Post by Makarov on Jan 9, 2011 18:08:20 GMT -5
Arnault Zilciyan !
[/font][/right] Pink wig, thick ass, give em whiplash
Nickname: Arno
Gender: Male
Age: 2 Years Old
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Sire: Zilci
Dame: Arevik
Species: Eurasian Wolf (Armenian)
Eye Color: Silver (marbled mix of light and dark grays with slightly reflective pigments)
Coat Color: Dark gray highlighted with gold and a cream colored underbelly
Markings: Missing three quarters of his tail
Weight: 180 lbs
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Appearance Description:Hailing from Siberia in the far northern reaches of the super-continent of Eurasia, Arno is a very large wolf from very large bloodlines. His chest is wide and barreled, almost as thick as his body which thins out along his flanks going down to his hips making for a slightly bulldog stance. His legs are like tree trunks and his paws broad with tiny gold hairs poking out from between his toes to make them very proficient snowshoes. With a lustrous, thick coat is perfect for deflecting even the hardest of winds and the coldest of snow and sleet. His overcoat is dark gray, whilst the dense, downy guard hairs underneath are a beautiful golden honey hue. Silver eyes as luminous and shining as the moon top it all off to give his giant galoot of a beast giving him this harmlessly handsome appearance.
Most remarkable is his tail, or lack thereof. He is missing three quarters of his beautiful bottlebrush, leaving a nub which can raise itself, lower itself and wag. Thus he is not too impaired when it comes to canine body communications. Arno is sometimes seen with plant dyes and natural make-ups daubed gaudily on his face.
Now look at what you just saw, I think it's what you live for
Personality:A couple of words can be used to perfectly surmise the kind of wolf Arno is and those are: Big Floozy. Arno is a party animal, a miscreant lurking on the dark underbelly of wolfen society and though he is nearing full adulthood he really has not grown up all that much in his mind. He is an oversexed, overindulgent creature and does as he pleases, enjoying freedom but never really ever able to find wolves to keep up with his constant, often drug-fueled energy. He has no notion of mates and only understands the concept of pleasure. Though most would label him as bisexual that is not an entirely true, as he calls himself Trysexual, meaning he will try anything. In all truth he is what is known as a Pansexual which is a blind attraction to all beings regardless of their sex.
Even though he is a very large and often very masculine male he has a side to him that is very female. Though he knows he is not one and never wishes to be one he "gets a kick" one could say, from making his appearance more feminine with paint dyes, makeup and jewelry. In essence he is the wolf version of a cross-dresser. He is very unashamed of his feminine side and it is hard to offend him about it without him making things really awkward for you. He is quite truly unabashed and unbridled.
Weaknesses
- Sex
- Over-indulgence (will often sex/part himself out or go on benders)
- Unstable at times
- Balance (due to lack of tail)
- Often Tired from lack of Sleep
Strengths:
- Physical Body Strength
- Endurance (from week-long at a time benders and in a physical front)
- Self-Confidence (he don't give a DAMN what you say 'bout him, honey)
- Uhhh, Sex Again
History:Armenians are noted for being a very proud and very strong race, even their wolves reflect this cold nature, especially those who grew up in the harsh reaches of Siberia. Arno was a beta's son, one of two and though rules were strict in the Siberian clans about whom could foster pups a hard winter had killed all of the Alpha's pups and thus this challenge to the balance was accepted. From a young age the two brothers were trained to be tough and began to grow into powerful young wolves, but Arno had some differences that were hard to overlook for every wolf in the pack. Though a proud and very impressive specimen he was notorious for doing as he pleased, an insufferable partyholic and trickster unlike his model warrior and hunter of a brother, whom was altogether looked upon as the more cultured, respectable and promising wolf. Arno's sexuality came into question as well, with his strange advances on seemingly everything that moved and his unwholesome fascination with it.
At the age of one and a half the pack was already so sick of Arno's antics that they held a council to decide exactly what to do. His mother and father, also disgusted by the wildness of their son's will, did not put up much of a fight and Arno was to be banished away from the packlands, driven away if necessary. And it did not go over very well. When Arno was confronted by his family and just about every able bodied wolf from the pack he knew something was quite amiss. He threw a hissy fit which soon turned into a spirited rage on the part of both sides, as Armenians are indeed a lupine who does not take bullshit, and Arno was soon bitten, clawed and pounded out of the territory. There was little he could do and he was finally alone. The fire in his heart still burned though and without looking back he started off into the lonely Siberian forests.
His curious and troublesome ways soon landed him in the grasps of a hungry, wandering Snow Leopard whom after a brief scuffle, relieved Arno of his tail before he finally caught the big cat fast by the jugular. He shook the life out of it and limped away, pride wounded and losing blood. For a few days he wandered in a haze of semi consciousness, soon starting to hallucinate. An unfortunate event which led to him believing he could fly and making a leap off of the cliffs that dropped down into the ocean. Blackness and terrible cold followed for what seemed like an eternity. When Arno awoke he was on the beautiful summer shores of a place his mind could have only fathomed in dreams, a land so radiant and beautiful unlike the frozen wasteland he had come from. It was a gem... a perfect place to start over.
For the longest time he kept to himself in the forest, speaking with only the occasional passer-by and exchanging exotic drug concoctions for sexual favors, you know, the usual stuff. He was back to his old self and as winter neared he began to yearn for the company of other wolves, those who understood his unstable ways and his need for disarray. Turmoil was bubbling up like sickly cancerous tumors all over the island and the formation of a small group who occupied the Crystal stream soon came to his ears. A light turned on in his head and well, he knew what he would have to do, and where he would have to go.
These wolves were bound to share a common love for the chaos.
Aaahhhhhh! I'm a motherfucking monster!
Desired Pack: The Revolt
Picture URL: Handsome fella huh?
Number of Characters?: character count? 6 characters per member, extras can be bought
Bio Password: Video Killed the Radio Star
How did you find us?: Yo momma
Credits
Bio Template credited to Lunar Oasis
Character idea and writing credited to respective creator
Lyrics by Nicki Minage from Kanye West's - Monster
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