Post by endlessinfinity on Jan 6, 2012 23:56:26 GMT -5
rourk
THEY'LL TAKE AWAY THE PART THAT HURTS AND LET THE REST REMAIN
{ name } rourk.
{ species } darwin's fox (lycalopex fulvipes).
{ gender } masculine.
{ age } three and a half years.
{ loyalty } outsider.
{ orientation } heterosexual.
{ power } he possesses earthen capabilities. tossing rocks around and having sturdy footing is his specialty.
{ height } thirteen inches at shoulder.
{ weight } twelve pounds.
{ build } like many other foxes, rourk's bodice is fairly compact and low to the ground. he is barely over a foot at his shoulder and his limbs are stocky. their thick build offers him good bodily support.
{ coat } rourk's peltage is filled with vibrant colorations. the majority of him is grey, intertwined with white flecks. his ears, face, and legs are adorned with russet hues.
{ eyes } his orbs are a lively light brown color and are rather large for a fox of his size. they are surrounded by a thick black circle that outlines their circumference.
{ other } n/a, he's a pretty boy.
{ likes } swimming is a fun activity he likes doing to give his achey muscles a rest. taking long walks helps ease his mind as well. eating is also an enjoyable past time that most men favor.
{ dislikes } extreme temperatures bother him, whether it is too hot or too cold. arrogance bothers him immensely, much like that of his brother, fawkes. pain is clearly something no one would prefer, even though rourk has grown accustomed to it.
{ strengths } when he's not too busy being quiet, he is very good at social communications. his mental power exceeds that of his body.
{ weaknesses } his body often fails him, not allowing him to reach his full potential. when he's depressed, he can be reckless and irrational.
{ hopes } he wishes all of the pain would just go away.
{ fears } death is actually a really scary concept to him.
{ habits } he often talks quite fast, occasionally doing so in a hushed tone making it difficult for others to hear him.
{ secrets } to say the least, he's great at hiding things. pain strikes him often and most times, no one knows. he also can have depressive episodes at times, but his moderately cheerful facade rarely changes.
{ attitude } rourk is a typical gentleman figure and he has the looks to match it; not to gloat, of course. he's sensitive to the emotions of others and acts accordingly to the situation. because of this, some of his emotional reactions may not be accurate to what he is actually feeling. he considers himself dependable and is generally helpful to those who need it. a word that describes him best would most likely be determined, due to his past of pain and suffering. he never gives up and always strives for better for himself. he's a mellow fellow and doesn't choose to deliberately get into fights that could otherwise be avoided. if necessary, her verbal defense is usually his main weapon. though, he never makes threats he feels he cannot keep. he tries to stay true to his word as much as possible, as he believes its the right thing to do. if you make him as an ally, he'll be fiercely loyal to those he cares for. almost taking on a knight in shining armor persona, he would surely lay his life on the line for someone who meant a lot to him, whether it's friends, family, or a worthwhile stranger he just met.
{ parents } father named phellan, deceased. mother named asic, deceased.
{ siblings } flanco, sister, born albino; deceased, likewise. todd, brother, caught in a hunting trap; deceased. fawkes, brother, three years old.
{ lovers } none yet.
{ kits } none yet.
{ others } none yet.
{ events } rourk has lived a typical, lackluster life. when diving deeper into his personal story, it's discovered that he has a canid version of fibromyalgia, which sometimes causes random episodes of pain in his joints and muscles. this weakened him physically, making him below-average at anything involving fighting. in exchange for that drawback, he made himself into a fine hunter and gatherer. this health condition also causes fatigue and leads into sleeping problems, such as the inability to do so. while he was younger, this caused rourk to have rivalries with his 'older' (though they were both in the same litter) brother, fawkes. fawkes was a stubborn, self-centered, snobbish brute who often quarreled with his younger sibling. this brought tension in their relationship which was not resolved into both parted ways in order to begin their own lives.
{ name } endlessinfinity, or just endless (such as in c-box).
{ experience } intermidiate-advanced. a veteran from the original canine controversy days; currently active within savage.
{ characters } none others here, yet.
{ codeword } code accepted by staff
{ roleplay example } Muzzle stretching wide open, Ayame heaved a big yawn after arousing from her slumber. The ground was hard and cold, to her dismay, and snow had fallen over night. It was not of powdery substance, but rather a solid type that one would be able to walk on. Opening her eyes, she scanned the terra around her. Why did he have to wake me…just a few more minutes! Slumping her shoulders forward, she shuffled to her feat. Ayame clumsily stumbled forward, her muscles seemingly frozen—well, just really cold—from the unfortunate weather and left her temporarily immobile. I feel like an old hag.. she grumbled under her breath, quietly enough that no one else would hear her. Paying no attention to the creature that was scurrying around in the brush, she focused on stretching her gangly limbs. Because honestly, what good would they be if they could barely keep her standing?
”If you plan on hiding from me, you should at least try a little harder than that.” This was the first time she spoke aloud. She hadn’t even turned her head to face him; if he intended to be threat, he would have made a move by now. If anything, she could smell the fear that drenched the air around him. Her alto-toned voice was carried across the airwaves; confidence was evident in her words, or so it seemed, and she didn’t waver. Her words weren’t harsh, but they had a slight aura of mocking entwined between them. Silence rang for a few seconds before she finally decided to turn around.
Though the area was incredibly dismal, at least in her opinion, the sunlight and sky would always be beautiful no matter where you were—you could be in a wasteland and everyone would still be under that same old sky. Allowing herself to be distracted, she looked up into the tree canopies; rays of light streaked down and danced against her shiny coat. A few birds moved restlessly in their locations, twittering wildly. "So, you there. What’s your name?" Typically she wasn’t that pleasant during first impressions, but she preferred for her first encounter with another canine in this new land to be a positive one. She could always make as many enemies as she wanted later. And, perhaps, he would know something about the area they were in. He could be a useful asset. "I’m Ayame. I’ll give you the pleasure of knowing my calling first." After such a long period of distraction, she finally turned her gaze to the bushy area where the strange canine was hiding.
