Post by Deacon on Aug 15, 2008 20:38:19 GMT -5
.:Basics:.
Name: Ronno
Meaning: Good dancer
Pronunciation:... I dunno, Ron-no, I guess. ^^'
Origin: A pack to the south.
Age:
human age: 14
wolf age: 2 years
Height:
wolf height: 3'
human height: 4'11"
Weight:
wolf weight: 70 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: *deceased*
Father: *deceased*
Siblings: Terra *sister*
Mate: Nope
Pups: None yet
.:Appearance:.
His eyes are the color of blood, but despite that, he is a gentle, caring soul. His underside is a pale blue, and blue stripes run down his back. A strip of blue runs down the ridge of his muzzle, and the tip of his tail is light blue. Most interesting are the markings under his eyes, as well as the ones on his shoulders. He doesn't know what they mean, so don't bother asking.
.:Personality:.
Ronno is, by all accounts, a gentle wolf. Family and friends are what matters most to him. Make no mistake, he is willing to fight to the death, if only to defend the ones that he loves. He can have his moments, though, when he becomes a little hot-headed. He doesn't like to talk about his past, and he is quick to lose his temper if you press him about it. At times, he will withdraw from his friends to be alone. He is prone to having nightmares, and at times like these, only his sister can calm him. He is also deathly afraid of heights. He has tried to conquer this fear, but to no avail. He remains wary around all drops, cliffs, and ledges. He is also a bit of a goof at times, unlike his sister, who has always been considered to be the more serious of the two. He can act like a pup when he's really bored, but he knows when to act serious as well.
.:History:.
Ronno was born to the south. The far south, away from most of the packs around here. His sister and he were born to two loving wolves. Both mother and father doted on them, and Ronno wanted for little. Their pack was small, in comparison to some of surrounding packs, but the little group made do. There was bountiful game to be had, and plenty of fresh running water. What more could he ask for? The pack worked hard, and life was good. Tension among family was settled quite quickly, with little to no conflict at all. There was always one upstart; every pack has one. But their troubles were quickly dealt with. Truly, this was a paradise...
Trouble would come in the form of a pack from the west, a pack known as Karawan. It stood for everything their pack did not. Where as Ronno's pack was loving and kind, Karawan was ruthless and cruel. A pack full of bullies and thieves, murderers, rapists, and every day thugs. Worst yet, they had taken to raiding the surrounding areas. No pack was safe, and the alpha feared for his family and friends, as their lands were ripe for the taking. He doubled the guard, and took steps to protect all the pups of the pack. But they were so ill-equipped; they hadn't the warriors like the ones bred in Karawan. They were not ready to face the oncoming hordes. Yet they stayed in their lands, determined to protect that which was theirs. On one cold morning, right before dawn, the first enemy scout appeared. Behind him came the raiders. Karawan was here...
What started out as a fight quickly became a nightmare for many. Not having been that big to begin with, they found themselves vastly outnumbered. The battle became a bloodbath. Those that tried to make for a run it were either killed on the spot, or made slaves of Karawan. Split from his parents, young Ronno found himself lost in a sea of chaos and panic. He was able to avoid being captured by slipping out among st all the confusion. He wouldn't know that his parents were gone, and his sister was lost.
Alone and confused, Ronno would return once the battle was over. One could only imagine his grief after finding his parents. Or rather, what remained of his parents. His sister was nowhere to found, forcing him to believe that she had escaped. He looked high and low for his sister, but his search was in vain. Still he searched, determined to find her, until he was captured by the very pack that had decimated his home. He was given two choices: serve or be killed. Ronno chose to live..
He would serve as a scout for awhile, before breaking rank and all ties with his pack. He managed to escape by the skin of his teeth, and is now looking for his sister. He knows she's out there... somewhere...
.:Extras:.
He is afraid of heights. He's liable to have a panic attack, so he stays away from the cliffs.
.:Pics:.
Thanks Khaza ;D
Thankies Khaza ^^
Done by my sis on deviantart =3
Name: Ronno
Meaning: Good dancer
Pronunciation:... I dunno, Ron-no, I guess. ^^'
Origin: A pack to the south.
