Post by Merlin on Aug 6, 2013 19:42:25 GMT -3
110 Moons>>>Merlin<<<Male
Identity Crisis
Full Name: Sir Merlin Poof
Nick Names: Sir, Merlin, Sir Poof, Poof, Poofy, Fluff, Fluffy, Cloud
Age: 110 moon
Sex: Male
Breed: Pomeranian
Alliance: Wise Wolf
Position: Wise Elder
Sexuality: Straight
Full Name: Sir Merlin Poof
Nick Names: Sir, Merlin, Sir Poof, Poof, Poofy, Fluff, Fluffy, Cloud
Age: 110 moon
Sex: Male
Breed: Pomeranian
Alliance: Wise Wolf
Position: Wise Elder
Sexuality: Straight
Looking In The Mirror
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Pelt: White
Body Type: Short, looks rounder due to coat, but when he's wet it's obvious he's very lean.
Identifying Features: Besides being the smallest of the Wise Wolves, he has a pronounce limp in hi front right paw from an attack from a rogue when living with a group of strays.
Appearance: Merlin is very small and cloud like. His size is his greatest weakness and his greatest strength is how much an opponent will underestimate his brain. He rarely leaves the Genie Mountains, but when he does he does so with skilled fighters. Besides his pright white coat and size, he's quite ordinary. His eyes are so dark they often blend with his pupils to appear black and he has no noticable injuries until he starts walking. He knows hell have his limp for the rest of his life and usually tries not to dwell on how it aches sometimes, especially in the winter.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Pelt: White
Body Type: Short, looks rounder due to coat, but when he's wet it's obvious he's very lean.
Identifying Features: Besides being the smallest of the Wise Wolves, he has a pronounce limp in hi front right paw from an attack from a rogue when living with a group of strays.
Appearance: Merlin is very small and cloud like. His size is his greatest weakness and his greatest strength is how much an opponent will underestimate his brain. He rarely leaves the Genie Mountains, but when he does he does so with skilled fighters. Besides his pright white coat and size, he's quite ordinary. His eyes are so dark they often blend with his pupils to appear black and he has no noticable injuries until he starts walking. He knows hell have his limp for the rest of his life and usually tries not to dwell on how it aches sometimes, especially in the winter.
Under the Microscope
Likes: Meditating, watching the Wise Pups train (from a safe distance, of course), healing, story-telling, playing in the snow and gardening
Dislikes: Being doubted, being challenged, being picked up by the scruff of his neck, having his tail pulled, the ache in his front limb that comes with the cold of winter
Strengths: Charismatic, smart, logical, photographic memory, generally underestimated by others, very wise
Weaknesses: Loses his temper, especially if someone ignores his input in respect to healing (since he is the best), a bit narcissistic and arrogant (problem is, he is one of the best healers, so it's with good reason), Doesn't always explain what he's doing, acts rather childish as times or extremely serious, a bit bipolar sometimes.
Personality: Merlin was raised as an indulged purebred pup, trained to do shows. and when he left his human behind and took up the life of a wise wolf, becoming one of the best healers on the mountain was his priority. His dream beame a reality people never stopped doubting his ability to heal because of his breed and size and grew very arrogant and hot headed when other canines tried to correct him. Besides that he's a pretty calm and quiet dog who keeps to himself, he loves to garden by himself.
Likes: Meditating, watching the Wise Pups train (from a safe distance, of course), healing, story-telling, playing in the snow and gardening
Dislikes: Being doubted, being challenged, being picked up by the scruff of his neck, having his tail pulled, the ache in his front limb that comes with the cold of winter
Strengths: Charismatic, smart, logical, photographic memory, generally underestimated by others, very wise
Weaknesses: Loses his temper, especially if someone ignores his input in respect to healing (since he is the best), a bit narcissistic and arrogant (problem is, he is one of the best healers, so it's with good reason), Doesn't always explain what he's doing, acts rather childish as times or extremely serious, a bit bipolar sometimes.
Personality: Merlin was raised as an indulged purebred pup, trained to do shows. and when he left his human behind and took up the life of a wise wolf, becoming one of the best healers on the mountain was his priority. His dream beame a reality people never stopped doubting his ability to heal because of his breed and size and grew very arrogant and hot headed when other canines tried to correct him. Besides that he's a pretty calm and quiet dog who keeps to himself, he loves to garden by himself.
Background Check:
History: Sir Poof was born to two show dogs whom he never learned the names of and were bought by a young couple to perform in shows. He spent the first few moons being taught how to act, how to walk, how and when to bark (but not bark, because that was rude, he gave this stupid sounding yip) and a how bunch of other things. The human man was a healer of some kind and his mate loved to garden. Sir Poof quickly learned he was much smarter than may of the dogs at the shows and the dogs that lived in the neighborhood. He spent much of his spare time looking at the man's books, trying to learn to read, picking it up very slowly. He learned to garden from the human woman, who allowed him to sit beside her in the grass and mess with the herbs. He wasn't allowed to get his paws dirty, but the idea that these plants could heal intrigued him. At 15 moons old Sir Poof had a full grasp of the English Language and could understand the human language perfectly. Sometimes he practiced trying to talk like a human but quickly became bored with it when he realized this would make him even more of the humans' toy.
