Hróðvitnisson family
01-27-2014, 06:21 AM
Parents: Hr??vitnir x Anglea
Name: Fenrir Einar Hr??vitnisson (Working on seeing whether or not Fenrir can be used).
Age: 1 Year {Born Summer} (Litter 3)
Personality: Serious is the male in most aspects of his life. He follows his litter mates in the attempts to try and keep them under control, or at the very least, dampen their tempers even if just a little. He knows they are fiery spirits, although it is something that seems to run in most of the family. He simply wishes to keep them safe, whether they like it or not, he will always be there when trouble finds them. He does not boast in his skills, as he always keeps his training rigorous and demanding. Strength is a part of him, as is wit and wisdom. Although young, he is instilled with the eternal loyalty and respect for his family...no matter how much they may get on his nerves. Often times, he finds himself biting his tongue when the lot of them begin their petty arguments, and when he cannot take anymore, he may break with an outburst of his own to shut them up and continue important matters. He dislikes the unnecessary arguing, but alas it can't be helped. Fenrir is a warrior at heart, always striving to do what his instincts and honor demand of him, be it protecting his family or aiding those that require assistance. Fenrir has a mind of his own, and much like Thor, he cares not what his family does as long as they come to aid one another in the end. He himself would rather another not put the family as a whole, in danger...but there are times when not even he can control what another of his siblings does. Instilled with a silent sense of humor, Fenrir seldom laughs or smiles, being within his family he has found it hard to do so. He doesn't have a connection with them, although he secretly wishes he could have that special sibling he could talk to and share things with without judgment, he is unsure as to who that would be. As it is, he keeps most things to himself unless it is something that benefits them all or something they should know. He is quiet, though it is only a mask for his ambitions. He seeks to dominate the world, not literally, however, he will not hesitate in attempting to strike down those standing in his way between him or his family, and whatever goal he seeks. His middle name means "Lone Warrior." And he keeps true to that namesake with the rigorous amount of training. He can never be swayed once his mind is made up without good and logical reason, then again, he is one of the rarer siblings that actually makes a logical decision.
When one is able to make the beast laugh, it is a sound full of heart and mirth. But it has rarely if ever, been heard. Thus it is a mystery as to what it might sound like, even to his siblings. He does not have much of a temper like the others, however, if he is really pushed then one might discover that he may not be as quiet as he portrays. Honesty is a strong point for the male, as well as self control. He does not seek to woo or swoon random females. He is truthful, and will answer questions to the best of his knowledge unless the one asking is undeserving of it. He will not tell one seeking to gain benefit from his truths, as he will not aid those seeking to harm his family. He is a truth seer, he can often tell when one is lying in his presence through body language and the slip of words. He has learned to detect and observe the language of communication, and is quite adept at it. Then again, through close observation comes common knowledge. For no matter how much ones tries to hide their true intentions, it will always slip through one way or another.
Design: He carries himself strong and tall, perfect for his quiet demeanor. His stance is nothing short of weak or inferior, his size no laughing matter. Standing at 37-38" tall and weighing in around 150 pounds, he is not bulky to say the least. His mass is a countenance of solid muscle honed through his many training techniques. He carries a large set of lungs within his broad chest, which aids in his endurance and stamina. His coat is a sooty black for the most part, slightly lighter grey undertones upon his belly to mid chest. Atop his coat, a blanket of russet red adorning the entirety of his tail, running along his back towards the base of his neck where it then trickles down slightly onto the topmost part of his shoulders. The russet also adorns his face like a mask, as if hiding away his emotions and thoughts. His russet socked legs carry themselves with graceful strength. Completing the entirety of his look, his eyes...they are colorless. They do not contain the vibrant colors that most if not all of his siblings contain, for they make it seem as if he is sightless. However, he is far from it. Many mistake his silvery grey eye color as blindness, but contrary to what one might see, his vision is hawk like and untainted. But not even his siblings would know that. #4 as seen -HERE-
RP Sample:
*Sigh* Once again...they were all at it. The male watched with a raised brow as his siblings squabbled amongst one another. About what, he was unsure. He had lost the meaning to this several minutes earlier, and simply watched as they fought and argued. He shook his head slightly, how the hell had it come to all this? Never did he think a family could love and hate each other as much as this particular family, but regardless he would still love them...even if he wished he didn't. But no matter...he would take his leave, and whether they noticed he was gone or not he didn't care. All their constant jabbering was beginning to give him a headache, and he wanted no more of this. It seemed that they were so heated up, that he was sure not even his own booming voice would settle them if he tried. So he simply stood, and without saying a word slipped away into the trees. He left them behind to continue their folly. He wanted no part in it, and chose to do something to calm his aching mind. The male strode upon large silent paws, colorless eyes scanning the undergrowth for signs of movement, careful for ambushes. But so far, all seemed well and quiet...often times, a little too quiet. But it mattered not, it wasn't like many others could take him down. He was simply too large to ambush, and when one tried they were put in their place rather quickly.
