Post by Fecatah on Mar 27, 2007 17:56:25 GMT -5
Well, I wasnt going to use the template set out by the "read first" thread, but I suppose its what people will be used to.
Name: Fecatah
Age: 21
Race: Wolf
Physical Description: Fecatah is a White Wolf who is wrapped in a black cloak. It billows around him with a subtle elegance, hiding most of his physical features. His snout can be seen protruding ever slightly from the hood of the cloak, but his eyes remain hidden, along with any expression that may be upon his face at the time. A broad sword has been strapped to his back, though it appears he rarely uses it, from the way it looks awkward for him to access. Nothing can be seen covering his feet, though the cloak has a tenancy to hide his feet, every now and then pure white paws can be made out under the black shadow.
Personality: He never shows much personality. Keeping quiet, even in the worst of times, he can sometimes appear as though he doesnt even care. Sitting with a blank expression on his face as though staring off into space, he can offer some very useful advice, when neccissary. Very defensive and sometimes rude, he has many ways of showing that he really does care. If he ever is required to make a desicion of the elements, Fire and Wood are his thing. If you are looking for him, go to a forest or someplace with lots of heat!
History: Fecatah grew up in a village known as Keldoran. He was a loner for his childhood because of the strange powers he possessed. The other children were frightened enough by the odd things he could do, without their parents actually telling them to stay away from him. Eventually, the only people he had been able to express his feelings to, and tell things to (his mother and father), had also abandoned him. Rarely looking at him, and keeping a distance as though he had some contagious disease. By the age of 19 he set out on his own. Taking all of his possessions (a small jar of gold, his cloak, some food rations and what little of his pride he had left) he left the village for good, and has never looked back since. He makes his way in life, usually moving from place to place, getting work where possible, usually doing jobs others wont do. He enjoys exploring and being with the few friends he has made in his travels.
Name: Fecatah
Age: 21
Race: Wolf
Physical Description: Fecatah is a White Wolf who is wrapped in a black cloak. It billows around him with a subtle elegance, hiding most of his physical features. His snout can be seen protruding ever slightly from the hood of the cloak, but his eyes remain hidden, along with any expression that may be upon his face at the time. A broad sword has been strapped to his back, though it appears he rarely uses it, from the way it looks awkward for him to access. Nothing can be seen covering his feet, though the cloak has a tenancy to hide his feet, every now and then pure white paws can be made out under the black shadow.
Personality: He never shows much personality. Keeping quiet, even in the worst of times, he can sometimes appear as though he doesnt even care. Sitting with a blank expression on his face as though staring off into space, he can offer some very useful advice, when neccissary. Very defensive and sometimes rude, he has many ways of showing that he really does care. If he ever is required to make a desicion of the elements, Fire and Wood are his thing. If you are looking for him, go to a forest or someplace with lots of heat!
History: Fecatah grew up in a village known as Keldoran. He was a loner for his childhood because of the strange powers he possessed. The other children were frightened enough by the odd things he could do, without their parents actually telling them to stay away from him. Eventually, the only people he had been able to express his feelings to, and tell things to (his mother and father), had also abandoned him. Rarely looking at him, and keeping a distance as though he had some contagious disease. By the age of 19 he set out on his own. Taking all of his possessions (a small jar of gold, his cloak, some food rations and what little of his pride he had left) he left the village for good, and has never looked back since. He makes his way in life, usually moving from place to place, getting work where possible, usually doing jobs others wont do. He enjoys exploring and being with the few friends he has made in his travels.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.