Ulfric // M

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Ulfric

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I've been around the world in the pouring rain
Nickname: The name's Ulfric
Gender: Male...
Age: 36 moons I think? I don't really know to be honest.

Mate: You ask too many damn questions but no I don't
Offspring: I hope not! I swear I used a condom!
Sire: I forget his name, I didn't want to know it to begin with.
Dame: My mother was a whore and doesn't deserve a name

Species: I am a Transylvania wolf breed. Yes I think that's what you call it.
Eye Color: Can't you see? Oh well it's Auburn you color blind idiot!
Coat Color: Must you ask this as well? Brown?! Dark brown even!
Markings: I do have these lovely stripes of black here and there, not too constant mind you but I do enjoy them. There is also this rather ugly scar on my maul where my father deemed me to be dinner. Sadly old fools don't fight too well when their son strikes first.
Weight: A couple hundred I'd wager. I haven't the luxury of a scale... though of course I'm a wolf. When does a wolf even find itself checking it's weight like a dumb human

Feeling out of place, feeling strange
Appearance Description:

I do not have eyes that can pop out of my head and look at myself but sense you are indeed blind and need me to explain to you what you are talking to I guess I'll humor you just this once. I am a wolf, a dire wolf in fact. So I am a rather formidable creature or at least I hope I am. If not I will go coat myself in some blood and get the point across. Anyway my coat is best described as rough around the edges. Just like my charming personality eh? hehehe. Well I have some rather determined eyes that give way to a gentler soul. HA! Like that's true! My eyes are that of a predator and nothing more. I look at you and I size you up. I don't look soft or loving. I'm not a bloody teddy bear though sometimes I am rather bloody. I am muscular because I have to be. I fight alone, I sleep alone and I hunt alone. If I were sickly I would be dead. Sometimes I look a little small but that's because sometimes food is scarce but I manage quite well. I am a lone warrior and I survive quite well like that.

Take me to a place where they know my name
Personality:

Well you think one would get a decent enough picture from my replies but alas it seems I am speaking a fool as well as a blind man. Er woman. What are you again? Anyway I am what I am and I am a smart ass with a taste for fun that others don't share. I don't murder but I love a good brawl. When someone sees a wolf fall down a hill side and worries. I laugh till my sides are sore. You see a lone wolf and pity him, I see a kindred spirit. You see a pup, I see a pup... wait that was a bad example. Anyway the point is that I am what I am and I'm not exactly "sociable". Personally I'd rather not have people around me. I'd rather just be left alone to enjoy myself. Could I have a friend or two? Perhaps. I even have a lover once in a blue moon but I am not one for commitment or 'expressing my feelings'. You get it? You don't? Too bad go cry to a tree!

Weaknesses

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Strengths:

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History:

God how much do you need to know about me before you'll shut up?! FINNEEEE I'll play along. I was born to a whore. That's right a whore. She'd let any brute get two humps on her rump and sadly for her and that bastard I popped out. Well apparently my da' was some type of monster or rather just an ass hole and left the minute he got his little pink thing out of her. Well I was told pretty early I was unwanted and it was all so traumatic. To be honest by that point I no longer cared. When your mother denies you the nip most of your puppy hood and all your litter mates die... you get the idea without really having to be told. Well after a year of that my 'father' returned. At that point I had grown up quite a bit. My mother hadn't of course and they were sleeping well together every night. Hard to sleep when all you hear is a brute's howling and some wench's constant insufferable moaning and panting. Damn bitch, glad she's probably starving in that swamp I drove her into. Well one night that bastard got hungry and blood drunk. He was a dire wolf you see and to be honest they're not the best parents. Well the fucker came after me but at that point I was ready for him. He was worn out from my mother anyway. So in a rather quick but bloody fashion, for both of us, he went from feral predator to scream bitch who was gurgling out curses from a torn throat. His blood tasted like sweet chocolate. That night I also took the liberty of driving my sweet old mother into a swamp! She begged but I bit and tore till she fled into the disease ridden place. If she's lucky she gotten by a crocodile. I'm hoping she's living with a permanent limp from a wound that never healed. hehehe. Well after that I took to roaming and I find that I love the style. Sure there are some occasional issues with packs and such. However I rather enjoy this life. No one to tell you what to do or anyone to care about really.

Cause I ain’t met nobody that looks the same
Desired Pack: Screw your packs, I'm a loner. Don't you get it?
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Number of Characters?: 1
Bio Password: “video killed the radio star”
How did you find us?: A mutual acquaintance

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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[† §arabi]

reasons here

Unless the rules have changed without my notice Dire wolves are not allowed here at Dare, just change the species.

Also, dude to the Proboards terms of service that we have been warned about, i am going to have to ask you to change the wording of the Gender area, just to be on the safe side.

We'd also love to know how you came across Dare, call it morbid curiosity if you wish. Though i must say, that's hardly morbid. >.>

And last but not least, where it says NAME HERE in caps at the very top, just put his name in there. Then i think you are all set.

[¡§LUNAR✮OASIS¡§&#]

Easy on the high and mighty act, as long as it stays within roleplaying (;