Post by Prism on Sept 4, 2010 9:57:13 GMT -5
SHERLOCK !
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Nickname: -
Gender: Male
Age: Four years
Mate: -
Offspring: Gryphon
Sire: Siger
Dame: Violette
Species: Tundra wolf
Eye Color: russet brown
Coat Color: Off-white, with darker stains located in various places
Markings: -
Weight: 123 lbs
Feeling out of place, feeling strange
Appearance Description:Sherlock has the general appearance of any tundra wolf, except for the fact of his four feet, one inch frame. He was born large, and just stayed that way. He's thick around the waist, but not 'fat'. For a wolf his face is handsome, and his fur has been stained by the ashes of his old homeland, leaving black splotches around his coat. In a bright light his irises can look to be a scarlet, but only on a rare occasion.
Take me to a place where they know my name
Personality:Sherlock has an empty air about him. He shares his dry humor every once and a while, but isn't the typical male. He does find females attractive, but will not flirt senselessly and try to impress them. He always tries to be patient with people, even when his voice is strained and he's screaming 'idiot!' on the inside. He's always calm and collected; unless a major situation unfolds itself. Sherlock has always been absorbed in his own doings- such as solving tricky problems. When first meeting somebody, he will examine and educe every little detail about them. His dark scarlet eyes do, however, contain a mischievous shining luster, that can make his humor even a little playful at times. He'll joke around when the opportunity presents itself- often very rare, for him.
Sherlock speaks with a soft monotone, his voice rarely raising. It's always low, a little louder than mumbling. He speaks quickly, usually figuring that the other will automatically know what he is saying. And if you know Sherlock well enough, you can tell what he's saying. This is, however, the softest but easy to spot refined English accent that shows when he's speaking loud enough. When meeting a stranger, Sherlock tries to be as charming as possible, hiding his examination. You could say that he's a master of disguise, in that way. From so many different experiences, he is a skilled fighter, very good at the front of the battle field. He combines his transport with his speed, using these to disorientate his victim. Surprisingly, Sherlock can get very easily carried away in a fight, and even find it sporting, and amusing. It's how he lets his frustration out.
Fears:
Strengths:
History:
Sherlock grew up revolved around mystery, leaving him hooked on it for life. His mystery craze started when he was about three months old, when his family went missing in the depths of a different land. He spent days trying to analyse everything, remembering all key details that went into their missing. They were going on a savaging hunting trip, and when he had gotten lost, from not keeping up, he just went back home. It took weeks before he found the scorched remains- they had been trapped in a lava flow. Sherlock didn't weep for days on end- he wasn't that attached anyway. But his need to figure things out started there. He had to deduce the details, ripping them open small piece by piece until he figured it out.
Sherlock began a trek, leaving his volcanic home land. It was getting risky to live there. He has pondered through a small section of all the lands, travelling alone. He never did, and still doesn't want to attach to anybody. He finds them too much of a pain. He took residence in a temperate rain forest like area for a while, always finding the heat and humidity pleasurable. But Sherlock had always been one to move out quickly. He left the forest, and even tried to live in arctic lands for a while, touching his ancestry. The cold was miserable for him, and he travelled to a desert. None of the places seemed to give back the old feeling of the volcanic land he had originated from.
It was one night that frustration had driven him over the edge, and he actually came across a large gathering of intoxicated wolves. He actually lost himself to the intoxication, and met up with a maned wolf femme that went by Adler. The female left a scarred mark on him- probably the reason why he doesn't interact with females today. They were both deceived from unknown materials, and found themselves making love. Sherlock had thought that it would be a happy little ending, until he
1. Discovered his thought-to-be-dead brother, Watson to be at the same place
and more importanley,
2. Adler was nervous, and ended up rejecting his face (along with a few other comments) and everything else not only in front of his brother, but a whole group of wolves. This may not be so major for some wolves, but Sherlock has a very high self esteem and can be extremely egotistical. He was humiliated, and they both left. The two have not seen each other since. His trust in females was completely disintegrated, as well as the strange thing that made wolves tipsy. He dreads the day where he might see her again. He's even... scared.
Sherlock finally discovered this new land, and has hidden hopes to actually live peacefully for a while. Maybe not.
Cause I ain’t met nobody that looks the same
Desired Pack: Renegade
Number of Characters?: one
Bio Password: adventure time
How did you find us?: I stalked ashes and virus (:
Credits
Bio Template credited to Lunar Oasis
Character idea and writing credited to respective creator
Lyrics written by Will.I.Am – Traveling Song
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