Post by Deacon on Jul 30, 2008 17:23:50 GMT -5
.:Basics:.
Name: Deacon
Meaning: A servant or messenger
Pronunciation: Dee-ken
Origin: Far north
Age:
human age: 17
wolf age: 2 1/2 years
Height:
wolf height: 2'7"
human height: 5'7"
Weight:
wolf weight: 72 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: Ayla *deceased*
Father: Iceberg
Siblings: only pup
Mate: Doesn't have one.
Pups: None at the moment.
.:Appearance:.
Fur: White, with a gray patch of fur on his back. His underside is also stained gray, and his fore paws are gray with white toes, and his hind legs are white, with gray toes. His eyes are a sparkling blue.
.:Personality:.
Deacon is an arctic wolf who has been living the life of a nomad. Because of that, he's developed a rather cold exterior. He can be very cold to newcomers. But he has also grown tired of wandering. He can have a barbed tongue if he doesn't like you, but if you earn his respect, he'll warm up to you.
.:History:.
Deacon was born far to the north, where spring was but a myth. His father, Iceberg, had cut all ties with his pack, and he'd taken Ayla along for the ride. They set up camp along the tundra, with Ayla bearing the child of Iceberg within her. She was his everything, and in return, Iceberg gave her his all. Nothing was too good for her. Deacon was their only child, but they couldn't be happier. He would want for nothing; the love of his parents was more than enough for this pup. He was cherished, and all was right with his world. But, this little family wasn't meant to be. Thus came the day of the hunt... the day he'd lose everything.
A herd of deer, it seemed simple enough. They were a plump bunch, and Iceberg felt they would feast well this night. Both he and Ayla were out, with she awaiting his signal to attack. But Iceberg acted out of haste, and his mistake would serve to jeopardize everything. The herd worked itself into a frenzy, and Ayla was trampled to death, cut down by a hundred thundering hooves. It was a terrible loss, and one from which Iceberg would never recover. He fully accepted the blame, at first. But as the weeks progressed, a change began to occur. His grief was perhaps too great for one wolf to bear, and he shifted the blame to his son. He needed a scapegoat...
Deacon wouldn't know of his father's despair; nor would he known of Iceberg's growing paranoia. What he did see was a peculiar transformation in demeanor. No longer would Iceberg greet him with licks and rubs. Instead, he bared his fangs at the boy, and he lashed out at the most simple of mistakes. At times, Iceberg would completely shut down. He would ignore Deacon, leaving the pup to mope for hours on end. What had become of his family, and why was his father acting like this?
His questions were soon to be answered. There came a morning where Iceberg lost it completely. Deacon found his father aiming to punish and kill. Deacon took to his heels, with Iceberg right behind him. They ran... on and on, until Iceberg wore himself out. Deacon pushed on, listening to his father's screams of hate. Never again would he return to this place. He didn't look back; he just kept running. And thus would his journey begin. His journey to begin life anew...
.:Voice:.
It is rather high, though it does tend to get lower when he gets angry.
.:Extras:.
None
Name: Deacon
Meaning: A servant or messenger
Pronunciation: Dee-ken
Origin: Far north
Age:
human age: 17
wolf age: 2 1/2 years
Height:
wolf height: 2'7"
human height: 5'7"
Weight:
wolf weight: 72 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: Ayla *deceased*
Father: Iceberg
Siblings: only pup
Mate: Doesn't have one.
Pups: None at the moment.
.:Appearance:.
Fur: White, with a gray patch of fur on his back. His underside is also stained gray, and his fore paws are gray with white toes, and his hind legs are white, with gray toes. His eyes are a sparkling blue.
.:Personality:.
Deacon is an arctic wolf who has been living the life of a nomad. Because of that, he's developed a rather cold exterior. He can be very cold to newcomers. But he has also grown tired of wandering. He can have a barbed tongue if he doesn't like you, but if you earn his respect, he'll warm up to you.
.:History:.
Deacon was born far to the north, where spring was but a myth. His father, Iceberg, had cut all ties with his pack, and he'd taken Ayla along for the ride. They set up camp along the tundra, with Ayla bearing the child of Iceberg within her. She was his everything, and in return, Iceberg gave her his all. Nothing was too good for her. Deacon was their only child, but they couldn't be happier. He would want for nothing; the love of his parents was more than enough for this pup. He was cherished, and all was right with his world. But, this little family wasn't meant to be. Thus came the day of the hunt... the day he'd lose everything.
A herd of deer, it seemed simple enough. They were a plump bunch, and Iceberg felt they would feast well this night. Both he and Ayla were out, with she awaiting his signal to attack. But Iceberg acted out of haste, and his mistake would serve to jeopardize everything. The herd worked itself into a frenzy, and Ayla was trampled to death, cut down by a hundred thundering hooves. It was a terrible loss, and one from which Iceberg would never recover. He fully accepted the blame, at first. But as the weeks progressed, a change began to occur. His grief was perhaps too great for one wolf to bear, and he shifted the blame to his son. He needed a scapegoat...
Deacon wouldn't know of his father's despair; nor would he known of Iceberg's growing paranoia. What he did see was a peculiar transformation in demeanor. No longer would Iceberg greet him with licks and rubs. Instead, he bared his fangs at the boy, and he lashed out at the most simple of mistakes. At times, Iceberg would completely shut down. He would ignore Deacon, leaving the pup to mope for hours on end. What had become of his family, and why was his father acting like this?
His questions were soon to be answered. There came a morning where Iceberg lost it completely. Deacon found his father aiming to punish and kill. Deacon took to his heels, with Iceberg right behind him. They ran... on and on, until Iceberg wore himself out. Deacon pushed on, listening to his father's screams of hate. Never again would he return to this place. He didn't look back; he just kept running. And thus would his journey begin. His journey to begin life anew...
.:Voice:.
It is rather high, though it does tend to get lower when he gets angry.
.:Extras:.
None
.:Pics:.
Credit and thanks go to my friend, Mooncipher. ^^
Thanks Khaza ^^
Thankies Blizz
Credit and thanks go to my friend Nip <3
Credit and thanks go to my friend Gunnar
Deacon at New Year's lol
Credit and thanks go to CashewNut
Pic done by Khaza
Done by my friend NightWolf950 on DA.
media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20guy/stephens66_2007/anime/anime-guy-2.jpg?o=6
This is what I kind of see him as looking like, when he gets his human form. ^^
Credit and thanks go to my friend, Mooncipher. ^^
Thanks Khaza ^^
Thankies Blizz
Credit and thanks go to my friend Nip <3
Credit and thanks go to my friend Gunnar
Deacon at New Year's lol
Credit and thanks go to CashewNut
Pic done by Khaza
Done by my friend NightWolf950 on DA.
media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20guy/stephens66_2007/anime/anime-guy-2.jpg?o=6
This is what I kind of see him as looking like, when he gets his human form. ^^
Thnx go to meh friend Nip 
sad past for Deacon... Great bio though ^^
Just wondering since no one has replied In a bit.