Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2012 11:21:23 GMT -5
Satchel Elliot Rache'
NAME. Charrie name here.
NICKNAME(S). The white devil
AGE. 4
SPECIES. Canis Lupus
BREED. Mutt
GENDER. Male
HEIGHT. In h/h or inches ONLY.
WEIGHT. 168 lbs
COAT. Ivory
EYE COLOUR. Molten Orange
NOTABLE MARKINGS. None
PHYSICAL.
Satchel is a sturdy beast, built upon blood and dust. His large frame is muscular and prone, giving him an almost chiseled effect. He could easily pass for one of the finer specimens of his breed, a pale off white hide flecked with darker points. He is a flexible and sure footed beast, large splayed paws making it easier to move over different terrain. His limbs are long and graceful, each step well placed. Without any sound he moves, observing his world with little indifference.
The most striking thing about him would be his eyes. They are an intense and brilliant shade of orange, like remnants of a dying sun. Like Molten lava they flow with a strange intensity, brimming with some rare intelligence that few can understand. They are little windows into his soul, unabashed by what they see. Rimming these wonderus hues is a faint out line of black, almost like tear stains. He is a fine beast, semi transparent in the way he carries himself. His bulk is mostly made of muscle, and shaggy alabaster fur. He is a curious creature, always ready to take on the world.
FEARS. List at least three.
VICES.
. Not being Brave enough
. His past
. going to sleep at night
STRENGTHS.
. Good morals
. Highly intelligent
. Bold and Curious
PET PEEVES.
. Haters
. Fast moving water
. Snotty males
. Religion
. Storms
LIKES.
. Sunshine
. Mud
. Pretty faces
. Marjuana
. True friendship
PERSONALITY.
He is of fickle intentions, never able to just sit still. He needs to see, feel, touch, learn everything. Like a constant burning hunger he must know the absolute truth of the world, despite the conscienceless rebuff he often receives. He is a bold little shit, back during the war he fought on the front lines just to see how it felt. He has a personal philosophy to never compromise, even if it brings about his own demise.
He is a complicated man, a subtle underlining of aggression in every move he makes. He will happily get in your face, and shake your hand at the same time. He has a short fuse for a temper, constantly trying to redirect all his pent up energy. He is very observant, with his sharp intellect it is difficult to get things past him. He seldom relaxes, but almost always smiles. Life is short, and he just wants to live.
He has a softer side to him, he can't stand to see injustice prevail. He always takes the under dogs side, and when you catch him on a good day he makes a good shoulder to cry on. He hates himself for the sins he has committed, and constantly strives to be a better man. given the choice of heaven or hell, he would rather spread his wings and fly.
MOTHER. Dawn-runner Eluse -deceased.
FATHER. Skinner Rache'-deceased.
SIBLINGS.
Vengeance Rache'- Unknown
Newt Rache'- unknown
Fable Rache'- unknown
HISTORY.
From day one it felt like there was one little white boy against the world. With eyes turned shades of grey, a cynical view was molded at such a tragic young age. Growing up with four mouths to feed and only one provider, an unexpected birth in a river side den. Outliving a Young sister, and surviving his brothers, off into this big world. A long and twisted path with many long faces, making him into a self proclaimed saint in his struggles to fix the mess around him. Done with the old Life he has come to rest here, and see what new things are to be learned.
He was birthed in late night silence, the only pup of a ragged pack's omega. She was careful to hide this secret from the alpha pair, an abandoned otters den serving as the white devils manger. He was misunderstood from the very start, a small and runty child that had a mother ashamed to show her results from a random flirt fest with a roaming young rouge. He was far more intelligent then the alpha's own pups, and at the tender age of 11 months he was cast out to besiege the world. The dominate pup of his "Step siblings" ended the frightful life of his dear mother, and thus he was forced to make a move.
His life has only gotten more complicated from there, finding his birth father on a small cluster of watery isles set his life into tumultuous motion. He grew up faster then he wanted to, living through a war and a mate with children, settling for a time on a small blissful cove. Perhaps the happiest time of his life. But soon the shore crumbled underneath him, and he was once again forced to wander the streets again.
He is scarred on the inside, as bad as burn tissue. His beating heart is some strange savage organ, a small vital piece went missing some time ago. He is wiser now, after a stunt pulled by his once beloved reaper left him more of a mess then ever. So he picked up what he could and stumbled here, paws gracing burnt soil in the hopes of something new. In hopes of of something good. He has lived in almost every environment and has seen so many many things. Still he never rest, a pale spectra cursed to remain earthbound unto eternity. What new life might he scrape up here? Only time could ever really tell.
NAME.
Satchel
AGE. 21
EXPERIENCE. 8 years
OTHER CHARACTERS. None needed
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Trixx is muh buddy ;]
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. e-mail
