Post by Timber on Sept 21, 2013 14:42:30 GMT -3
58 Moons>>>Timber<<<Male
Identity Crisis
Full Name: Timber
Nick Names: Burr
Age: 58 Moons
Sex: Male
Breed: Wolf
Alliance: Pack
Position: Bolverk
Sexuality: Straight
Full Name: Timber
Nick Names: Burr
Age: 58 Moons
Sex: Male
Breed: Wolf
Alliance: Pack
Position: Bolverk
Sexuality: Straight
Looking In The Mirror
Eye Color: Gold
Pelt: Black, grey and white
Body Type: tall, broad, sturdy
Identifying Features: Dark grey and black overcoat, light grey and white underbelly
Appearance: Like a good soldier and his name, he's tall and sturdy, with broad limbs and a broad chest, tight muscles covering his body. He's a darker shade of a grey wolf, which a thick black and dark grey over coat, his underbelly and undercoat a lighter grey with spots of white fur, until you hit his legs, which are completely white. In his prime he was unbeatable in a fight, gaining the position of Bolverk with ease when he was younger. With age he's slower and while still strong, not as strong as he once was.
Eye Color: Gold
Pelt: Black, grey and white
Body Type: tall, broad, sturdy
Identifying Features: Dark grey and black overcoat, light grey and white underbelly
Appearance: Like a good soldier and his name, he's tall and sturdy, with broad limbs and a broad chest, tight muscles covering his body. He's a darker shade of a grey wolf, which a thick black and dark grey over coat, his underbelly and undercoat a lighter grey with spots of white fur, until you hit his legs, which are completely white. In his prime he was unbeatable in a fight, gaining the position of Bolverk with ease when he was younger. With age he's slower and while still strong, not as strong as he once was.
Under the Microscope
Likes: Playing with his pups, teaching the squires, taking walks with Libby, sleeping in the sun, deer
Dislikes: The strays, the idea of one of his pups mating with a stray, the rising tension in the pack, birds (both because of the annoying noises they make and how they taste), being argued with by his squires
Strengths: Strong, good teacher, kind, playful, loyal to the pack.
Weaknesses: Loyalty to the pack is pulling him in different directions (should he follow Bobby's ruling or agree with the others in the pack who wish to be rid of the wolves?), biased, slow, afraid of losing his pups, ruminates (sometimes worrisome about things out of his control)
Personality: Timber isn't a bad wolf, but like someone trapped in the past, he doesn't like the strays and is prejusidce towards them. This doesn't mean, though, that he hates them either. He simply tolerates them and doesn't mind if they are good members of the pack. Timber himself gets along pretty well with the Rhea's guard, Luke, who is extremely loyal as well. Timber just doesn't believe that any of the wolves should breed or mate any of the strays and is all for segregation of the pack. Taking the strays out of the equations, though, Timber is a kind and loving wolf. He's a good father to his pups and always takes time at the end of the day, no matter how hard he trained with the squires, to play with his youngest three or to take a walk or spend time with his older pups. He's still head over paws in love with Libby and very protective of her and his family. He's unsettled by the rising tensions of the pack for fear of his family and because he is torn between staying loyal to Bobby, who has always been a great, kind and strong Alpha, and his friends and family in the pack who think that the strays are "mongrels" and wish to chase them away.
Likes: Playing with his pups, teaching the squires, taking walks with Libby, sleeping in the sun, deer
Dislikes: The strays, the idea of one of his pups mating with a stray, the rising tension in the pack, birds (both because of the annoying noises they make and how they taste), being argued with by his squires
Strengths: Strong, good teacher, kind, playful, loyal to the pack.
