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Post by Schuyller on Apr 19, 2009 16:46:25 GMT
welcome to the world of wolves
Your Name/Alias :: Marais | Twiggy
Your Characters :: Schuyller
Where did you find us? :: Muse
and freefall into the abyss below
Name :: Schuyller
Alias :: Schu (Shoe)
Age :: Around 18 (Little over 2).
Gender :: Male.
Element :: Ice.
Pack :: Loner, for now.
Rank :: None.just let yourself go with the flow
Appearance :: Schuyller is more tall than he is broad, but still only comes up to what is an average height for his gender. His legs are muscled, albiet leanly, and are considered slender; only good for running quickly and jumping, both of which Schuyller excells at with his narrow build. He can't muscle his way into, or out of, a situation and often ends up relying on his girlish figure and witty nature (that'd be his brains).
His fur is thick and plush to the touch, colored mainly in monochromatic colors: black, grays, and whites. His overall base color is a white with touches of beige. His sides, upper legs, and head/neck area of mainly lighter grays while his upper back is consumed in dark grays and black. He has a rather square black smudge between his eyes which are thinly outlined in black as well. To brighten things up he has just a splash of color over his ears. His feet are just dirty and are never white as they should be.
His eyes themselves are narrow and slanted. They look to be an almost clear color with a slight gray-green tinting, at times appearing to be almost metallic. They glassy clear color in his eyes act like a mirror would and pick up the colors from around him. They are often many colors and never quite the same. Because of their slant he can, at times, appear quite pissed, or - as he likes to call it - exotic.
Schuyller likes to think of his overall appearance as quite "man pretty", but in reality, he's really just quite girly looking. His body could pass as a female's and his lovely face as well. To different himself from the ladies he makes it a point to look intimidating when he walks. His head is kept level with his shoulders and his gait is prominant and careful. He tries to keep his fur puffed out to look bigger and keeps his chest broad. Rumor has it his pelt coloring is quite bad ass, so there's hope.
Personality :: At a first glance Schuyller is a mysterious "bad-boy"; his body language doesn't exactly scream friendly with his nonchalant posture. His eyes, keenly narrow and slanted, are never quite inviting with the omnious colors they always seem to be. But upon closer inspection Schuyller is simply reserved, polite, and quiet.
By true nature Schuyller is quite the opposite, but for everyone's sake, he keeps his trap shut. He's trained himself by a year of solitute to talk only when needed, and to keep his replies short and sweet. One-worded when he's really on a roll. To be completely honest it gets tiresome, but the boy - any other way - is both crude and rude.
When Schuyller gets caught off guard, or finds himself liking and trusting someone, his speaking becomes off-topic, and a little off color, and blunt. He referes to females in ways they perhaps shouldn't be, and says things that are best left unsaid. For example phrases such as: "Hey, you look like a fat cow." are not uncommon.
So to cover up said flaw, he tries to maintain the reliable "bad-boy" persona. Only he's too little to do so effectively. It's also a buffer to not allow anyone to get up close and personal with him becase, as his brothers demonstrated when he was young, he often finds himself as a tool, discarded when his usefullness is expired.
His facade is bothersome and hard to maintain, so once in an every great while, when Schuyller finds someone he simply can't stand, he lets loose a little. He is normal good-natured crude self of course, but he likes to lead those wolves on and play "mind games" to get the edge off.
To make up for his lack of muscle, Schuyller is quick-witted and rather nasty when it comes to getting out of a tight situation. He's devishly fast on his feet, and while he's not a great sweet talker, he has a mouth and will humor his way out of trouble if that's what it takes.
History :: Schuyller's mother and father were past betas of a small mainly fire elemental pack. (It was only roughly 5 or so wolves so not really a pack). They were given permission to have a litter of their own from the alphas, whom they were close with, and went ahead. The litter consisted of four puppies, all of which were male. Two were fire elementals, one was gravity, and the other - Schuyller - was ice. But not only was Schuyller ice, he was the runt of the litter and the butt of all his brothers jokes and tormentings.
It wasn't uncommon that Schuyller heard "Hey Schu! Fire melts ice!" Where he would be promptly smothered by his three larger brothers. It wasn't untolerable, though. Schuyller didn't mind: he loved his brothers, and despite what they might have done, they loved him too. Didn't change the fact he was their pin cushion, though.
The pack normally did not have a problem with stray elementals in their pack, but when the current alpha male was over thrown, the rules changed. He wanted pure fire, for whatever reason. Strong fire males, if any males, to be more specific. Schuyller and his brother who had gravity panicked. He was already pushed around by his brothers, but soon, the whole pack would turn on him. Instead of face them like a man Schuyller took off the first chance he got knowing that the jerk-off alpha wouldn't keep a scrawny ice elemental.
For a couple months he traveled with his brother before they split up. His brother persued a family of his own while Schuyller kept to the solitary life of a loner. He, for the most part, has kept to himself. He's met a few wolves, but none memerable, and has kept himself well away from fights. Slowly but surely he is becoming more socialable, growing tired of having only himself to talk to.
Roleplay Sample :: "I can tolerate this." A smooth voice mused, quite bell-like and light for even the girliest of males; which Schuyller was not flamboyantly girly, but he had his moments. It wasn't uncommon that the young male rise an hour or so early during spring to visit the pond. It was a beautiful sight to watch the water reflect the sun, especially the small dew drops on the water lillies he so fervently adored. Just exactly why he loved flowers, or more so the water lillies, was a best kept secret that Schuyller stubbornly held on to. As he wanted, no one was ever allowed close enough to learn the secret that he buried in his past.
By now the sun had just barely risen. It's pasteled light was rainbowed across the sky, slowly fading to a common sky blue. Thin clouds stirred but did little else. A morning breeze, still a bit brisk, disturbed the water's surface gently, sending the aromatic aroma of the flowers towards shore where Schuyller had finally settled. "It's behind us now, right?" He finally went on, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His mirror-like eyes, reflecting the colors of the pond, were downcast at the water.
Lithe as a mountain cat he wove his way as close to the water as he could get. His long legs easily stepping over the bent reeds and grasses before he settled down in a thick patch of wet grass. His thick fur was lullingly ruffled by the breeze coming off the pond; he ignored that and could only lift his muzzle to catch the scent of the flowers. The smell was relaxing but brought a flood of painful memories that he resented. He could never be quelled by just the smell, pain always came with it. He lowered his head and let his eyes drift and return to the water. The lillies were commonly white, but here where they could interbreed, pinks, reds, and bright yellows were common.
It was sweet sweet irony that the male so loved the flowers that grew on the water's surface, but yet was so deathly afraid of the fish that dwelled beneath. He wasn't so paralyzed with fear that he couldn't enter the water, he just couldn't look down if he did. More often than not though, he simply didn't bother.
He longed to sit in silence all day but that's never how it went. Already birds were loudly shrilling to one another. Eggs were hatching, both bird and aquatic. New born spring peepers chirped loudly from the poud, a large chorus of frogs filling the air. Schuyller sighed then, flicking his ears to dismiss the sounds before he finally rose to his legs.
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