The Elites Of Celestion.

-stakes claim on Cetus and Murzim-


Number: 12
Name: Cetus (Ceti) Mira ---
Age: 2 years
Voice:Daenerys Stormborn (Game of Thrones) [url=http://"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUWR8wvqQw8] Linkie[/url]
Scent: thunder storm rains, sandal wood, and jasmine
Appearance: This child blessed with the unique colors her family carries is a picture perfect of the gathering night sky. Hues of blue, grey, purple and teal swirl and give a smoke like effect on her frame. Her lower half lighter than the top. Her paws and legs seemed to be dipped into a bath of glittering stars, clinging to her fur. Some twinkle as high up as her side and haunches. Her eyes are two bright masses of color depicting the sun in the sky, glowing defiantly against the darkening sky of her fur. So bright they are it is hard to stare into them for too long, much like trying to stare up at the real sun. Her fur is silky soft, not a strand out of place. It is slightly long, giving a feminine wave to her body. She is neither tall nor small, averaging just at 30 inches tall. Her frame is light, with a large chest cavity, long strong limbs, slightly large ears and a long muzzle.
Personality: Cetus, often perfering to be called Ceti holds up to her name. She loves water, striving to be the best warrior is water settings. She is grace and poise yet deadly with the strike of a Black Mamba. She tends to be isolated from others, wishing not to grew any attachments when it is all to likely she might lose a friend or loved one is battle. Love is a word she had heard before but doesn't know it's true meaning or even felt it except to her brother Murzim. The only thing Cetus knows it pain from wounds, anger, discipline, order, and silence. Concealment to her best quality besides being one of the few to might very well in water up to her neck.
When there is no battle to be fought, nothing to defend or stand up for; she often feels empty and meanders around a lot. She is the type to voice what her thinks is right, what she'll fight for. The defenseless, to elderly, the young and sick all deserve protection in her eyes. She is more than willing to throw her life on the line without asking or looking for acceptance. She loves the rush and thrill of a fight, craves it. Days gone without it leaves her so bitter and down she has been seen biting at her own legs, drawing blood, or attacking trees till her mouth filled with blood.
Oddly enough Cetus does not anger too easily. She has a very level head upon her and knows when to shut up and turn away.
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Number: 6
Name: Murzim Sirius ----
Age: 4 years
Voice: Jerry from P.S I Love You [url=http://"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPM1_zxYgmI"]linkie[/url]
Scent: pine needles, smoke, cedar bark, sandal wood
Appearance:
A handsome large male of 40 inches tall, of deep chest, strong build but not stocky. He build is handsome and refined features make him a rather classic looking wolf save for his fur color and eyes. Thick fluffy fur is a blurry effect of black smoke upon a white background. He would be rather plain and normal looking if it wasn't for his eyes. Orbs like those of death, of ghosts and nightmares. The blend of white and grey is rather errie upon his face. At night they glow a deathly silver, cold and creepy.
Personality: The silent stalker, a king of stealth and silent swift attacks. He isn't much for fighting all the time, doesn't crave it like his sister. But he will fight when told to. He will spar with his sister to ease her addiction to the blood rush of battle. He admires her for her headstrong ability to just throw herself in there into the fray. He is more the type to judge and think out his moves, to plan attack. To scout out before the others to report back their enemies exact locations, mass, and strength. Details are easy to remember and relay for him.
He is rather calm, sitting back watching life pass by him. He is not upset of his life style but highly proud of it. He loves knowing how strong his family is, to be able and take some relief knowing everyone knew how to defend themselves. It eased his worried back on those he cares for. Others may never know it till his death that he cares very deeply for others well being. He will go out of his way to make sure your safe and happy.
Roleplay Sample:
He could easily remember the day they took in Cetus. Her parents had been killed in a fight, leaving her the only pup all alone. He remembered finding her tiny little scrap of dark blue fur laying by the entrance to her parents den, calling out for them. He couldn't just leave her there to die off. So at the age of two years he took her in as a little sister. His mother had been unable to have another little after his, so it was easy enough to get his mother to agree. Over the next two years he had been her friend, playmate, mentor, brother, guardian, everything he could for her.
Their bond had forge a pair of formidable fighters. They easily knew what the other's next move would be. It was like some kind of graceful dance between the two. They went everywhere together, so it had been no surprise they had left together when the pack fell apart.
Laying there in the shadows of night with Cetus curled up next to him, his paw draped over her protectively he couldn't help but smile. Life was good, not matter all the crap they had been through, it was still good. His eerie white eyes peered through the night, it was his night to be on watch. For the past few weeks it had felt like someone was following the both of them. They had yet to make a make but Murzim was sure they were out there somewhere. He didn't say too much to Cetus about knowing she would want to hunt whoever it was down and give them a good beating. She was so headstrong, and stubborn.