Post by isolationwolf on Apr 27, 2015 13:07:47 GMT -5
Sycoran Vok
21 -Werewolf- Male - Storm - Straight
Sycoran - male Version of Sycorax, meaning powerful and vicious according to an old Shakespeare play.
description|
he was strong both by nature and effort, proud of it too. his frame lean and sure, with an athletic edge just as it is when he is human. his fur a dark ebony mimicking his human mane mixed with a dark, rich russet color that blended in perfectly with the black and added a dangerous and reckless appeal to him. his eyes are an icy blue, the top half of each seeming a bit darker than the lower.
He's tall, his powerful legs long to fit the lenght of his untamed tail . His muzzle and throat are more noticably russet, seeming like dried blood that is continuously dripping down but never advances when he moves, a fitting color that show off his long, sharp teeth.
A note worthy feature are his nails, or more accurately, claws. His black nails have a solid curve and slightly hooked tips that make them both useful and dangerous. (152 words)
Personality|
Sycoran is a dangerous being, having an unlimited capability for cruelty as well as coldness. He may have a capability for ...something warm hidden deep inside his sub-consciousness, but it hasn't appeared for many years.
He's quite experienced at hiding his emotions, and can adapt rather quickly to most any situations. He has a way with others that while a tad distant and detached at times, allows him to quickly level up in status and favor.
He's a being whom has worked hard to rid himself of guilt and any feelings which may hold him back or down, and his list of what is ethical may be shorter, or rather an extremely edited and adaptable version of what others might considered to be right.
He is a very cool headed creature with strategy on his side as well as instincts that have yet to fail him. It is very hard for him to make any emotional connections with anyone or anything no matter how long or how many things he's been through with them. (174 words)
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name| Isolation Wolf
other characters| Angelica Wolfencross(WIP)
roleplay sample|
The darkly robed woman stood a foot away from the large ebony door, her lips set in a firm line and normally warm ocean eyes hard as she looked at the doors simple carvings to avoid glancing down. The bundle in her arms was still, silent, the movement that signified breathing barely there as if the newborn child sensed the tragedy, the pain of the moment even if it did not understand what was happening.
The child gazed up with wide eyes at the woman whom held it, questioning with its young eyes as she took a deep breath and lowered him from her arms and laid him before the door. She glanced at him then, scanning his face and small hands , letting a flicker of emotion shine in her eyes and a tear drop onto the child cheek. About to lean down and kiss his forehead before she shook her head, dark curls falling out of her robe's hood and softly caressing the child's cheek.
Those ocean eyes went cold again, and the woman knocked once, loudly, on the door before fully standing and dashing away . The movement was graceful and elegant, and her shape faded from sight, disappearing into the shadows with one last flutter of her coat's hem. (211 words)
Returning member from Sotu Version 1
Key Phrases: -REMOVED BY HEICHOU-
Sycoran - male Version of Sycorax, meaning powerful and vicious according to an old Shakespeare play.
description|
he was strong both by nature and effort, proud of it too. his frame lean and sure, with an athletic edge just as it is when he is human. his fur a dark ebony mimicking his human mane mixed with a dark, rich russet color that blended in perfectly with the black and added a dangerous and reckless appeal to him. his eyes are an icy blue, the top half of each seeming a bit darker than the lower.
He's tall, his powerful legs long to fit the lenght of his untamed tail . His muzzle and throat are more noticably russet, seeming like dried blood that is continuously dripping down but never advances when he moves, a fitting color that show off his long, sharp teeth.
A note worthy feature are his nails, or more accurately, claws. His black nails have a solid curve and slightly hooked tips that make them both useful and dangerous. (152 words)
Personality|
Sycoran is a dangerous being, having an unlimited capability for cruelty as well as coldness. He may have a capability for ...something warm hidden deep inside his sub-consciousness, but it hasn't appeared for many years.
He's quite experienced at hiding his emotions, and can adapt rather quickly to most any situations. He has a way with others that while a tad distant and detached at times, allows him to quickly level up in status and favor.
He's a being whom has worked hard to rid himself of guilt and any feelings which may hold him back or down, and his list of what is ethical may be shorter, or rather an extremely edited and adaptable version of what others might considered to be right.
He is a very cool headed creature with strategy on his side as well as instincts that have yet to fail him. It is very hard for him to make any emotional connections with anyone or anything no matter how long or how many things he's been through with them. (174 words)
_______________________
name| Isolation Wolf
other characters| Angelica Wolfencross(WIP)
roleplay sample|
The darkly robed woman stood a foot away from the large ebony door, her lips set in a firm line and normally warm ocean eyes hard as she looked at the doors simple carvings to avoid glancing down. The bundle in her arms was still, silent, the movement that signified breathing barely there as if the newborn child sensed the tragedy, the pain of the moment even if it did not understand what was happening.
The child gazed up with wide eyes at the woman whom held it, questioning with its young eyes as she took a deep breath and lowered him from her arms and laid him before the door. She glanced at him then, scanning his face and small hands , letting a flicker of emotion shine in her eyes and a tear drop onto the child cheek. About to lean down and kiss his forehead before she shook her head, dark curls falling out of her robe's hood and softly caressing the child's cheek.
Those ocean eyes went cold again, and the woman knocked once, loudly, on the door before fully standing and dashing away . The movement was graceful and elegant, and her shape faded from sight, disappearing into the shadows with one last flutter of her coat's hem. (211 words)
Returning member from Sotu Version 1
Key Phrases: -REMOVED BY HEICHOU-
