Tahki
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The Candy Van Man
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Post by Tahki on May 11, 2010 20:11:44 GMT -5
Species: Italian Wolf Gender: Male *Sexuality: Heterosexual Name: Fletcher Age: 3 years Birth Month: March Birth Place: Farther west of the Aurorea Lake Pack and Rank: None Current Thread(s): None
Height: 23 inches at the shoulder Weight: 67 lbs Build: beanpole physique with long legs for running. Eye Color: Green Hair/Fur/Feather Color(s): His primary fur is a sandy color. The rest of his markings like that of his ruff, stomach, leggings, tail, and back are of a darker, charcoal like color. His inner ear fur is thin so it resembles the color of his nose and pawpads. And lastly, a pale cream color makes up for the marking on his toes and the tips of his ears. Fur Texture/Length: A standard medium length with a denser, thick double coat for colder weather where he grew up. Accessories: None *Over-all Description: He's a shorty by family opinion and most of the other taller breeds. Fletcher has the physique of a beanpole and looks like he hasn't had a scrap of food in awhile. In real life, he's a chow hound and will eat just about anything that moves. It's family genetics you could say. He has long legs for his build, letting him move swiftly when needed. Since he doesn't have the hardcore muscle of a sparer, he relies on his useful toothpick legs to get him out of harm's way.
Over-All Personality: Fletcher is your basic idiot. He'll try to act smart and sound like he knows what he's talking about but it usually ends up with him looking like an ass the others just shaking their heads. He's mister social butterfly though he tends to become annoying and a pest. The more you try to shoo him away, the harder he'll try to jump into the conversation. He has a short temper and acts a little to rash for his own good. Fletch has often gotten hurt from rushing into situations where he should have stopped and thought. He doesn't mind fighting and at times, will be more then happy to tackle someone.
Strangely enough, he is a nice person. He loves to joke and if sarcasm was a sport, he would be in the record books. He doesn't do well in emotional situations and will often be found scampering off if one pops up. However Fletcher is also extremely stubborn. He won't easily accept being wrong or changing things. Once his mind is set on something, it's usually impossible to steer him away. He's also possessive and acts childish at times. His sisters usually say he's a pup stuck in an adult's body.
Fletcher has two quirks, if you don't count being a chatterbox as one. He has no skills what so ever when it comes to girls. He can carry on a conversation with them like normal but doing anything to woe them is beyond his little brain. Considering the mob of sisters he had, you'd think this would be a talent. If a female wants to flirt with him, he'll most likely curl up into a little ball or find a nice excuse to go do something else. His second quirk is being alone. When you come from a big, close knit family, it's hard spending a day on your own. He gets antsy if he's away from any social contact and finds absolute silence unbearable. You'll know he's get anxiety attacks if he starts talking to himself to relief the silence. So it's likely if you make a buddy with him, he'll be glued to you 24/7.
Personality Quirks: *Fears: Thunderstorms and long periods alone *Ambitions/Goals: To explore the world outside his family and do some much needed sight seeing. *Likes: His big family, trees (don't ask), chit chat, and racing. *Dislikes: Despises the heat, his annoying sisters and one brother, and people who don't listen to him.
Mother: Airi Father: Hinrik Brother(s): Noll and Iiro (both older) Sister(s):Cecilia, Kirsikka, Vivi, Hanna, and Heidi (all younger) *Other Family Members: way to many to name
Friends: --- *Acquaintances: --- Enemies: --- Attraction(s): --- Mate/Preferred Partner: ---
History: Fletcher is the middle child of his family, born as the only pup of his parent's second litter. His whole world consisted of his parents, his two older brothers, and their entire extended family. He was born into a strictly family style pack and for the major portion of his life, never met any outsiders. His father was the beta of the pack, his grandfather and grandmother being the reigning alphas. His mother on the other hand, acted as the main den mother and taught all of the young pups. Fletcher grew up under the watchful eye of his oldest brother Noll and put up with his overly enthusiastic brother, Iiro. Noll was his hero during his childhood, though his brother was awkward and rather off due to an event that happened before Fletcher was born. He followed him around more than their own father and of course, Noll kept Iiro from teasing him too much.
His family expanded when his parent's had two more litters that gave him five younger sisters. Fletcher became their version of a living chew toy. They fawned over their big brother, seeing Noll and Iiro as "too old" to be of any real entertainment. Because of this, Fletcher spent the two good years of his life hiding from them or having to babysit. Despite the ear chewing and obvious being out numbered, Fletcher became very protective of his sisters. He developed his annoying habit of talking too much because of them. When you have seven siblings to chat with, you really don't notice how much you talk.
At the age of two, he qualified to began the quest to obtain a rank in his pack. He tagged along with Iiro who had received his scout rank not along ago. He accompanied him on a border patrol and ran into a group of traveling wolves. Having never seen an outsider before, Fletcher didn't know whether to be afraid or excited. He wanted to practically pounce them to ask about the world outside his pack's territory. Fletcher was also weary what they could do to his family if they got past the pack's guard. Luckily, they were just passing through but if sparked the idea of seeing the world. He purposely went for scout so he had a chance to meet more outsiders. He loved nothing more than to exchange stories and dream about the places just out of paws reach.
Finally when he hit three, he could no longer stand paroling the same patch of turf he had known since birth. He longed to strike out on his own and he finally gathered up the courage to approach his family and pack. They of course wished him well and would always welcome him home. His sisters weren't happy about their chew toy leaving and Iiro complained now he only had Noll's freaky company. Fletcher promised to return home now and then to appease them. Now he's out on his own for the first time.
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Post by Candle on May 12, 2010 0:16:38 GMT -5
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