[Grey Wolf] Auron Jun 20, 2015 2:44:49 GMT -5
Post by auron on Jun 20, 2015 2:44:49 GMT -5
Name: Sam or Sammy
Years RPing: ~14 years or so (on and off)
Other: I have no home internet and so will likely only be active once or twice a week but I will do my best to check in every chance I get. Also It has been quite a while (two years at least) since I last RPed on a proboard so please be patient with me as I get back in the swing of things.
How You Found Us: Zen! < 3
Species: Gray Wolf
Height: 29 inches
Length: 50 inches
Weight: 80 pounds
Coat Color: Dark gray, slightly lighter on chest and underbelly
Eye Color: Gray
Health Issues: Malnourished
Other Information: Poor hunter, minimal social skills
Mental Stability: Sane
History: Auron started life as the third pup in the fifth litter in the middle of a lush and bountiful time for his pack, located in northern Anikira. His upbringing was playful and generally good, though he had no truly unique experiences in a pack that had suddenly doubled its numbers. He grew up with countless brothers, sisters, and cousins, and very few of them were involved in the hunt due to there being so much food readily available. The leaders of the pack did not seem concerned that none of the pups were even interested in the hunt, though that should have been a major concern for their future. Unfortunately for him, Auron was not one of the few who had learned proper hunting, though he was quite adept at tackling and rolling his fellow pups. The pack enjoyed their good fortune for only a year before the area had been overhunted, and suddenly the young wolves were running off or dying at an alarming rate. Auron, having always been a youngster who would jump on any opportunity, followed a promising game trail out of the territory and fed himself adequately for several weeks.
Misfortune followed him, however, and as the game started to thin, so did Auron. Though there was prey to be had, the lack of training was extremely detrimental. His year-old body shrunk nearly to the point of no return, and he survived only by some miracle to the fall, when he stumbled upon a valley that had remained nearly untouched by the famine--the grass was lush and green, and there was plenty of food to be found. Exhausted and weak, he was saved by the rotting carcass of an old deer, picked at by crows but with enough meat remaining that the young wolf was able to gorge himself and regain a minute level of energy.Shortly after finding the meat that saved his life, he was able to hunt and catch small game with enough proficiency to keep himself alive and mostly healthy. In the valley he stayed for nearly another year, picking off young and weak prey as often as he could (which, due to his less-than-average hunting ability, was not often).
Restlessness set in as Auron passed his second birthday, and half a year later he was on the move again, still thin and malnourished but with much more life in him than before. It wasn't long before he reached a more inhabited area again, setting foot in Caurus and ready to start his life over, and perhaps spend time developing relations with a pack. Though he had not associated with other wolves since a year of age, Auron was sure he could muster up enough manners to at least get someplace where he would not have to worry about whether or not he would go hungry. It was, after all, in his nature to belong to a pack, and if he experienced social life again, maybe he would come to find that he had been missing it after all.
Personality: (Distanced, pensive, light-hearted, kind but short, impatient, sometimes playful) Personality-wise, Auron is not much of a wolf who stands out. In fact, he is mostly aloof and detached, never having gotten very attached to his numerous siblings and various other family members. It wasn't as though he actively avoided others in his early days--he was a playful pup and did as he was told, certainly--but he would often run off into the woods by himself, or go swimming in the middle of the night, and he very rarely approached anyone with the sole desire to have a conversation. A wolf of few words, he iswell-suited to his life on the road, except for the fact that he is rather lacking when it came to hunting skills.
As he aged by himself, Auron became a little bit delirious at times, but that was mostly due to hunger. His mind isquite sound, though he would often talk to himself while he walked and once or twice would ask a river or stream which way he should turn. If he were to socialize, that weirdness would likely materialize as more humorous and amicable, though it had been a year and a half since Auron had encountered another wolf, and he wasn't exactly searching anyone out.
Aside from his detached and strange tendancies, Auron was perfectly content to wander aimlessly and never seemed to have any goals, aside from staying alive. A very small part of him, concealed behind his dry nature, probably longed for at least one companion, but it was quiet and never bothered him. Auron always assumed that he had enough manners to talk his way into (or away from, if need be) a friend or adversary, and would be much more likely to turn tail and dash away from a fight than to stand his ground.
Though his manner with others may seem like he would rather be anywhere else, Auron is a kind-hearted wolf and does not often choose to insult anyone. The way he speaks without thinking at times and his lack of social skills may make others think differently, but if he felt he was being rude, he would backpedal and attempt to reassure his companion that it was not his intention. His short attention span makes him impatient, however, and in certain situations he might simply stand up and leave without much in the way of an explanation.