At 19 moons old Sir Poof grew very bored with his "horrible existence" and ran away, abandoning his horrible name of "Sir Poof" and taking up the name Merlin from the Arthurian legends he'd read about in his humans' books. The name followed him though when one of the strays who knew him recognized him. It was a small village after all and Merlin headed south. He was surprised to find more strays who had begun trying to live in the woods to the north of the mountains. They welcomes him in for the most part, but once more there were one or two here who knew him by the ridiculous name Sir Poof. When the strays realized the pom had a good grasp of healing they let him hang around and paid him for his services by feeding him and keeping him safe. Merlin learned in the first moon of living there that the strays were working on making contact with the wolf pack in the south to possibly join their pack. Merlin was very against this idea, know that the wolves would likely want something to do with him or the smaller dogs who were bad at hunting and fighting, even if he was a good healer. They'd probably already have a healer, he reasoned. As some of the dogs began moving south, the stray pack became smaller and more vulnerable and soon a rogue family of wolves attacked the dogs. Merlin hid in one of the dens at the orders of the others, to keep out from under their feet. As the stray pack began to lose, many dying or being chased from their new home, Merlin was discovered and dragged from the den and attacked. He managed to flee on pure adrenaline alone, but one of the wolves had swiped his front right leg hard enough to take a good chunk of the muscle off and it was surely broken. Afraid that infection would set in and that the rogues would find him, Merlin made his way slowly south.
He was lucky, though, because the wise wolves had been making their seasonal trip to visit the wolf pack to the west and found him near death and helped him, catching him prey and nursing him back to life. When Merlin was right he was bitter that he had a great pain in his now crippled leg and learned more about these "Wise Wolves." He was interested to learn they were healers and readily agreed when they offered him to take the position of a Wise Pup. Merlin slowly rose through the ranks, glad to finally leave that damn pet name Sir Poof behind. Upon becoming a Wise Wolf he met a she-wolf name Nivian who he fell in love with. It was one of his first signs from the Gods and was determined to make her his. She was a lovely she-wolf and very nice and calmed the arrogant pomeranian down quite a bit. They became mates, much to the annoyance of some of the other wise wolves. Merline had finally come to a position he was confident in, though he was determined to make it to Wise Elder. He had the respect of the wise wolves. Only problem was when a stray came to the mountain, seeking shelter from a bad winter that the name Sir Poof reared its ugly head. The name quickly caught on among the wolves, though the pups learned that Merlin wouldn't hesitate to claw them if they called him it.
Niv and Merlin have had two litters and Merlin, while not the best father, loved his cubs and taught them how to garden and the common language, as well as the basics of reading, which Niv thought was quite brilliant of them. The first litter is about 30 moons now and their second litter is only 10 moons. Nivian is younger than Merlin at about 70 moons.
While Merlin loved healing and working with herbs, he'd never had much faith in the "Gods" that the Wise Wolves talked about, but one night in a dream is was approached by Vor, the Goddess who knows all, who asked him if he became a Wise Elder if he'd serve all of the animal kingdom well. Stunned by the Gods presence, he agreed to try and be more humble and protect and heal any animal who would need it, and has kept his promise, though his traces of arrogance sometimes slips through when he becomes agitated. He has been a Wise Elder for two seasons, about seven moons.
