Post by Deleted on May 20, 2012 8:14:14 GMT -5
MORAK SNOW
NAME. Morak Snow.
NICKNAME(S). Moe.
AGE. 2 years.
SPECIES. Wolf.
BREED. Eurasian.
GENDER. Gelded Male.
HEIGHT. 31.5 inches.
WEIGHT. 72 lbs.
COAT. Off-white brownish hue.
EYE COLOUR. Winter blue.
NOTABLE MARKINGS.Darker brown mask and ears.
PHYSICAL. Slim and small, Morak is no impressive brute. Born the runt of his litter the pale coated man was never to be the strong or the wise. He was simply Morak, the bone pale jolly beast. Standing a scant 80 inches at the shoulder Morak is at the lowest of his sub-species height range, making him a rather poor showing indeed. His runner's build never helped much in the way of his father's wishes for warrior sons. With long legs and a broad chest Morak is far more adept for message delivering then he will ever be for battle. Despite this the lad has very strong limbs and a level of endurance most can only dream of. What he makes up in these areas however he once again lack's in jaw and shoulder strength. It is a thing Morak rarely was allowed to forget. All together he is a well put together beast, handsome in his proportions but almost feminine in his looks.
Layered over his slim slopping shoulders is a pelt slightly off white in colour. The follicles appear a creamy white-brown upon close inspection but glimpsed from far away Morak often simply looks white. Though the pelt is run through with varying shades of a similar shade, Morak has only two defining markings to call his own. First the backs of his ears are a much darker hue then the rest of him, and they share this pigment with the mask about those winter blue eyes. The mask itself is small, only moving out about an inch from any side, but it stretches down the top of the boy's muzzle to meet his ebony nose. All together it is not a very imposing look, and only manages to soften the pale face further.
His feminine looks only further the longer he is looked at. Morak is a very soft creature, his fur long and constantly groomed. As such it has the texture of cotton silk or the like, and a gloss that could be envied if it wasn't constantly at odds with his living arrangements. As it were the reason behind Morak's rather sleek look may originate from his lack of balls also. Well and truly castrated the man often seems almost female from a certain angle. The odd scent that is his musk doesn't help him much in that arena either.
FEARS.
- Men. Ironically. Thanks to his pa and brother.
- Water. Utterly terrified of drowning. He has no issue with anything that he can stand in, however.
- Distrust. He fears it loathes it and will do anything in his power to make sure he is trusted. To know that others know he would never leave them.
VICES.
- Silence. He is a self imposed mute and as such only speaks when it is of utter necessity. Speaking out loud is something he fears, and as such he keeps his tongue motionless.
- Cleanliness. The man has OCD in his genes.
- Withholding. Morak hides everything away behind the veneer of a smile.
STRENGTHS.
- Loyal to the core. He would do anything for his friends and would never break a promise.
- Intelligent. Smart despite his shyness the lad can be trusted on to find a solution to any problem given time.
- Empathetic. Extremely adept at seeing and responding to others emotions Morak can be counted on to be kind and understanding.
PET PEEVES.
- Filth. Having a need to keep everything clean there is nothing that annoys the man so much as dirt.
- Noise. There is no reason for anything to yap or yip or the like. It is unnecessary, and though Morak will put up with it for good nature he will continue to hate it internally.
- Sand. To a man raised in the desert sand is a horrible reminder of thirst. He will do anything to avoid the substance and it's need to get between his toes.
- Grammar. He was raised to be a proper boy and poorly spoken English grates on his nerves; even if he wont say anything about it.
- Lies. White lies drive Morak crazy, and are the only thing he will likely reprimand. No matter how trivial the slip, the gelding simply can't handle them.
LIKES.
- Pack life. Morak is a social animal and he needs others to survive. Without another wolf or horse running his life the kid simply doesn't know what to do with himself.
- Women. Despite his slated orientation the male has a deep longing when it comes to the female body that has nothing to do with sex. He wanted to be a woman so deeply that at this point he is willing to do anything to live amongst them. And only them.
- Cleanliness. It makes him happy and keep's his need for orderly spotlessness at a restful level.
PERSONALITY. Morak has the appearance of an empathetic soul. Kind and gentle he walks among his fellows with softness and submission. It would seem to the one not looking that the wolf is nothing more then a child at heart. In part this idea is true. Morak is soft spoken and submissive. He would rather talk then fight and in most circumstances the man takes the coward's way out. Warm or not this cowardly shyness is more of a female trait, and a suppressed female trait at that. Yet here it lay in a rather large male who for all intensive purposes would make a good warrior if he had the gall. The gall is a thing he most definitely lacks.Morak is young and traumatized in truth. His kindness wells from a deep belief that he has to be the hero but an inability to raise enough courage to act that part. He has taken on a motherly persona in the mean time, hoping to give what he was never given.
