Post by Sphuul on Jul 13, 2012 15:55:49 GMT -5
``flesh me out
Name: Sphuul
Pronunciation: Ssfool
Health Status: Healthy
Alliance: Vigilant
``under the skin
Years: 4 Years.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Grey Wolf
Appearance: Sphuul is built with long legs and a slim build, giving him speed that has saved his life many times. He is 30 inches tall at the shoulder. The male has a thin pelt, to give less weight and wind resistance. His pelt is a silvery color, mixed with a very light tan and darker greys near his back. The back of his ears are a rusty brown color, changing to grey at the base to frame his face. His face is mostly white, and his eyes, amber in color, are ringed with black, giving his face a dramatic look. His eyes seem to pierce through you, and his gaze can be frightening. Grey runs down his muzzle to his nose, which is a dark ebony, surrounded everywhere else by light fur.
His pelt is darkest around his shoulders, where it appears almost black, and fans out across his back, going down to his tail, which is also dark. A large scar marrs his left shoulder, a constant reminder of the death he is surrounded by. He has big paws to easily walk through snow, and he is very surefooted and graceful in his gait. His muzzle is long and thick, strong muscled and full of ivory teeth that easily saw through flesh.
``inside my mind
Personality: Sphuul is a relatively quiet male. He will speak only when there is a need to, as he doesn't need to fill the silence with empty phrases. He has a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor, and it's quite hard to make him laugh. Others would describe him as rude and boring, but if you interest him enough, he can become quite a character. He prefers to be alone, and does not take well to being questioned. Sphuul tends not to trust those he doesn't know. He is impassive to those who don't give him a reason to dislike them, and he has a very short temper. He will come out of his shell if he feels threatened or angered, and the brute is certainly not afraid of using his teeth to prove his point.
Sphuul often finds himself suspicious of others. He questions their motives, their every move, and it often exhausts him. He knows what can happen when trust is put in the wrong wolf. He keeps his distance from wolves, physically and emotionally. He does, however, have a soft spot for pups, and his sweet side will come out around them.
``origins
Parents: Reiner & Sofia, both infected.
Siblings: No siblings to be named.
History: The infection ruined Sphuuls life at a very young age. He had barely weaned when his father was bitten one too many times. He turned before the young pups eyes, growing savage, eyes beginning to bleed red. His mother had grabbed him, running as fast as her swift legs could carry her. They managed to escape his fate, surviving on the run for a few weeks before his mother was taken as well. Too frightened to understand, he stayed with her until the end, only running when she turned on him, ripping into his shoulder with a bloody snarl.
Sphuul ran then. He ran, and didn't stop until his legs collapsed under him, and he fell, knocked unconscious by exhaustion and the impact. He was luckily bypassed by the infected, and survived the few hours he slept. The pup woke up alone, abandoned, orphaned. He had nothing.
Nursing his wound and his shattered heart, he continued to move steadily away from his childhood home. Only a few days afterwards, he met Abigale. He was no longer alone. They became friends, helping each other through the years, never being separated. They would give their lives for each other, and Sphuul owed his to Gale ten times over. But that was all they were. Friends. Lifelong friends, bonded by heartbreak and agony.
The rest of Sphuul's story remains to be written.