Post by Zarid on Jun 16, 2013 18:26:55 GMT
:{Username}:
WhiteCrow
:{Character Name}:
Zarid
:{Hour Glass}:
4.5 Years
:{Rank Held}:
Assassin
:{Love Interest}:
Has eyes for Abida
:{Devoted To}:
None
:{Blood Sire Of}:
None
:{Adopted Sire To}:
None
:{History}:
Zarid comes from a bloodline of wolves known as the Arn Wolves that lived in the high mountains. They were a group of wolves that bore only black pelts and odd textured eyes. They preached the laws and the way of the Old Blood, growing from pup-hood into formal and loyal canines. Zarid was no exception to the rule. Raised by his mother Angora (a medicine wolf) and his father Thaddeus (an Assassin), he followed suit and tradition with ease. Life was all and well, until a band of rogues were formed.
They came during the day, when the Arn least expected it, hungry for the power that the Arn held. Most of the rogues were killed, as well as the Arn Wolves. Few made it out alive.
Zarid had been out on a mission that day, returning during the evening to find his packmates and family slain, their blood painted on the snow like a sadistic portait in hues of crimson. Distraught and upset, he fled from the mountains and traveled quite the ways away. He has no desire to return to his homeland, as the scene had nearly destroyed him mentally and emotionally. However, after years of wandering around, the pain has died down and he rarely thinks about what happened. But, he has never spoken of it and probably never will. On occasion he will remember a moment in history, and become rather withdrawn. But it only lasts for a few minutes.
He finally rested his paws in the plains, where he had met the Alphess Abida and joined her ranks as a Scout, eventually being promoted to an Assassin -which was what he was trained to do in his birth pack-. He has even developed some sort of feeling for the alphae, although he keeps it to himself.
:{Personality}:
Zarid is immensely obedient, willing to do whatever is asked without question. He speaks with a very formal tone, rarely allowing himself to take on a casual appearance. He is almost always alert and watchful, often caught observing the members of the pack throughout the day. He is attentive and a good listener, sometime offering advice when he sees fit. He is wise beyond his years and will not mind a philosophical conversation.
He is laid-back and level headed, but if someone or something is threatening the pack, he will get defensive quickly. He is even quicker to act if someone poses a threat the the Alphess.
WhiteCrow
:{Character Name}:
Zarid
:{Hour Glass}:
4.5 Years
:{Rank Held}:
Assassin
:{Love Interest}:
Has eyes for Abida
:{Devoted To}:
None
:{Blood Sire Of}:
None
:{Adopted Sire To}:
None
:{History}:
Zarid comes from a bloodline of wolves known as the Arn Wolves that lived in the high mountains. They were a group of wolves that bore only black pelts and odd textured eyes. They preached the laws and the way of the Old Blood, growing from pup-hood into formal and loyal canines. Zarid was no exception to the rule. Raised by his mother Angora (a medicine wolf) and his father Thaddeus (an Assassin), he followed suit and tradition with ease. Life was all and well, until a band of rogues were formed.
They came during the day, when the Arn least expected it, hungry for the power that the Arn held. Most of the rogues were killed, as well as the Arn Wolves. Few made it out alive.
Zarid had been out on a mission that day, returning during the evening to find his packmates and family slain, their blood painted on the snow like a sadistic portait in hues of crimson. Distraught and upset, he fled from the mountains and traveled quite the ways away. He has no desire to return to his homeland, as the scene had nearly destroyed him mentally and emotionally. However, after years of wandering around, the pain has died down and he rarely thinks about what happened. But, he has never spoken of it and probably never will. On occasion he will remember a moment in history, and become rather withdrawn. But it only lasts for a few minutes.
He finally rested his paws in the plains, where he had met the Alphess Abida and joined her ranks as a Scout, eventually being promoted to an Assassin -which was what he was trained to do in his birth pack-. He has even developed some sort of feeling for the alphae, although he keeps it to himself.
:{Personality}:
Zarid is immensely obedient, willing to do whatever is asked without question. He speaks with a very formal tone, rarely allowing himself to take on a casual appearance. He is almost always alert and watchful, often caught observing the members of the pack throughout the day. He is attentive and a good listener, sometime offering advice when he sees fit. He is wise beyond his years and will not mind a philosophical conversation.
He is laid-back and level headed, but if someone or something is threatening the pack, he will get defensive quickly. He is even quicker to act if someone poses a threat the the Alphess.