Post by Shaman on Jun 21, 2011 8:04:29 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://i.imgur.com/9Cxxb.png'); width: 620px; height: 300px; border: #fff 1px dashed;] [/style][style=font-family: times; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 30px; color: #eef4f0;]& MARSTON `[/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 Fighter Gender Male Age Three Years MAYBE DEAR YOUR COLORS DON'T SHOW Fur Color Terra cotta, black and tan REFERENCE Eye Color Pale Gold Scars Medium-sized rip in left ear Appearance Marston is a burly, strong-looking wolf; as a Timber, not only is he one of the largest of wolf species, but also one of the most muscular. He has a handsome face; a dished muzzle and a broad, yet elegant head, coupled with expressive ears and piercing light pale gold eyes. Marston’s coat is an interesting mix of terra cotta red, deep browns and blacks, and interspersed tans along his flanks and elbows. A few scars, hardly noticeable to most, fleck his body - all from random encounters and three years of experience as a slightly aggressive creature. His most distinguishing blemish, though, is a slightly torn left ear - it doesn’t effect his hearing all that much, however. AND YET IT ISN'T A SIN TO KILL THOSE YOU LOVE Power Type Terramanipulation Power Branch Causing Earthquakes Personality There is much to be said about Marston who, by most accounts, is a quiet creature - he only speaks his mind when it seems pertinent to him, and at other times can be absolutely mute and brooding. This isn’t to say that he is a shy or reserved creature; rather, he just chooses not to fill his days with meaningless babble. Others criticize him for being indirect and skirting around the subject at hand, but he would prefer not to directly emphasize a point and instead make compatriots think. He is easily angered, and rather volatile; his ability to manipulate earthquakes is often triggered merely by his emotions. A slight enragement in his mind will cause a tremor beneath his feet, and those that know him are able to tell when his mind is in a dark place. Despite this volatility, he is a loyal companion and a gentle lover - it is a side few have seen, yet it exists. He is an intellect in the sense of his worldly knowledge, but is certainly no poetic speaker, and is not “well-read” in the canine sense of the phrase. He is a wolf who holds grudges, and it would be best to stay on his good side. Preferences Likes... Alone time Loyal companions Picking fights Dislikes... Water Dishonesty Those who thrive on the misfortune of others Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths... Excellent fighter Intelligence Loyal Weaknesses... Hot headed/easily angered Holds grudges Sometimes won’t take “no” for an answer HOW IS THERE A PAST IF NO ONE REMEMBERS NO MORE Family Born to a loner female, Mira. Sisters Elizah, Miriam and Mika. Regrets Not listening to his mother, trusting others too easily Secret Ambitions To have a family and a small pack of his own History As a pup, Marston never understood the nature of his mother’s loneliness; true, she had made mistakes in her past and had found herself surrounded with a pack of vicious males who had had their way with her, but she had decided the pups were best to live in this world and forget the atrocities of whichever wolf had been their father. She had been a good mother, caring for her one male and three female pups as if she had wanted them in her life, and despite her lack of experience or family ties. Marston grew up as the only male in a small she-wolf pack, learned the ways of survival as best he could, and went off on his own as soon he was able. He still wished, though, that he had listened to his mother; she had warned him of betrayal, of distrust, and of the lack of honesty in others - however, he had continued against her will and found himself in a similar pack to the one that had raped his own dam. They betrayed him, knowing that deep inside he did not have the true volition to be a killer, and left him for dead - Marston, though, had counted enough lucky stars to grant him a staying ticket in this life. So he travelled, as a loner, seeking to find himself amongst the packs of the world. To that end, he came to the Martyrs, and due to his past was chosen as a fighter - a warrior, destined to protect his brethren from the malicious forces of the world. For the first time, he had begun to understand real pack life, and the struggles that come along with it. 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 , Complete amazingness , Scale of 1-10 notes , Ayrazar is my home-slice, and I love him dearly. :3 Oh yeah, and go me for basing my character off one from a video game *nerd* [/style] |
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