Post by Geri on Jan 26, 2016 17:36:23 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Mathis
Years RPing: 0
Other: N/A
How You Found Us: Existing Member (Nia)
General
Name: Geri
Birthday: May 8th, 2008
Gender: Male
Species: Northern Rocky Mountain Wolf
Physical
Height: 27in
Length: 46in
Weight: 115lbs
Coat Color: Brown
Eye Color: Yellow
Health Issues: Missing Eye (R) Lame Leg (F/L)
Other Information: N/A
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: Geri. The name means different things to different wolves. Due to complications at birth Geri was born lame in his left foreleg; however that never slowed him down as a pup, often getting into more trouble than the others of his roaming pack. Ambition drove him in his youth to split his roaming pack and guide some of them on his own.
Alongside his sister Freki, Geri led the small pack through one dangerous environment to the next, never seeming to be satisfied unless the life and limb of himself and the pack he led were in jeopardy in an endless effort to prove his lame leg did not slow him down. However that all changed one day when Geri confronted a lion and his small pride migrating from the savannah they once called home to a place with richer hunting grounds.
In an effort to prove himself, and claim a much desired location for water and food for his small pack, Geri challenged the clearly ill-stricken lion, sure of himself that he could take this place and make it known that he was not a wolf to be trifled with. However, Geri was put in his place, violently. The lion struck Geri down with just one strike, taking with him Geri’s right eye, and the lives of 3 of his pack mates as the pack barely managed to escape with their lives.
Forced to survive in a place with less water or food than they had when they arrived, Geri lost even more of his pack to starvation and sickness. Shamed, Geri exiled himself once he had recovered, and left Freki in charge of guiding the pack to a safe place to thrive.
In the years that Geri traveled he came to rely much more on his mind than his body, as his mind did not have the limitations his body was forced to endure. Geri managed to find himself in several packs over the years, often finding himself in an advisory role to the leaders before moving on, on his own.
As the years passed Geri learned that he had a certain knack for telling stories, both factual and false. This became one of Geri’s most useful tools in his advanced age. Intentionally spreading stories about himself to the packs he came in contact with, both true and untrue, the ambiguity allowed Geri to move along from place to place without making too many enemies, but also without making too many good friends.
Nowadays Geri only seeks out his sister Freki and the pack that he left behind in hopes that they have managed to not only survive, but thrive. Sadly though as he passes from pack to pack, he doesn’t seem to get any closer to finding out where she may be, or at the very least how she is doing. Not a single trace seems to lead him anywhere. However still Geri roams, from horizon to horizon all over Anikira, gathering stories and spreading a few more.
Personality: Geri is at first glance: stoic, calculating, and above all uncaring. However these are misconceptions, as Geri is in fact a very kind and warm individual once he gets to accept you. Geri is often one to manipulate others, through cunning and convincing tale spinning, he often gets what he wants; however what he wants is not so easily understood. Often mislabeled as a wolf driven purely by cold logic, Geri is in fact most influenced by his raw emotions. Rarely shared though, they guide his every decision and influence his every thought. Long and very drawn out plans that may often seem to be the machinations of an emotionless figure are many times the result of the love he feels for another, the vengeance he needs to enact on those that wrong him, or the repayment for those that have shown him kindness. Geri is a storyteller, most at home in the center of a crowd retelling stories of great wolves long since passed, or great happenings from all the corners and shores of Anikira. These stories often blur the lines between truth and lies, a delicate mixture of the two to invoke hope in times of desperation, laughter in times of joy, and respect in times of foolishness.
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