Post by Maya on Sept 1, 2011 21:19:50 GMT -5
OSARE
"And I still sit here lonely each and every day wondering what's gone wrong."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Osare
NICKNAME(S): Not applicable
PRONUNCIATION: OH-sare (stare but without the t.)
POSITION: Free-roamer
taste the sky,
AGE: Four years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Mexican Wolf
HEIGHT: 30 inches
APPEARANCE: Osare is taller than most wolves by a rather comparable size. Being thirty inches at the shoulder, he’s built in a stocky way. Where most males appear rather muscular, Osare is minimally so. Medium sized paws the color a subtle cream hesitantly feel the land out in front of him and his strides are unsure. His body is unnaturally tense and his claws have a tendency to clutch the earth to sense the approach of another. His coat is constructed of grays, browns and black is stretched over his moderate build. His ribs are faintly seen due to the fact that he cannot properly feed himself because of one particular feature. The main feature most notice off the bat is the ghostly look within his eyes. Where his eyes would appear to be the color of light sienna, have been claimed by milky white cataracts and look ghostly and empty. Everything about Osare is average from nose to tail but those eyes haunt the memory forever.
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thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Osare is not the most well put together wolf one will ever meet. He’s consistently alert to the point where it’s bordering paranoia. He jumps at the sudden noises and practically bites back a scream if a loud noise startles him. He is not the most bold or courageous wolf and tends to stray away from a large gathering of wolves. His mind is constantly racing but Osare thinks things to himself in great deal, musing over what life is and nonsense ideas as well. He is not exactly intellectual about what others might consider but he has an analytical mind that turns phrases over constantly to find some sort of hidden meaning.
Osare is a rather anti-social being as finding a good conversation is hard to find. He wants to talk about in-depth subjects rather than the weather, and hardly anyone wishes to delve into such topics. Due to this, Osare has found himself becoming rather bitter and edgy; however, he refuses to admit that the true cause of his bitterness is the fact that he’s blind. He says things out of anger and puts it on the closest object or wolf nearest him verbally. He pushes others away just because he’s afraid of getting too close to anyone to let him see what really lies beneath the exterior.
When Osare is not in one of his moody phases, he’s actually sort of nice to converse with and be around. He is a fantastic listener with an equally amazing memory that absorbs practically anything thrown at him. He has more wisdom than he lets on about and although his imagination can run wild and he says ridiculous things, he attempts to make others smile and laugh even when doesn’t feel the need to.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Sangue
MOTHER: Lina
SIBLINGS: Khiara [F], Noelle [F], Prison [M],Kavich [M]
HISTORY: Osare was born smack dab in the middle of his littermates, and was born after his sister, Noelle but before Prison. Kavich was a still born and destroyed his mother. His mother, Lina, had buried the body so her controlling mate, Sangue would never question as to what happened to the pup. For the most part of the early stages, Osare was normal; he was asserting dominance over the others as pups often do, but when it came time for their blindness to be swept away, Osare’s eyes remained as sightless as the day he was born. It was glaringly obvious for the only change that occurred was the predominance of milky white cataracts that prevented his sight.
Lina was on the high alert, knowing that Sangue was a rather competitive male as he flaunted his pups up and down the pack area like they were better than the other litters. Lina forced Osare to stay back, forcing him to stay within the den and making excuses so Sangue wouldn’t pick up on it. She was successful for a few days until Sangue demanded that he come out and play with the others. Lina stammered over words but was struck a blow to the nose and Osare awkwardly stepped out of the den. His siblings ran towards him and he ran as well but in the wrong direction. He soon turned around after he heard their voices calling him back and his father was suspicious. One look at his eyes and Sangue wanted to end his life, not wanting a failure of a son who couldn’t see. Lina fought him on the matter and made an offer he couldn’t refuse and that was to send Osare to his uncle who was in the neighboring pack. Word got around and his uncle came to his aid.
Uncle Sacred was his savior in every sense of the word for he was blind as well. He taught Osare how to hunt, sense vibrations through his claws, and become more attuned to Mother Nature using his other available senses. Osare developed quickly under Sacred’s supervision and Osare took to calling him ‘Dad.’ Osare devoured meals of meat and of certain berries that grew within the forest and life was grand for the moment. He was accepting his blindness but eventually a sickness ravaged through his uncle, kidnapping his last breath and leaving Osare to fend for himself. Bitterness soon grew within him as he drifted from pack to pack; holding onto the fact that being blind and that his Uncle had been unrightfully taken away from him wasn’t fair. He was kicked out of packs and occasionally beaten when he refused to leave.
Now being four, Osare finds himself as a drifter without a home but his heart secretly aches for one. All he is searching for now is acceptance in an unforgiving world.