Post by .Rancour. on Apr 10, 2006 18:57:26 GMT -5
Name: Rancour
Age: 16 Seasons
Appearance:
Rancour is a fairly large brute, or at least is considered to be one to any wolf from his old terra. He’s about ¼ larger than your average brute, but he’s not all that muscley (if it’s not a word I just made it up ) and is actually on the more scrawny side. His fur hangs to his bones like decaying meat on a bone, and his fur sticks to his pelt in clumps. His pelt is dark ebonite with a blue hint when he is under direct sunlight, and when he is in the dark, but when he’s in partial light, it looks more brown than black. On this strange pelt of his, on the left side there is a scar leading from just above his ribs, leading down to the tip of his tassel. His pools are a ghostly, other-worldly sallow colour (also known as yellow) and his left aud is slightly brighter than the other. His maw is ringed in a grey which is barely lighter than black. Running from between his auds to the tip of his tassel is a maroon line, which is about as thick as the tip of an average wolf’s maw. His front paws are lightly “dusted” with the same maroon colour.
History:
Rancour was born into a average-sized pack, at least for the time in his homeland. He had his uncle, Mamut, his parents, and of course, his “loving” twin sister, Magisax (same as Magi, that’s another story though). He grew up happily, learning to hunt with his sister, chasing after butterflies, your average puphood for a wolf in that time.
Then, on the day of Rancour’s 1 and a ½ birthday, the famine began. The deer, moose and other prey began to migrate, and three months later, the pack split up, each of the five members going in their own separate directions.
As Rancour wandered, searching for his own pack, he was rejected by all of them, called “a curse” among other, not so nice things. After searching for six months, feeding off of rabbits, chipmunks and any other small prey he could find, Rancour managed to find himself a pack.
All went well in this new pack Rancour had found himself, which consisted of a fea named Nightngale, a fea named Marigana, their parents, and their aunt, Astarale.
Rancour and Nightngale fell in love, and though Gale’s father didn’t permit them to do so, they became mates. Gale’s father fell into a deathly rage, and attacked Rancour, in the battle that insued, Gale’s father lost the battle, and in turn, his alphaship.
Gale’s parents fled, but her sister, Marigana, remained behind to be the “slave” for Gale and Cour. Mari grew to resent the two, and one day attacked Gale, leaving her blind, then fled.
Angered, Rancour ran after Mari, to punish her. In his journeys for revenge, he stumbled across the land known as Luansair, where Mari, now known as Nighta had been living.
Cour too fell in love with Luansair, and remained there for a year, where he was reunited with his sister, Magi. But he was frowned upon, for Nighta was well respected and he was known as the one who wanted to kill her. He had gone from Alpha to nothing.
Now he learned that he must start again, with no history, and he wandered into this land, where he is hoping that there will be no more pain, and he can drop his evil ways and become a helpful member of society, without ruining it for anyone, like he once did for Nighta.
Personality:
Rancour is what some would call “demonic” and what others would call “misled”, really he’s the latter of the two. From a young age, Rancour has always been an outcast, and he learned to deal with it the only way he really could, by taking it back onto the wolves who hurt him. As he grew older and his general dislike to wolves grew, and soon he learned that all wolves were only out there to hurt him, which could be no farther from the truth.
He looks down upon all wolves, at least in the beginning to help himself feel better about himself, but he tends to get hurt a lot that way.
Rancour is simply, only evil. He has a hate towards all wolves which grows steadily day-by-day.
Roleplaying Sample:
Rancour’s scarred nostrils flared slightly as the wind changed, and the scent of the fea that had been watching him travelled to him on the wind. In truth, he had noticed her golden probing gaze long before, but he had failed to mention it. It didn’t matter to him anyways.
To humour the fea that she had not been yet noticed by Rancour, he began to lick his paws, bloody from all of his wandering. He gently turned his head towards the direction of the fea, not enough for her to notice it though, as far as he could tell. She was large, about the size of the average brute, and just a little bit smaller than himself. But, also as far as he could see, she was not pelt and bones, meaning that if they were ever to fight, she would most likely come out as the winner.
As the sun’s shine was muted by a cloud, casting, for a few minutes a shadow ‘cross the land, Rancour stood, wincing a little at the pain is ‘is paws, and ambled over to where the fea lay, limping a little.
He sat about two or three feet away from her, enough to be respectful, but no more than so. His sallow pools glared upon her for a few moments longer, then he spoke, his tones ragged and raspy from dehydration and extreme lack of use Ello. he said simply. It was simple, quick, and it got the greeting across.
As he spoke, the fea would be able to get a look at his teeth, yellowed, and in some parts blackened, disgusting was the only way to truly word it, and it was sickening how gross it truly was.
He blinked, watching the fea for any expression, and hoped that a true one would come before long, for waiting was not one of Rancour’s greatest talents.