Family:
Niv and Merlin have had two litters spaced farther apart. Their second litter came much later in life and was a surprise for both of them.&nbsp;In the first litter we have three boys and a girl. Pendragon, Morgan, Arthur and Mordred, named after the legends that their parents hold the names from. They are all about 30 moons old and may have their own mates and pups already. Mordred has already been adopted by Nahara and she's planning on making a mate and pups for him. The second litter was a little larger, but not beyond a normal size of a wolf litter. Kay is the oldest, followed by Lancelot and then their three sisters, Guinevere, Elaine and Laudine. (Edit: Merlin and Niv have unexpectedly also had a third litter, also of five, which consist of Caelia, Lucius, Percy, Lunette and Rivian, which will be added in below). Merlin, who knows how to speak the Common Tongue as well as read the human scripture, has taught this to all his pups as well, though they are not very good at reading as their father since their learning came from him scratching the letters into the dirt. They all know how to spell their names and each others names and basic words (think first or second grade reading level), as well as how to pronounce and spell out larger words, as their father sometimes will ask them to spell random words to help them expand their knowledge. I would like to do a plot where an abandoned human campsite is found (or maybe they left a bag behind while camping) that has a few books laying around so Merlin may get his paws on them and actually properly show his children how to read. Below or some examples of what Nivian (and Elaine) can look like:
History: Sir Poof was born to two show dogs whom he never learned the names of and were bought by a young couple to perform in shows. He spent the first few moons being taught how to act, how to walk, how and when to bark (but not bark, because that was rude, he gave this stupid sounding yip) and a how bunch of other things. The human man was a healer of some kind and his mate loved to garden. Sir Poof quickly learned he was much smarter than may of the dogs at the shows and the dogs that lived in the neighborhood. He spent much of his spare time looking at the man's books, trying to learn to read, picking it up very slowly. He learned to garden from the human woman, who allowed him to sit beside her in the grass and mess with the herbs. He wasn't allowed to get his paws dirty, but the idea that these plants could heal intrigued him. At 15 moons old Sir Poof had a full grasp of the English Language and could understand the human language perfectly. Sometimes he practiced trying to talk like a human but quickly became bored with it when he realized this would make him even more of the humans' toy.
At 19 moons old Sir Poof grew very bored with his "horrible existence" and ran away, abandoning his horrible name of "Sir Poof" and taking up the name Merlin from the Arthurian legends he'd read about in his humans' books. The name followed him though when one of the strays who knew him recognized him. It was a small village after all and Merlin headed south. He was surprised to find more strays who had begun trying to live in the woods to the north of the mountains. They welcomes him in for the most part, but once more there were one or two here who knew him by the ridiculous name Sir Poof. When the strays realized the pom had a good grasp of healing they let him hang around and paid him for his services by feeding him and keeping him safe. Merlin learned in the first moon of living there that the strays were working on making contact with the wolf pack in the south to possibly join their pack. Merlin was very against this idea, know that the wolves would likely want something to do with him or the smaller dogs who were bad at hunting and fighting, even if he was a good healer. They'd probably already have a healer, he reasoned. As some of the dogs began moving south, the stray pack became smaller and more vulnerable and soon a rogue family of wolves attacked the dogs. Merlin hid in one of the dens at the orders of the others, to keep out from under their feet. As the stray pack began to lose, many dying or being chased from their new home, Merlin was discovered and dragged from the den and attacked. He managed to flee on pure adrenaline alone, but one of the wolves had swiped his front right leg hard enough to take a good chunk of the muscle off and it was surely broken. Afraid that infection would set in and that the rogues would find him, Merlin made his way slowly south.
He was lucky, though, because the wise wolves had been making their seasonal trip to visit the wolf pack to the west and found him near death and helped him, catching him prey and nursing him back to life. When Merlin was right he was bitter that he had a great pain in his now crippled leg and learned more about these "Wise Wolves." He was interested to learn they were healers and readily agreed when they offered him to take the position of a Wise Pup. Merlin slowly rose through the ranks, glad to finally leave that damn pet name Sir Poof behind. Upon becoming a Wise Wolf he met a she-wolf name Nivian who he fell in love with. It was one of his first signs from the Gods and was determined to make her his. She was a lovely she-wolf and very nice and calmed the arrogant pomeranian down quite a bit. They became mates, much to the annoyance of some of the other wise wolves. Merline had finally come to a position he was confident in, though he was determined to make it to Wise Elder. He had the respect of the wise wolves. Only problem was when a stray came to the mountain, seeking shelter from a bad winter that the name Sir Poof reared its ugly head. The name quickly caught on among the wolves, though the pups learned that Merlin wouldn't hesitate to claw them if they called him it.
Niv and Merlin have had two litters and Merlin, while not the best father, loved his cubs and taught them how to garden and the common language, as well as the basics of reading, which Niv thought was quite brilliant of them. The first litter is about 30 moons now and their second litter is only 10 moons. Nivian is younger than Merlin at about 70 moons.
While Merlin loved healing and working with herbs, he'd never had much faith in the "Gods" that the Wise Wolves talked about, but one night in a dream is was approached by Vor, the Goddess who knows all, who asked him if he became a Wise Elder if he'd serve all of the animal kingdom well. Stunned by the Gods presence, he agreed to try and be more humble and protect and heal any animal who would need it, and has kept his promise, though his traces of arrogance sometimes slips through when he becomes agitated. He has been a Wise Elder for two seasons, about seven moons.
