Post by Velkar on Jul 7, 2011 22:16:45 GMT -5
Tachiim
"I'll wait here forever just to, to see you smile
'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you"
'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you"
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Tachiim
NICKNAME(S): Tachi
PRONUNCIATION: Tachiim (Ta-Sh-eim) Tachi (Ta-She)
POSITION: Dominor
taste the sky,
AGE: He is reaching Up to the Four Year Mark.
GENDER: Brute *Male*
BREED: Grey Wolf
HEIGHT: 33 Inches, an inch above the typical Timber Wolf height.
APPEARANCE: Standing at 33 Inches, and weighing in at 120 lbs. Tachi is slightly larger than your typical brute. His fur is as black as night, with the silver hints of his grayish undercoat. Despite his weight, Tachiim is actually a very slender brute and most of his weight derives from his muscle. His eyes are a dark, burning ember that see to look right into your soul (though they do not) and his muzzle is singed with silver hairs, that seem to make a blaze around his muzzle (thought it does not). He has multiple scars across his body, mostly across his muzzle. Tachiim is a very bulky brute, but that doesn't mean he's fat--he is lean to an extent and his legs are long, giving him more speed.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Never before has there been a wolf like Tachi, or so he would like to think. He's your typical Bad-A, and really couldn't care less about you, or anyone else for that matter--but, with that having been said, he can care about one special lady, when he finds her. Despite his brutish behavior and arrogant nature, he can be gentle, but again--only around the one he loves, and pups. He enjoys very little, and dislikes a lot, but that's not very important, now is it? Tachi can seem very arrogant and rude to most, and some times appears ignorant--but he is far from it. Tachiim is very intelligent, and believes that wisdom comes with age.
He has never been one to open up, to anyone, or anything. He doesn't care about whether the sun will rise in the morning, or if he dies that very night--all he cares about, is knowing that he is alive, healthy, and living life to the fullest everyday. He is more of a solitary wolf, preferring to go off on his on and think; however, he does enjoy the occasional company of a slave or so. Tachiim prefers night to day, rain to shine, and warmth to cold.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Elzak
MOTHER: Karasu. "Adopted" Mother-Criser
SIBLINGS:
HISTORY: The rain fell with a gentle rhythm, as the cried of six tiny newborns rang out. The pack rejoiced, thrilled with the arrival of their Alpha's first litter; however, there was one that did not rejoice. The envious fae watched on from afar as the Alpha's welcomed the pack into their den, to see the newborns. The fae, the sister of the Alphess, always had envied her sister, and now--watching as her sister rejoiced with her new family.
Not hours later, as the pack slept, Criser -the fae- snuck into her sister's den and stole one of the pups; the pup, a strong and healthy young male, was to be her son now, he would be her pride and joy. She ran, far away, into a valley miles and miles away from the pack--a valley here she and the pup would be safe together.
As the young pup grew, Criser knew he would wonder about his siblings, and his father--and she was prepared to tell him that they were all killed by the pack; however, Tachiim had already figured it out. The yearling had known since he was just a pup, when he heard the mournful howl of his true mother, calling out for Criser and her lost pup.
When Tachiim reached the two year mark, he left Criser, in search of who he was--but he never did find himself. He wandered in search of himself for years, until he finally came upon some land that just fit. He planned to settle down, maybe gather a few slaves, maybe even find love -though he doubted it- but most importantly-- a place he could call his own.
Accepted. 
