NOVEL x DUTIRON

Name: Limerick Destruction (Lim, or Emer for short c:)
Design:



Appearance: Lim will be of a a mixed brown and white motley. A pale chocolate will cover the fore of his body, beginning at the base of his nose and traveling down his spine, fading to white as it descends down his forelegs. Darker brown will line the undersides of piercing green orbs, grace the flat of his muzzle, and dabble on his left hind leg. The rest of his body will be a soft creamy white, with the fur of fine quality. His frame will be well proportioned, sturdy without being too broad. In all, his limbs will be of average lengths, as well as his ears, but it will be his eyes that draw in the gaze. As piercing as a spring new growth, they will be alive with vivid intensity, speaking volumes of the personality that lies within.

Personality: Lim will be of an excitable demeanor, as a pup and as he ages. Life will hold a vivacity and succor for this male that is seen only once or twice in a generation. He will be an insatiable optimist, able to see the light in even the darkest of times. Strong in his confidence, his faith, his unwavering ability to give a second chance, it would not be surprising to see this man become a strong right hand or rock to stand upon. He does not desire the spotlight, but rather to support and urge others to greatness, finding in these acts the greatest satisfaction. He will dislike hunting and fighting, seeing the latter as senseless violence and the prior as an unsavory necessity. The boy's intelligence will be rivaled by few, and his curiosity by fewer still, yet focusing this raw ability will be a task of titans. Easily distracted and more focused on knowing everything as opposed to actually setting himself to one discipline at a time, coming to grasp with understanding that which so fascinates him, will prove his greatest hurdle. The duality of plants, their ability to heal and harm, will be held above all else in his pursuits.

Plans: I would have Lim grow and form into a kind, curious young man without a bad bone in his body. He would be an eccentric shamanic character, perhaps lacking the social skills exhibited in his other relations. I would have him grow strong within the pack, perhaps rove for a short amount of time to grow his knowledge, or at the very least request an apprenticeship, to learn the art of healing. He will be restless as a juvenille, but will eventually settle down and focus on teaching the next generations, keeping the family history, learning the lore of the land. Perhaps growing into a more bard-like character.

Alignment: Lawful Good

RP Sample: His den was disorganized, cluttered, cramped. He needed to dig it out further, but that would mean moving his stores somewhere else for a short time. Oh, but where in the gods' good name was the chamomile? He could smell it, but... He sighed. It would likely be easier to just go out and find some more except it's season was wearing out. His dried spring sprigs would be eons more effective. The bark and snow man sighed and sat down with a thump, only to spring back up with a quiet yelp. Well, there were the rose hips, at any rate! He allowed a chuckle for his own antics, recognizing that no grown brute should appear so ridiculous, especially one charged with the health and safety of others. He resolved to dig his den out a bit further before the next full moon... as he had the three moons past. But he meant it this time! It wouldn't be long before his scatter-brained tendencies rendered him completely useless, and he didn't want that. He hadn't had the time to train a new apprentice yet. Or find one. Oh there was so much to do, as always, and it brought a broad grin to the brute's bi-colored maw. So yes, by the next full moon, then... Probably.