Post by Nyroc Bitterfrost on Jun 3, 2011 1:52:15 GMT -5
Name:
NyrocRoundearBitterfrost
Sex:
Male
Birth-Date:
August 2308
Age:
2 years (almost 3)
Species:
Half Moon
Pack:
Wasteland Nomads
Rank:
Omega
Duty:
Fisher
Appearance:
Nyroc’s build is very similar to his mother’s, who was a New Moon wolf. Short (23”), a little bit on the skinny side, (60 lbs), and just not very big (59” in length). His legs may lack height, but this gives him a nice, low center of gravity. From his father, whom he knows little of; Nyroc inherited a beautiful array of colors in his pelt, from pale gray to deep burgundy. These colors, of course, mixed with the bright colors of his mother’s coat, but have been slightly suppressed by the strong Full Moon genes. The lighter, paler colors are especially evident on his muzzle, paws, and the tip of his tail. The stronger dark reds and browns are mostly noticeable on his shoulders and haunches. Nyroc’s eyes are a moderate brown color, similar to the color of milk chocolate. His nose and lips are dark – just like his father’s.
His ears are rounded in a quirky but attractive fashion near the tips. He frightened his mother once with those ears; she saw them peak over the top of a shrub and thought he was a bear. Nyroc’s ears inspired his original Cub Name.
Skills:
Good Thinker: Very intelligent, Nyroc thinks things through before acting solely on his instincts. However, sometimes this can cause him to lose good opportunities, for he often over thinks plans and strategies. By the time he is done thinking, the opportunity is sometimes gone.
Patience: Nyroc is the kind of individual who enjoys just sitting around and waiting. This makes him good at what he does: fishing.
Personality:
A few words to live by…
Distracted
Nyroc is a talented young wolf, and capable of a higher rank than Omega, but often has trouble with orders. Another wolf might see this as defiance, but it’s because he genuinely has a hard time listening to anything he finds boring. He will, however, focus on what is enjoyable, which in his case is fishing. Most of the time, however, he is day-dreaming about life.
Socially Awkward
The “Distracted” trait plays into his problems with socializing. Talking to other wolves is difficult for Nyroc because he’d rather be alone to explore and fish. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t want friends, he just would rather have friends that don’t need to spend all their time with him. Or be completely alone, if needed be.
Good Sense of Humour
Nyroc likes to look at the lighter side of life, because when things get too heavy, he tends to get depressed and ends up isolating himself even more. He’ll often point out the odd and funny things in life and nature, whether there is someone around to hear him or not.
Capable of Listening
It’s easy to tell when Nyroc likes someone. He starts listening, and usually remembers everything that was said in a conversation. If Nyroc were ever to have a mate, she would need to be the one to do all the talking because he prefers to hear stories from other’s lives rather than think about his own.
Quick to Remember ‘Important Things’
Details that have some kind of significance to Nyroc will stick in his head for a really long time. These details may be as minute as the color of the sky on the day he joined the Wasteland Nomads, to as dynamic as his mother’s last words to him.Two words to describe Nyroc… Preferably Solitary.
History:
Konia Relic, a she-wolf from a long line of many nomadic New Moon wolves, roamed around basically the whole land of Estysion. Her father had instilled ideals in her head of freedom to go where she pleased. She was a loner, living off the land of packs most of the time until she was driven off of them. Konia was a strong individual that was capable of being alone, though deep inside she was desperately lonely. Her father had always told her to be proud of her heritage; countless New Moon wolves had survived a great journey to Estysion, and were the strongest of all the wolves in the land. However, it was a much larger Full Moon wolf that caught her eye. Nyroc knows very little about this mysterious male; he doesn’t know if he was a pack wolf or just some drifter that had befriended Konia one day. As far as he was concerned, his mother was always enough for him.
From the day he was born, Konia knew there was something special about her son. The only pup to the litter, Nyroc’s little brown ears were so pronounced and quite beautiful that Konia broke the traditional naming process and named him a few days after his birth, bestowing him with the title Roundear. As the pup grew, so did the bond between mother and son. Soon after Nyroc was weaned, Konia moved him to Devil’s Meander for its “clean” waters. Nyroc thrived there; he learned to swim and even to catch some small fish.
Awhile after Nyroc’s first year of life, Konia’s father gave the two a surprise visit. The older wolf was not very fond of Konia’s “impure creation”, and the two adult wolves often fought and argued over his mixed blood intensely. Konia felt bad about her father’s disapproval, but loved Nyroc regardless. After another month or so, they said goodbye to her father and headed northeast, to the Black River. Nyroc had begun to grow worried, for the river was a desolate place with barely any life. Konia explained that this was the place she had gone to choose her Lunar Name, and this eased his thoughts slightly.
It was October, Nyroc was now two years old and still unsure of what to name himself. The winter months were coming, and it was getting colder. Ice was starting to cling to the surface of the river. During this time, Nyroc had began to notice a distinct change in his mother. She talked in a lower voice, as if something was following them, and had started to keep to herself more frequently, and mostly at night. Nyroc didn’t like the idea of spying on his mother, but one night he followed her and watched her secretly at the bank of the Black River. The she-wolf was pacing back-and-forth, making odd, muffled howling sounds occasionally. Then, she turned briefly to the polluted river and looked at her reflection. “What have you become?,” she said, “Was father right? That I’m no better than garbage for what I’ve done?” She emitted low whining noises, and bent her head to the water and drank.
Shocked, Nyroc couldn’t decide if he should stop her from drinking the possibly toxic water, or run. He couldn’t tell if she truly regretted birthing her sun or not. Confused, he ran as far away as possible. The grief of his mother’s words weighed heavily on his heart, so he picked a name, and changed his Cub Name in mourning for his mother’s sudden and terrible insanity. He felt deeply that the moon wanted him to be alone, and he was for a very long time. Until he realized that he couldn’t take care of himself completely on his own. So he entered the Wastelands and asked the alpha of the region if he could be a member of the pack. He figured he would still have his solitude, but also not have to rely completely on himself for survival. He tries not to think about his mother, tries not to feel guilty for abandoning her at the Black River. However, it’s difficult for his sharp mind to blunt the pain of his memories of her.
Other:
I don’t think so.. I hope the fact that he “ran away” doesn’t make him an orphan.
RPer:
Nyroc ;p.