Weaknesses: Loyalty to the pack is pulling him in different directions (should he follow Bobby's ruling or agree with the others in the pack who wish to be rid of the wolves?), biased, slow, afraid of losing his pups, ruminates (sometimes worrisome about things out of his control)
Personality: Timber isn't a bad wolf, but like someone trapped in the past, he doesn't like the strays and is prejusidce towards them. This doesn't mean, though, that he hates them either. He simply tolerates them and doesn't mind if they are good members of the pack. Timber himself gets along pretty well with the Rhea's guard, Luke, who is extremely loyal as well. Timber just doesn't believe that any of the wolves should breed or mate any of the strays and is all for segregation of the pack. Taking the strays out of the equations, though, Timber is a kind and loving wolf. He's a good father to his pups and always takes time at the end of the day, no matter how hard he trained with the squires, to play with his youngest three or to take a walk or spend time with his older pups. He's still head over paws in love with Libby and very protective of her and his family. He's unsettled by the rising tensions of the pack for fear of his family and because he is torn between staying loyal to Bobby, who has always been a great, kind and strong Alpha, and his friends and family in the pack who think that the strays are "mongrels" and wish to chase them away.
Background Check:
History:
Family: Parents:
& Brother: Cedar Mate: Libby Pups: Oakheart, Simon, Hemma, Rootleaf & Cedar, Mika, Stasia.
There's Timber, who I will be making and applying for the position of Bolverk, and he's 58 moons. His mate is Libby, who should be somewhere between 50 and 55 moons, and they have six pups, altogether. Their first litter was a large one with five pups, however one was stillborn and the youngest, Rootleaf, died a moon later. Their surviving pups, Oakheart, Ashwood and Hemma, grew up strong and healthy and are currently 35 moons old. Their second litter consisted of two stillborns who would have been 18 moons old, and their third and final litter consists of three healthy pups, Cedar, Mika and Stasia, all 7 moons old. While once Libby and Timber were very much like an old racist couple and accepted the strays as friends and neighbors and tolerated them, but do not think the wolves should be breeding with them. They also looked down on them and treated them as though they are weaker and more like handicap pups than anything else. Since the great split, they have disregarded most of these notions and have adopted three additional infants to their young litter and ave grown very protective of them, consisting of, in addition to Cendra (a wolf pup), Bronze (a basset hound pup), Vitani (a kit), and Taler (a fawn).
History:
- Born into a litter of two, his brother, Cedar, died when they began squire training together. Cedar was trampled to death in a stampede of caribou. He has several extended family within the pack who are all unnamed. as well.
- During apprentice training he was chosen to be one of the Bolverk's squires, excited at the chance to prove himself. It was towards the end of his squirehood that he became better acquainted with Libby, another pack member. (this part may change depending on what Libby's history ends up being, especially if she joins as a young adult).
- Timber falls for Libby almost instantly and when the two have their first litter, they have five pups. Unfortunately one of the daughters is stillborn and their youngest son, Rootleaf, dies upon his first moon of life. Luckily the rest of their pups are healthy and strong and Timber and Libby are very protective of them. They try two seasons later to have a second litter, but both pups are still born.
- When the old Bolverk, Timber's teacher, wishes to retire, he suggests that Timber would make a good replacement. Timber fights his old mentor, easily winning the spot and his mentor happily moves to the Elders' den. Timber loves teaching the squires and finds the positions of Bolverk wonderful.
- The couple makes several more attempts to have more children, but fail. As the strays begin moving into the Pack Timber finds himself trying to ease tensions between the strays and Bobby and his supporters and the other wolves in the pack who disapprove of the decision.
- Tensions continue to rise but nothing happens, thank the Gods, and Libby and Timber are blessed with another litter of three healthy pups. Timber decides to name his new son after his brother and Libby, done with plant and tree names, name her daughters Mika and Stasia.
Family: Parents:
& Brother: There's Timber, who I will be making and applying for the position of Bolverk, and he's 58 moons. His mate is Libby, who should be somewhere between 50 and 55 moons, and they have six pups, altogether. Their first litter was a large one with five pups, however one was stillborn and the youngest, Rootleaf, died a moon later. Their surviving pups, Oakheart, Ashwood and Hemma, grew up strong and healthy and are currently 35 moons old. Their second litter consisted of two stillborns who would have been 18 moons old, and their third and final litter consists of three healthy pups, Cedar, Mika and Stasia, all 7 moons old. While once Libby and Timber were very much like an old racist couple and accepted the strays as friends and neighbors and tolerated them, but do not think the wolves should be breeding with them. They also looked down on them and treated them as though they are weaker and more like handicap pups than anything else. Since the great split, they have disregarded most of these notions and have adopted three additional infants to their young litter and ave grown very protective of them, consisting of, in addition to Cendra (a wolf pup), Bronze (a basset hound pup), Vitani (a kit), and Taler (a fawn).
