Post by satchel on Sept 6, 2011 12:11:34 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2][style=background-image: url('http://i1201.photobucket.com/albums/bb358/xxBeanzxx/satchel-2.gif); width: 620px; height: 300px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]Satchel Rache' `[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align:justify; width: 620px; line-height: 8px; color: #d2c9c6;]WE AINT EVER GONNA WIN BUT IT DON'T MEAN WE CAN'T TRY IT'S A LOSING BATTLE ALL THE WAY BUT IT'S WORTH THE CRY - - - - [/style] | |
| [atrb=width,440][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42;] AINT NO ROSES TO SEND ME TO THE MORGUE Pack Martyr Rank Beta male Gender Male Age 4 MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color Ash grey with darker points Eye Color Pink Scars Every where Appearance Satchel’s pelt is a soft ashy grey mixed with with Darker points creating an almost grizzled feel; it never seems to be just one pure color. He is always rather rough and ragged, scare crow like in the way his pelt bends and frays like straw. The texture of his humble rags would best be described as a course almost sand paper like feel on the outer most layers. The under layer is soft as silk and short, only about an inch long. He is devoid of any markings, a blank slate ready for suggestion. He is a sturdy and solid animal, limbs built long and slender. He is of sleek muscular tone and has a body built upon youth. He has purest Smokey pink Like the eyes of a an autumn scarecrow, come to life. He has a few scars from younger boyhood fights, but otherwise is in ok shape. He has a strong and smooth frame, not too Skinny but not too Fat. Legs are long and end in broad paws, perfect for rough terrain. His pads are cracked and worn at the edges, claws blunt from constant use. He has a graceful step to his gait, almost like dancing on thin air. Every move he makes is well placed, and even in his youthful clumsiness it still looks good. Set upon his head are two Magenta stained hues, sharp and vibrant. They watch everything taking in a unique perspective. Furry eyebrows give depth to his facial features, well endowed for such an emotional beast. His head is carved and semi-blocky, giving him an almost boyish charm when he pulls back his ink colored lips. Both ears stand erect most of the time, but on occasion the left tip is prone to flop over. Because of his wide variety of genes he is slightly tramp like over all view, not as tall as some males but slightly more sturdy. After all everyone knows Mutts are healthier then purebreds. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Prophecy Power Branch dreams Personality Satchel is an oddity in the wolves’ world, a being torn from all different angels. He has all the intent in the world to do good, be just, honor bound. A fickle heart leads him to stray many times near disaster, and many times his only way out his high intelligence. He is obsessed with finding the absolute truth in everything, even if the results are less then good. He is off cynical thinking, always ready to bite before barking. He does not believe that things will change anytime soon, yet despite these rather dreary thoughts he is also known to be quite fond of pups. Like Ferdinand the bull, he would rather be sniffing tulips then serve as a dog of war. Caught up in the times he is forced to act accordingly, but the backbone of his existence is the thoughts of a little red flower. Like any young male he is stuck on himself, haughty and proud in the ways of the world. He is highly intelligent, and his fast paced brain has a hard time keeping track of things. However he is dedicated and willing to learn, those sharp orange eyes lit with some secret life force. Despite his lack of years he carries himself well, always careful to justify the means. He is not exactly religious by nature, but he does not have a good taste for communism and the like. He is neither a saint nor a prophet, but all dogs go to heaven right? Born to rather sinister circumstances, he has developed a rather thick hide. He will boldly stand up for what he thinks is right, the more forceful you are the more fun he has. He can get rather sarcastic at times and most often has a cynical viewpoint, a conspiraist in the flesh. He is not fond of bullies either, and the underdog gets an automatic ally. Yet in the end all he wants to do is smell the flowers. He is destined for things better then the battle felid, a spark flickering in the dawn's mist. Preferences Coldness, Herbs, Fresh kill Strengths/Weaknesses Head strong/Tactful. Analytical/ Lacks Common Sense at times. Intrepid/Vulgar. HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family None to be remembered Regrets Let him sing you a song. Secret Ambitions Wants to rule the world. 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 spent some time in distant lands, The magic of this world a consent calling. He is yet to be a father but Children he has helped raised, and in his view Things could get better. He grew up in a small Family, Two brothers and a sister. Birthed unexpectedly in an old otters den. Growing up fast, Food was hard for an out cast mother to produce. So with the coming of ages he left. setting out to leave his mark upon this thing called life. LISTEN HIGH LISTEN LOW IF YOU'RE A GENIE LET IT SHOW BUT WISHES AINT WITH US NO MORE JUST ANOTHER URBAN LEGEND WE'LL NEVER EVER KNOW [/style] | [atrb=width,140][style=margin-top: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 140px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42; text-align:center;] status , Done amazingness , Scale of 1-10 9 1/2 notes , >;D [/style] |
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