An hour had passed since he wandered away, the beast coming upon the tides of a beach he knew not existed here. The gulls overhead flew and complained, the plovers seemingly played tag with the tide that rocked back and forth upon the shore. A sigh escaped from between barely parted lips as the male sat down. His vision stared out across the sea, pin pointing the never ending vastness where the sea appeared to meet the sky. If two things such as that could coexist, why could his family not? It seemed they could...with many headaches and quarrels, but alas, they were his family and nothing would change them. At least, that's what he thought. Even his litter sister Akemi, she was a ball of fire all her own. He was quite different from his litter sisters, for they always seemed to have a knack for trouble and arguments much like most of the family. And he? The quiet one. The one that strode upon silent grounds to ensure they stayed out of trouble...but he knew he couldn't always be there. They always went each their own way, and he was sure they didn't want him around as a babysitter. But he was their brother, and he would do what all brothers should do. He would protect his sisters and be there for them whenever they needed him.
The sun would begin to set, sinking lower and lower on the horizon. The sun reflecting upon the waters was a marvelous sight, and it was a memory and sight he would preserve forever. Unlike others of his blood, he enjoyed the scenery around him. One never knew when they would stop breathing, or when they might never see again. And everything he saw, he never wanted to lose sight of. The sun, the moon, the sky, the water...it was all valuable to him in one way or another. He kept within his young mind, the memories of everything he saw...for he knew that when he would grow old, he would begin to forget. And at the very least, he wanted to dream of everything he had seen during his lifetime. Of that, he hoped dearly.
Name: Fenrir Einar Hr??vitnisson (Working on seeing whether or not Fenrir can be used).
Age: 1 Year {Born Summer} (Litter 3)
Personality: Serious is the male in most aspects of his life. He follows his litter mates in the attempts to try and keep them under control, or at the very least, dampen their tempers even if just a little. He knows they are fiery spirits, although it is something that seems to run in most of the family. He simply wishes to keep them safe, whether they like it or not, he will always be there when trouble finds them. He does not boast in his skills, as he always keeps his training rigorous and demanding. Strength is a part of him, as is wit and wisdom. Although young, he is instilled with the eternal loyalty and respect for his family...no matter how much they may get on his nerves. Often times, he finds himself biting his tongue when the lot of them begin their petty arguments, and when he cannot take anymore, he may break with an outburst of his own to shut them up and continue important matters. He dislikes the unnecessary arguing, but alas it can't be helped. Fenrir is a warrior at heart, always striving to do what his instincts and honor demand of him, be it protecting his family or aiding those that require assistance. Fenrir has a mind of his own, and much like Thor, he cares not what his family does as long as they come to aid one another in the end. He himself would rather another not put the family as a whole, in danger...but there are times when not even he can control what another of his siblings does. Instilled with a silent sense of humor, Fenrir seldom laughs or smiles, being within his family he has found it hard to do so. He doesn't have a connection with them, although he secretly wishes he could have that special sibling he could talk to and share things with without judgment, he is unsure as to who that would be. As it is, he keeps most things to himself unless it is something that benefits them all or something they should know. He is quiet, though it is only a mask for his ambitions. He seeks to dominate the world, not literally, however, he will not hesitate in attempting to strike down those standing in his way between him or his family, and whatever goal he seeks. His middle name means "Lone Warrior." And he keeps true to that namesake with the rigorous amount of training. He can never be swayed once his mind is made up without good and logical reason, then again, he is one of the rarer siblings that actually makes a logical decision.