Breaking the Fourth Wall
Roleplayer Name: Lupa
Other Characters: Gabe, Jenna, Merlin, Peg, Faith, Jersey, Bonsai, Laudie, Luke, Kay, Morgana, Servia, Dila
Store Items: Nein
Other: Nein
RP Sample:
The Soldier paced outside his den. His mate lay inside with their young litter, their eyes barely open. With a litter of more than three, there is always a strong probability of illness or higher chances of stillborns. That they'd only one and four healthy pups had seemed a blessing from the Gods, but within the last few days, their youngest, Rootleaf, had grown ill. He was coughing and struggling to breath. One of the other Dams had offered to keep Oakheart, Simon and Hemma, so they wouldn't catch the illness, but Libby refused to be parted from her pups. It was nearing the end of summer and Timber had been excited that his pups wouldn't have to face a harsh winter, where sickness was common among pups, but it seemed he hadn't been able to avoid it. He stopped his pacing as he heard more nasty and thick sounding coughs from his den and he looked back to the camp entrance.
The Wise Wolf Bobby had sent for still hadn't arrived and he stuck his tail between his legs, sticking his head back into the den, where it was dark and cool, shaded from the hot sun, set low in the ground. Libby looked exhausted. She hadn't slept for several nights and Timber whined with worry. He couldn't let his mate get sick, so he'd made sure she was eating and drinking plenty of water. His three other pups shifted beside their mother's belly, his daughter, Hemma, licking her little brother lovingly.
"How are you doing love?" He asked Libby, taking a step inside their den. Libby yawned in response and he pressed his muzzle to hers. "You need to get some sleep."
She shook her head. "I can't, Timber. He needs me." Her voice was pleading and it nearly broke the soldier's heart. He circled his family several times before settling down, curling around his mate and pups, resting his head on Libby's back. Oakheart looked up at him, his dark eyes knowing, as though he knew something bad was coming. Timber shivered and gave his oldest son a gentle lick. After that, of course, Simon and Hemma both wanted their father's attention and Timber found himself licking his four children to sleep. He himself found his eyes slipping closed too, but was almost instantly jerked awake by his mate, a rackus filling their den.
"TIMBER! Wake up!" Libby wailed, nudging Rootleaf. Timber jumped to his paws, cramped in the enclosed den and leaned over her to look at his youngest son. He nudged his mate's head away so he could look, but the little pup wasn't breathing. Alarmed, Timber began licking him furiously. His pups, alarmed, began to squirm and whine loudly, sensing their parents sorrow and fear.
"Timber, he's not breathing, do something!" breathed, tears streaming down her muzzle, her chest heaving with panicked breaths. Timber didn't know what to do. He didn't even know rudimentary healing! He grasped his youngest son in his jaws, darting out of the cramped den. He couldn't breath either. Rootleaf was limp in his grasp. A few of the wolves looked around wildly and a Bobby, sensing his panic came running over.
"Timber?" The alpha asked gently. The soldier laid his youngest on the ground nudged him roughly, worry piercing his voice, "He isn't breathing!" He looked around at the pack, the members in the camp looking at him with confused and sympathetic glances. Many knew the pup was already gone and left it to Bobby to calm the grieving soldier. One of the Elders joined them, putting a paw gently on Rootleaf's little body while Timber stared helplessly at his son. The elder said something, but Timber didn't hear them. Rootleaf still wasn't breathing. Timber didn't need to hear anything the Elder said, the blood pounding in his ears too loudly to ear anything but his own grief. The looks from the two older wolf were words enough. He settled on the ground near his son and after a moment felt a flank pressed against his own. He looked away from the little pup's body to see Libby, pressing herself sharply in against him. She took the little body in between her front paws licking him gently and they sat quietly, bodies tightly intertwined.
