Post by montreve on Oct 25, 2009 14:36:27 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Montreve
Age: 6 years
Gender: Male
Physical
Description: Black timber wolf with a bit of silvering that is starting to advance with his age. Tall, slender legs, and piercing golden eyes that make you think twice before crossing him.
Length: 67 inches
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 95 lbs
Strength: Lean build
One Weakness: His old-school sense of honor
Heritage
Breed: Grey Wolf
Family:
Mother - Famke
Father - Remy
Brothers – none
Sisters – Celeste, Rochelle
Internal
Personality: Montreve is a bad-tempered male that doesn’t favor fools. He is snarky and sometimes rude to those he doesn’t deem worthy of respect. He is haughty, looks down his slender nose at everyone, and fond of few, but loyal to those deserving of it.
Fears: Females and their ‘magic’ powers
Hopes: To be a respected member of a pack, and feared just a little bit by the younger members to instill some manners in them.
Life
Bio: Montreve was born into a well-structured pack. His parents were loving, yet stern with him and his two sisters, Rochelle and Celeste. This taught them to think before they acted when it came to social situations in the pack, and they were therefore respected among the members for their intellect. Montreve instinctively looked out for his sisters, always wanting to be their protector. No males came a-courting for them when he was around. His father, Remy, decided after three years, that it was time for Montreve to take his journey to discover more of the world. So after a fond farewell, this stern young fellow set out to see what the wilderness had to offer. Ranging through the mountains, and then down along the coast, this young, sleek black wolf was enjoying his adventure, although a little hungry with the lack of a proper pack kill. One particularly clear morning he was sitting on the beach, when he spotted something dark on the horizon. Wondering what it could be, and deciding it wasn’t that far, Montreve swam towards it. An exhausted eternity later, he found himself flopped down on a sandy beach, bone-weary and falling asleep…
Pack: Unsure right now
Name: Montreve
Age: 6 years
Gender: Male
Physical
Description: Black timber wolf with a bit of silvering that is starting to advance with his age. Tall, slender legs, and piercing golden eyes that make you think twice before crossing him.
Length: 67 inches
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 95 lbs
Strength: Lean build
One Weakness: His old-school sense of honor
Heritage
Breed: Grey Wolf
Family:
Mother - Famke
Father - Remy
Brothers – none
Sisters – Celeste, Rochelle
Internal
Personality: Montreve is a bad-tempered male that doesn’t favor fools. He is snarky and sometimes rude to those he doesn’t deem worthy of respect. He is haughty, looks down his slender nose at everyone, and fond of few, but loyal to those deserving of it.
Fears: Females and their ‘magic’ powers
Hopes: To be a respected member of a pack, and feared just a little bit by the younger members to instill some manners in them.
Life
Bio: Montreve was born into a well-structured pack. His parents were loving, yet stern with him and his two sisters, Rochelle and Celeste. This taught them to think before they acted when it came to social situations in the pack, and they were therefore respected among the members for their intellect. Montreve instinctively looked out for his sisters, always wanting to be their protector. No males came a-courting for them when he was around. His father, Remy, decided after three years, that it was time for Montreve to take his journey to discover more of the world. So after a fond farewell, this stern young fellow set out to see what the wilderness had to offer. Ranging through the mountains, and then down along the coast, this young, sleek black wolf was enjoying his adventure, although a little hungry with the lack of a proper pack kill. One particularly clear morning he was sitting on the beach, when he spotted something dark on the horizon. Wondering what it could be, and deciding it wasn’t that far, Montreve swam towards it. An exhausted eternity later, he found himself flopped down on a sandy beach, bone-weary and falling asleep…
Pack: Unsure right now