Born with a rather feminine personality and a very real attraction to other men, Morak never truly did consider himself a boy. More often then not the lad would play pretend and ignore people when they referred to him as boy. It was in this early time that Morak learned that the world is cruel and minds unforgiving. Turned from optimist to realist the child hobbled about and made himself a new mind.God was cruel and placed him in the wrong body it would seem. Subjected him to hurts and anger. His pack was not open minded and the masked child found little help amongst their ranks. Alas his falsity was paid for and in his pain and fear he ran; always the coward. Always avoiding conflict. Masks are made to hide things, and Morak found a new use for his old mask. Masks are smiles and eyes that shield with kindness. Masks are layers of nicety's that hide the rot underneath. Masks have been put to good use by a stick of c4 wrapped up in his bombshell.
Masks are made of silence as well. Morak took a vow at a young age to remain in silence as often as possible. He finds words to be meaningless lies and as such trusts in them very little. As it were despite the pale man's depth of loyalty he does not expect the same from others. As he would die for a friend Morak expects this friend to run from the danger. The idea that a higher person, for in his mind all are higher then he, would do anything for him is astounding and met with great gratitude. Morak makes for an odd companion in this manor. Whilst he is reliable and kind hearted he expects cruelty and abandonment and when such things do not arise his loyalty grows thicker. As such he is never shocked by hatefulness. He is utterly forgiving in a Stockholm syndrome kind of way. Nothing can rile Morak's devotion. Absolutely nothing. If anything he will blame himself and try harder, as he always does. He is constantly blaming himself. For everything. If the wind blows the wrong direction Morak will find some way to pin it on his own head.
MOTHER. Loren, living.
FATHER. Velasquez, living.
SIBLINGS. Barron, Maya , living x2.
HISTORY. He was never the big one, or the strong one. He was never the clever one or the brave one. Barron was the largest, and the strongest. He was father's great warrior. Maya was the smartest, the cunning one. She would always be Mother's hunter. Morak however... He had always been the playful one. The kind one. Empathetic and jolly. His parents were horrified and under the impression that their third born would never be anything greater then an entertainer or worse a pup sitter. Both were things Morak was greatly interested by and excited about. He was a child and children do not see the difference between pained acceptance and loving welcome.
It was obvious from a very young age that the pups were all different from the other. Not a one of them got along, and they fought the most nasty wars. Barron and Maya loved their wars, though, and that was the crucial difference. Wile these fights and pranks only hurt and scared Morak the other two seemed to use it as a way to bridge their shared hatred for each other. They even teamed up on their poor cowardly little brother in an effort to keep the omega of their family in his place.
These puppy times were by far the most painful months of Morak's life.It seemed to the young wolf that he could not fit into any sort of box that his parent's placed for him to climb into. Where others were strong he was fast. Where the fast ones could bite he could think. Morak was a constant form of disappointment to a pair who expected perfection from their blood. It only got worse when he came of age. As a yearling the lad was pressed into the role of entertainer, which was a first for him. It was fun, and the skinny yearling was good at it. Barron and Maya liked to jest about their tiny brother's job, but they came and watched just like everyone else. They loved him when he was story telling, or dancing for them. They loved it.
Yet nothing good can last forever and Morak was always destined for failure. It was a thing he accepted graciously, upon learning he couldn't run from it. Morak had always been conditioned to look at girls for love. For companionship. He thought it wrong that he could get all tingly and shy around a boy. He thought it was wrong but Jason didn't think so. They were young and childish. Didn't understand the trouble they were inadvertently causing. When they were caught, as they always knew they would be, things went from bad to worse. Close minded in their ways the pack looked at the pair in horror, and in the fear of bastardization Jason spoke up against dear Morak.
Loyal to the bone and knowing this would save his precious friend Morak allowed it with no question. This was his fault. Jason had nothing to do with it. In the end Morak's punishment included his gelding. In pain and caught in throws of confusion thanks to it Morak was not prepared for the ensuing assaults. Both Father and Barron subjected the healing mutt to their fury. He had betrayed their family. He had dishonored their name. Curse him. Curse him to the pit. Once he could leave Morak did so. He had no interest in hurting his family, as he was surly doing by remaining. They needed him gone so they may remove his sins from their titles. As such he took up the surname Snow, the bastard's title, to replace his own. Morak would not defame his family. They didn't deserve such treatment.
Wandering for little over three months Morak eventually tumbled his way into Tramenier. It was his built up paranoia and a soul deep fear of strong males created by the attacks of his Father and Brother, the lad avoided all contact with packs for some time. It was in finding Vessay that the male found freedom. No matter what low rank he must take he felt safe in the marshes. Safe and free and able to adapt as he pleased. With female company and no other.
NAME. Metsaaukio. Or just Metsa
AGE. 19
EXPERIENCE. about 8 years
OTHER CHARACTERS. N/a
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Tramenier /: cause I suck and went inactive.
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