{ GENESIS ARMADA }
Alignment
Lawful Evil
Plans
Mmm, find some ladies and friends to hang out with, perhaps father some children. I really want him to try and get a pack and kind of rebuild the Armada legacy.
appearance
He seems less than ordinary to most, of average weight, build, and height, even color for his birthplace. Neither fat or skinny, bulky or streamlined, the man is the paragon wolf in shape. Every angle on his frame is sharp and prominent, but fluffy fur covers them, adding almost a curvy shape to them. Not that he cares.
Having grown to his full height, the male stands at a rather unimpressive thirty-four inches of height, most of which consists of legs. He has inherited his father's somewhat iconic fur, swirling locks layering him in a thick pelt suited for the cold of the north, whilst legs are long and slender, covered in shorter fur. Muscle is outlined in his chest and legs, constituting for quite a bit of his weight. At his prime and healthiest seasons, he weighs in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds, a bit light for his size.
For his pelt, it seems he has taken to the classic polar wolf look. However, from his mother, he has inherited his own unique markings. A dark slate blue-black rounds about his eyes, weaving toward his nose in a bit of a wavy pattern, and extending up past his forehead, covering veldt ears in the same color. His eyes are that of burning coals, contrasting against the darkness surrounding them.
Personality
Descended from two legacies in the lands of Alacritia, the man believes and sees himself as a little higher than others. His behavior is much like a classic Prince Charming, somewhat humble, yet ambitious and manipulative. He is one to use words to try and get what he desires most. There isn't anything keeping him from using force, neither. Intelligent is another word to name the male. He isn't one to simply jump into situations, and usually thinks before he speaks. Forays into unsavory situations have taught the male to avoid such and to be more careful. However it may be, he is proud of his lineage, and does not stand for anyone attempting to degrade those sired by Isardis.
Outside of Alacritia, the male has sired a litter or two, having found love in some women and reproducing in hopes of spreading what little purity lives in the world. As the progeny of a possessive womanizer, one can expect him to be similar in behavior. Once he finds a woman worthy of hosting his spawn, he will protect her with all that he has, and will love her for eternities to come.
To come back to knowing that his father is dead, he seeks a promised land for himself and any others who desire greatness.
Roleplay Sample
A silent shadow in the night of the tundra, the creature slipped between drift after drift of snow and small stones. Amber eyes swelled as pupils widened, taking in what little light the fat moon shed. Somewhere about here, there had to be a meal to get the hunter to live another day. Slithering onto a podium of stone, the man crouched low, orbs searching the tundra for any movements, ears cocked forth and nostrils flaring. A clump of low-lying shrubs rustled, alerting the hunter.
Something had dared to go bump! in the night.
Without even a second thought, the hunter started his pursuit. Long and elegant appendages stretched to their fullest to swallow the earth as predator chased prey. Only the tips of his toes touched the ground, stirring little beneath him and allowing his frame to swiftly approach a possible meal. Feral eyes scanned the earth for what could he be chasing, nostrils flaring to take in it's scent. Hare. Adding a bounding motion to his stride, the hunter approached quickly, head hanging low to aim at the small animal easily. His mandible unhinged, pearly teeth visible in the moonlight. Dark-rimmed eyes flared with hunger as the jaw snapped shut about something, the spine of the creature. Bone met bone as he crunched down. Fearfully, the animal kicked it's legs and attempted escape from the cage of ivory. It then went limp, all life leaving it's body. Blood still pooled about in the male's jaws. It would have to be a little while before he could eat. To eat out in the wide open was a mistake.