Roleplayer Name: Lupa
Other Characters: Gabe, Jenna, Merlin, Peg, Faith, Jersey, Bonsai, Laudie, Luke, Kay, Morgana, Servia, Dila
Store Items: Nein
Other: Nein
RP Sample:
The Soldier paced outside his den. His mate lay inside with their young litter, their eyes barely open. With a litter of more than three, there is always a strong probability of illness or higher chances of stillborns. That they'd only one and four healthy pups had seemed a blessing from the Gods, but within the last few days, their youngest, Rootleaf, had grown ill. He was coughing and struggling to breath. One of the other Dams had offered to keep Oakheart, Simon and Hemma, so they wouldn't catch the illness, but Libby refused to be parted from her pups. It was nearing the end of summer and Timber had been excited that his pups wouldn't have to face a harsh winter, where sickness was common among pups, but it seemed he hadn't been able to avoid it. He stopped his pacing as he heard more nasty and thick sounding coughs from his den and he looked back to the camp entrance.
The Wise Wolf Bobby had sent for still hadn't arrived and he stuck his tail between his legs, sticking his head back into the den, where it was dark and cool, shaded from the hot sun, set low in the ground. Libby looked exhausted. She hadn't slept for several nights and Timber whined with worry. He couldn't let his mate get sick, so he'd made sure she was eating and drinking plenty of water. His three other pups shifted beside their mother's belly, his daughter, Hemma, licking her little brother lovingly.
"How are you doing love?" He asked Libby, taking a step inside their den. Libby yawned in response and he pressed his muzzle to hers. "You need to get some sleep."
She shook her head. "I can't, Timber. He needs me." Her voice was pleading and it nearly broke the soldier's heart. He circled his family several times before settling down, curling around his mate and pups, resting his head on Libby's back. Oakheart looked up at him, his dark eyes knowing, as though he knew something bad was coming. Timber shivered and gave his oldest son a gentle lick. After that, of course, Simon and Hemma both wanted their father's attention and Timber found himself licking his four children to sleep. He himself found his eyes slipping closed too, but was almost instantly jerked awake by his mate, a rackus filling their den.
"TIMBER! Wake up!" Libby wailed, nudging Rootleaf. Timber jumped to his paws, cramped in the enclosed den and leaned over her to look at his youngest son. He nudged his mate's head away so he could look, but the little pup wasn't breathing. Alarmed, Timber began licking him furiously. His pups, alarmed, began to squirm and whine loudly, sensing their parents sorrow and fear.
"Timber, he's not breathing, do something!" breathed, tears streaming down her muzzle, her chest heaving with panicked breaths. Timber didn't know what to do. He didn't even know rudimentary healing! He grasped his youngest son in his jaws, darting out of the cramped den. He couldn't breath either. Rootleaf was limp in his grasp. A few of the wolves looked around wildly and a Bobby, sensing his panic came running over.
"Timber?" The alpha asked gently. The soldier laid his youngest on the ground nudged him roughly, worry piercing his voice, "He isn't breathing!" He looked around at the pack, the members in the camp looking at him with confused and sympathetic glances. Many knew the pup was already gone and left it to Bobby to calm the grieving soldier. One of the Elders joined them, putting a paw gently on Rootleaf's little body while Timber stared helplessly at his son. The elder said something, but Timber didn't hear them. Rootleaf still wasn't breathing. Timber didn't need to hear anything the Elder said, the blood pounding in his ears too loudly to ear anything but his own grief. The looks from the two older wolf were words enough. He settled on the ground near his son and after a moment felt a flank pressed against his own. He looked away from the little pup's body to see Libby, pressing herself sharply in against him. She took the little body in between her front paws licking him gently and they sat quietly, bodies tightly intertwined.