When one is able to make the beast laugh, it is a sound full of heart and mirth. But it has rarely if ever, been heard. Thus it is a mystery as to what it might sound like, even to his siblings. He does not have much of a temper like the others, however, if he is really pushed then one might discover that he may not be as quiet as he portrays. Honesty is a strong point for the male, as well as self control. He does not seek to woo or swoon random females. He is truthful, and will answer questions to the best of his knowledge unless the one asking is undeserving of it. He will not tell one seeking to gain benefit from his truths, as he will not aid those seeking to harm his family. He is a truth seer, he can often tell when one is lying in his presence through body language and the slip of words. He has learned to detect and observe the language of communication, and is quite adept at it. Then again, through close observation comes common knowledge. For no matter how much ones tries to hide their true intentions, it will always slip through one way or another.
Design: He carries himself strong and tall, perfect for his quiet demeanor. His stance is nothing short of weak or inferior, his size no laughing matter. Standing at 37-38" tall and weighing in around 150 pounds, he is not bulky to say the least. His mass is a countenance of solid muscle honed through his many training techniques. He carries a large set of lungs within his broad chest, which aids in his endurance and stamina. His coat is a sooty black for the most part, slightly lighter grey undertones upon his belly to mid chest. Atop his coat, a blanket of russet red adorning the entirety of his tail, running along his back towards the base of his neck where it then trickles down slightly onto the topmost part of his shoulders. The russet also adorns his face like a mask, as if hiding away his emotions and thoughts. His russet socked legs carry themselves with graceful strength. Completing the entirety of his look, his eyes...they are colorless. They do not contain the vibrant colors that most if not all of his siblings contain, for they make it seem as if he is sightless. However, he is far from it. Many mistake his silvery grey eye color as blindness, but contrary to what one might see, his vision is hawk like and untainted. But not even his siblings would know that. #4 as seen -HERE-
RP Sample:
*Sigh* Once again...they were all at it. The male watched with a raised brow as his siblings squabbled amongst one another. About what, he was unsure. He had lost the meaning to this several minutes earlier, and simply watched as they fought and argued. He shook his head slightly, how the hell had it come to all this? Never did he think a family could love and hate each other as much as this particular family, but regardless he would still love them...even if he wished he didn't. But no matter...he would take his leave, and whether they noticed he was gone or not he didn't care. All their constant jabbering was beginning to give him a headache, and he wanted no more of this. It seemed that they were so heated up, that he was sure not even his own booming voice would settle them if he tried. So he simply stood, and without saying a word slipped away into the trees. He left them behind to continue their folly. He wanted no part in it, and chose to do something to calm his aching mind. The male strode upon large silent paws, colorless eyes scanning the undergrowth for signs of movement, careful for ambushes. But so far, all seemed well and quiet...often times, a little too quiet. But it mattered not, it wasn't like many others could take him down. He was simply too large to ambush, and when one tried they were put in their place rather quickly.
An hour had passed since he wandered away, the beast coming upon the tides of a beach he knew not existed here. The gulls overhead flew and complained, the plovers seemingly played tag with the tide that rocked back and forth upon the shore. A sigh escaped from between barely parted lips as the male sat down. His vision stared out across the sea, pin pointing the never ending vastness where the sea appeared to meet the sky. If two things such as that could coexist, why could his family not? It seemed they could...with many headaches and quarrels, but alas, they were his family and nothing would change them. At least, that's what he thought. Even his litter sister Akemi, she was a ball of fire all her own. He was quite different from his litter sisters, for they always seemed to have a knack for trouble and arguments much like most of the family. And he? The quiet one. The one that strode upon silent grounds to ensure they stayed out of trouble...but he knew he couldn't always be there. They always went each their own way, and he was sure they didn't want him around as a babysitter. But he was their brother, and he would do what all brothers should do. He would protect his sisters and be there for them whenever they needed him.
The sun would begin to set, sinking lower and lower on the horizon. The sun reflecting upon the waters was a marvelous sight, and it was a memory and sight he would preserve forever. Unlike others of his blood, he enjoyed the scenery around him. One never knew when they would stop breathing, or when they might never see again. And everything he saw, he never wanted to lose sight of. The sun, the moon, the sky, the water...it was all valuable to him in one way or another. He kept within his young mind, the memories of everything he saw...for he knew that when he would grow old, he would begin to forget. And at the very least, he wanted to dream of everything he had seen during his lifetime. Of that, he hoped dearly.
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