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Temperatures are steadily beginning to drop. Chilly winds comb through the woodlands of the Avalon, frost nipping at the tundra while chilly coastal winds batter the Druids. To the south, Darkrais are experiencing a period of relief from severe southern heats before winter sets in. In the far north caribou are on the move, in the Avalon forests the deer have finished their summer rut and are preparing for winter. Cold rains cycle through in the early mornings leaving dense fogs to roll in from the coasts. Standing on the mainland, the fog can grow so dense you can't see the island of the Druids.
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Ritbant « Thread Started on Dec 9, 2008, 3:17pm »
Name;; Ritbant
Age;; Four
Gender;; Male
Pack;; Loner
Rank;; Loner
Power;; Pyrokinetic. He's pretty powerful, but he prefers to use his muscles and limbs. He knows that the fire scares many, and deep down he is afraid of it to. He also has a touch of illusion, but only in times of desperation and only in small ways. Changing color from red to pinkish white. Eye color. No elaborate webs.
Image;; I don't have a pic, sorry.
Appearance;; Ritbant is a magnificent red gold wolf with a paler cream underbelly. His eyes are green, gleaming with an aspect that just can't be pinned down, elusive and mysterious. They glow with curiosity and intelligence, with slyness and hard wariness thrown in. His pelt is well scarred, testifying to his experience in the fighting arena. His muscles are deceptively still when he is at rest, but strong pistons when he is moving. Everything about him says "fighter." His movements are exact, not using to much energy or to little. He moves with a subtle grace, suppressed elegance, and strength, evident in his stride only when he is allowing it to be seen. Otherwise he just walks smoothly. He is slightly on the tall side, but not hulking, and muscled with wire, not bulk. He can run swiftly for a long time and still retain enough energy to have a good fight at the end. His head and body are well balanced, with neat ears and paw size. One of his ears is deep black, and his paws are also smudged with night, as if he were walking in ashes. They're neat, small, and well balanced, like the rest of the wolf's body. His tail is well feathered, and it suits him very well. His head is always held erect, making him seem much taller.
Personality;; Rit is a fighter. He loves fighting, but he isn't some kind of muscle jerk. He is very curious, sometimes to his dismay, as he always is in trouble for it. He is intelligent, unless someone he cares about is in danger, at which point control goes out the metaphorical window. He has good wolf skills, but he never uses them. You see, he doesn't like other wolves, except for pups. Everything, anything, he sees as a challenger. He is short and gruff, but he is loyal and brave. He tells the truth, as he sees it, but the definition is very loose. Most wolves he will just snarl at, but he has a knack for wolves that is well disguised. Every sense is always wary, and it is practically impossible to get close to him and gain his trust. He's to wary for a pack, to distrustful of other wolves to live in harmony.
History;; Rit was raised away from the place where he is now. His mother and father were happy as loners, but then his father died. Poisoned meat. His mother Rima was slowly driven mad, and the tiny family wandered out of the valley in which they had stayed to raise a family. His sister, Larand, or Lara, wandered off and his mother never noticed. He's never seen her since. The three of them, himself, his brother Lorel, and Rima, wandered. Lorel vanished like his sister, when the three of them would have been a year and two months. He went looking for food, something they both wanted to do, something that they had a contest over. Ritbant never saw him again. Rit loved his mother, but she was losing more and more of her mind and didn't even know who he was. It almost broke his heart, but his heart recovered and hardened. She eventually died of a broken heart and mind. He wandered, casting her from his mind in bitterness that is well disguised. His new goal is to find his lost siblings, since they had been as close as siblings could be. He roams, looking, willing to do a lot to have his family back.
RP Example;; Ritbant prowled through the still forest, his pawsteps as silent as the snow that was swirling about him. The mountain in the distance watched his progress with an unblinking gaze, an ominous eye in the gloom, both of twilight, and the gathering force of winter's storm. Ritbant was watching the world go by, looking for shelter. He hated running, but he couldn't fight a dragon. His fire pelt was not helping him blend into the snowy night. The dragon had killed many wolves who had escaped the initial slaughter in the times of his nightly rounds. Rit couldn't use the power of fire to make heat, since it would alert the dragon, but the temperature was severely dropping. He really needed shelter. Rit paused and sent out his thoughts, finding and probing the land. Then his mind found a small cave, sheltered, but tiny. Night was falling, and Rit decided not to be picky. His paws carried him smoothly to the cave, and he darted inside, hardly pausing. And just in time. The dragon's roar sounded out of the mountain, and the beast himself rose, like a corpse from the grave.
Family;; A father, dead. Mother, dead. Brother, Lorel, missing. Sister Larand, known as Lara. Missing.
Other;; He's never had a mate, and he's not planning to.
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Temperatures are steadily beginning to drop. Chilly winds comb through the woodlands of the Avalon, frost nipping at the tundra while chilly coastal winds batter the Druids. To the south, Darkrais are experiencing a period of relief from severe southern heats before winter sets in. In the far north caribou are on the move, in the Avalon forests the deer have finished their summer rut and are preparing for winter. Cold rains cycle through in the early mornings leaving dense fogs to roll in from the coasts. Standing on the mainland, the fog can grow so dense you can't see the island of the Druids.
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