Age:
human age: 14
wolf age: 2 years
Height:
wolf height: 3'
human height: 4'11"
Weight:
wolf weight: 70 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: *deceased*
Father: *deceased*
Siblings: Terra *sister*
Mate: Nope
Pups: None yet
.:Appearance:.
His eyes are the color of blood, but despite that, he is a gentle, caring soul. His underside is a pale blue, and blue stripes run down his back. A strip of blue runs down the ridge of his muzzle, and the tip of his tail is light blue. Most interesting are the markings under his eyes, as well as the ones on his shoulders. He doesn't know what they mean, so don't bother asking.
.:Personality:.
Ronno is, by all accounts, a gentle wolf. Family and friends are what matters most to him. Make no mistake, he is willing to fight to the death, if only to defend the ones that he loves. He can have his moments, though, when he becomes a little hot-headed. He doesn't like to talk about his past, and he is quick to lose his temper if you press him about it. At times, he will withdraw from his friends to be alone. He is prone to having nightmares, and at times like these, only his sister can calm him. He is also deathly afraid of heights. He has tried to conquer this fear, but to no avail. He remains wary around all drops, cliffs, and ledges. He is also a bit of a goof at times, unlike his sister, who has always been considered to be the more serious of the two. He can act like a pup when he's really bored, but he knows when to act serious as well.
.:History:.
Ronno was born to the south. The far south, away from most of the packs around here. His sister and he were born to two loving wolves. Both mother and father doted on them, and Ronno wanted for little. Their pack was small, in comparison to some of surrounding packs, but the little group made do. There was bountiful game to be had, and plenty of fresh running water. What more could he ask for? The pack worked hard, and life was good. Tension among family was settled quite quickly, with little to no conflict at all. There was always one upstart; every pack has one. But their troubles were quickly dealt with. Truly, this was a paradise...
Trouble would come in the form of a pack from the west, a pack known as Karawan. It stood for everything their pack did not. Where as Ronno's pack was loving and kind, Karawan was ruthless and cruel. A pack full of bullies and thieves, murderers, rapists, and every day thugs. Worst yet, they had taken to raiding the surrounding areas. No pack was safe, and the alpha feared for his family and friends, as their lands were ripe for the taking. He doubled the guard, and took steps to protect all the pups of the pack. But they were so ill-equipped; they hadn't the warriors like the ones bred in Karawan. They were not ready to face the oncoming hordes. Yet they stayed in their lands, determined to protect that which was theirs. On one cold morning, right before dawn, the first enemy scout appeared. Behind him came the raiders. Karawan was here...
What started out as a fight quickly became a nightmare for many. Not having been that big to begin with, they found themselves vastly outnumbered. The battle became a bloodbath. Those that tried to make for a run it were either killed on the spot, or made slaves of Karawan. Split from his parents, young Ronno found himself lost in a sea of chaos and panic. He was able to avoid being captured by slipping out among st all the confusion. He wouldn't know that his parents were gone, and his sister was lost.
Alone and confused, Ronno would return once the battle was over. One could only imagine his grief after finding his parents. Or rather, what remained of his parents. His sister was nowhere to found, forcing him to believe that she had escaped. He looked high and low for his sister, but his search was in vain. Still he searched, determined to find her, until he was captured by the very pack that had decimated his home. He was given two choices: serve or be killed. Ronno chose to live..
He would serve as a scout for awhile, before breaking rank and all ties with his pack. He managed to escape by the skin of his teeth, and is now looking for his sister. He knows she's out there... somewhere...
.:Extras:.
He is afraid of heights. He's liable to have a panic attack, so he stays away from the cliffs.
.:Pics:.
Thanks Khaza ;D
Thankies Khaza ^^
Done by my sis on deviantart =3
Thnx go to meh friend Nip 
*plays Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star* >D
were not going to move the site and just work on updating this one. So feel free to create a character 
Just wondering since no one has replied In a bit.