Other:
Where else do you rp? Shattered Mirrors (Ni) (www.flatmoose2.proboards78.com) Numenya Wolf Pack (Rancour) (www.numenya.proboards54.com )
How long have you rped? About four years
Age: 16 Seasons
Appearance:
Rancour is a fairly large brute, or at least is considered to be one to any wolf from his old terra. He’s about ¼ larger than your average brute, but he’s not all that muscley (if it’s not a word I just made it up ) and is actually on the more scrawny side. His fur hangs to his bones like decaying meat on a bone, and his fur sticks to his pelt in clumps. His pelt is dark ebonite with a blue hint when he is under direct sunlight, and when he is in the dark, but when he’s in partial light, it looks more brown than black. On this strange pelt of his, on the left side there is a scar leading from just above his ribs, leading down to the tip of his tassel. His pools are a ghostly, other-worldly sallow colour (also known as yellow) and his left aud is slightly brighter than the other. His maw is ringed in a grey which is barely lighter than black. Running from between his auds to the tip of his tassel is a maroon line, which is about as thick as the tip of an average wolf’s maw. His front paws are lightly “dusted” with the same maroon colour.
History:
Rancour was born into a average-sized pack, at least for the time in his homeland. He had his uncle, Mamut, his parents, and of course, his “loving” twin sister, Magisax (same as Magi, that’s another story though). He grew up happily, learning to hunt with his sister, chasing after butterflies, your average puphood for a wolf in that time.
Then, on the day of Rancour’s 1 and a ½ birthday, the famine began. The deer, moose and other prey began to migrate, and three months later, the pack split up, each of the five members going in their own separate directions.
As Rancour wandered, searching for his own pack, he was rejected by all of them, called “a curse” among other, not so nice things. After searching for six months, feeding off of rabbits, chipmunks and any other small prey he could find, Rancour managed to find himself a pack.
All went well in this new pack Rancour had found himself, which consisted of a fea named Nightngale, a fea named Marigana, their parents, and their aunt, Astarale.
Rancour and Nightngale fell in love, and though Gale’s father didn’t permit them to do so, they became mates. Gale’s father fell into a deathly rage, and attacked Rancour, in the battle that insued, Gale’s father lost the battle, and in turn, his alphaship.
Gale’s parents fled, but her sister, Marigana, remained behind to be the “slave” for Gale and Cour. Mari grew to resent the two, and one day attacked Gale, leaving her blind, then fled.
Angered, Rancour ran after Mari, to punish her. In his journeys for revenge, he stumbled across the land known as Luansair, where Mari, now known as Nighta had been living.
Cour too fell in love with Luansair, and remained there for a year, where he was reunited with his sister, Magi. But he was frowned upon, for Nighta was well respected and he was known as the one who wanted to kill her. He had gone from Alpha to nothing.
Now he learned that he must start again, with no history, and he wandered into this land, where he is hoping that there will be no more pain, and he can drop his evil ways and become a helpful member of society, without ruining it for anyone, like he once did for Nighta.
Personality:
Rancour is what some would call “demonic” and what others would call “misled”, really he’s the latter of the two. From a young age, Rancour has always been an outcast, and he learned to deal with it the only way he really could, by taking it back onto the wolves who hurt him. As he grew older and his general dislike to wolves grew, and soon he learned that all wolves were only out there to hurt him, which could be no farther from the truth.
He looks down upon all wolves, at least in the beginning to help himself feel better about himself, but he tends to get hurt a lot that way.
Rancour is simply, only evil. He has a hate towards all wolves which grows steadily day-by-day.
Roleplaying Sample:
Rancour’s scarred nostrils flared slightly as the wind changed, and the scent of the fea that had been watching him travelled to him on the wind. In truth, he had noticed her golden probing gaze long before, but he had failed to mention it. It didn’t matter to him anyways.
To humour the fea that she had not been yet noticed by Rancour, he began to lick his paws, bloody from all of his wandering. He gently turned his head towards the direction of the fea, not enough for her to notice it though, as far as he could tell. She was large, about the size of the average brute, and just a little bit smaller than himself. But, also as far as he could see, she was not pelt and bones, meaning that if they were ever to fight, she would most likely come out as the winner.
As the sun’s shine was muted by a cloud, casting, for a few minutes a shadow ‘cross the land, Rancour stood, wincing a little at the pain is ‘is paws, and ambled over to where the fea lay, limping a little.
He sat about two or three feet away from her, enough to be respectful, but no more than so. His sallow pools glared upon her for a few moments longer, then he spoke, his tones ragged and raspy from dehydration and extreme lack of use Ello. he said simply. It was simple, quick, and it got the greeting across.
As he spoke, the fea would be able to get a look at his teeth, yellowed, and in some parts blackened, disgusting was the only way to truly word it, and it was sickening how gross it truly was.
He blinked, watching the fea for any expression, and hoped that a true one would come before long, for waiting was not one of Rancour’s greatest talents.
Other:
Where else do you rp? Shattered Mirrors (Ni) (www.flatmoose2.proboards78.com) Numenya Wolf Pack (Rancour) (www.numenya.proboards54.com )
How long have you rped? About four years