Family:
Niv and Merlin have had two litters spaced farther apart. Their second litter came much later in life and was a surprise for both of them.&nbsp;In the first litter we have three boys and a girl. Pendragon, Morgan, Arthur and Mordred, named after the legends that their parents hold the names from. They are all about 30 moons old and may have their own mates and pups already. Mordred has already been adopted by Nahara and she's planning on making a mate and pups for him. The second litter was a little larger, but not beyond a normal size of a wolf litter. Kay is the oldest, followed by Lancelot and then their three sisters, Guinevere, Elaine and Laudine. (Edit: Merlin and Niv have unexpectedly also had a third litter, also of five, which consist of Caelia, Lucius, Percy, Lunette and Rivian, which will be added in below). Merlin, who knows how to speak the Common Tongue as well as read the human scripture, has taught this to all his pups as well, though they are not very good at reading as their father since their learning came from him scratching the letters into the dirt. They all know how to spell their names and each others names and basic words (think first or second grade reading level), as well as how to pronounce and spell out larger words, as their father sometimes will ask them to spell random words to help them expand their knowledge. I would like to do a plot where an abandoned human campsite is found (or maybe they left a bag behind while camping) that has a few books laying around so Merlin may get his paws on them and actually properly show his children how to read. Below or some examples of what Nivian (and Elaine) can look like:
Breaking the Fourth Wall
Roleplayer Name: Wolfie
Other Characters: Gabe - Guard - Pack, Jenna - Sheepdog - Pet
Store Items: Common Language
Other:
RP Sample:
It was snowing again. Merlin sneered. He hated the snow. Well. No. He didn't. Not really. He generally enjoyed the snow, but it was the cold that came with it that he hated. Once he'd loved the cold and the snow and all things about winter, but now his leg would ache and throb and his limp became even more pronounced. Sometimes he simply wouldn't walk on it, limping around as though he didn't even have the front leg.
"Merlin!" A voice behind him called and he turned, inclining his head to look at the Wise Pup. No wait, that's right, they were Wise Wolves now, weren't they? He felt old, despite only being sixty-five moons old. His eyes led to the she-wolf, the wolf's sister who he had seen around before. She was beautiful, the males around her swooning for her. He didn't bother entertaining any thought about ever having a mate. Not unless a chihuahua or another pom found their way up here.
"Working on your garden in this unholy weather?" The young wolf asked. What was his name again? Merlin couldn't recall. The pom looked toward the garden, shivering. It was doing well for its season and his crops ensured that even if their stores of meet ran low they wouldn't starve.
"What herbs could possibly survive this cold?" The she-wolf asked, her gaze curious. They were closer now and stood tall over the much smaller dog. Merlin was not cowed, however and didn't back away from their approached. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Not herbs," he refrained from calling them morons. Or idiots. The Wise Elders kept growling at him about it. "Crops. Radishes, broccoli, brussels sprouts, cabbage, spinach, turnips. Greens." He stressed. The he-wolf made a face of disgust while the she-wolf continued to look interested. Well, maybe only one of them was a moron. "Green food that would save your life if we ran out of meat." He wondered if he sounded as smug about his contribution to the Wise Wolves as he felt.
"Well, that's cool," the she-wolf said, "Well, now that we're all Wise Wolves, we wanted to introduce ourselves. I'm Nivian and this is my brother, Lucius," the he-wolf bobbed his head.
Merlin stared at them, almost in shock. Nivian? Nivian? As in, Lady of the Lake? He doubted she'd been named with that intent, as the Arthurian Legends were human stories. No one knew them. In his shock he found himself muttering, "Pleasure," sounding like his aloft and arrogant self.
They two young wolves wandered off, but not before Nivian ("Call me Niv") told him she'd be interested in learning more about gardening. As Merlin began coming out of his trance and stared after the she-wolf. Once upon a time he'd never been interested in females, or mating, any of it. But now he was determined. Nivian would be his. It was like the Gods were trying to tell him something. He didn't even try to contradict himself. After all, he didn't believe in those old Norse legends, no matter how interesting it was that these wolves seem to know about them in the same general fashion that humans did.
Roleplayer Name: Wolfie
Other Characters: Gabe - Guard - Pack, Jenna - Sheepdog - Pet
Store Items: Common Language
Other:
RP Sample:
It was snowing again. Merlin sneered. He hated the snow. Well. No. He didn't. Not really. He generally enjoyed the snow, but it was the cold that came with it that he hated. Once he'd loved the cold and the snow and all things about winter, but now his leg would ache and throb and his limp became even more pronounced. Sometimes he simply wouldn't walk on it, limping around as though he didn't even have the front leg.
"Merlin!" A voice behind him called and he turned, inclining his head to look at the Wise Pup. No wait, that's right, they were Wise Wolves now, weren't they? He felt old, despite only being sixty-five moons old. His eyes led to the she-wolf, the wolf's sister who he had seen around before. She was beautiful, the males around her swooning for her. He didn't bother entertaining any thought about ever having a mate. Not unless a chihuahua or another pom found their way up here.
"Working on your garden in this unholy weather?" The young wolf asked. What was his name again? Merlin couldn't recall. The pom looked toward the garden, shivering. It was doing well for its season and his crops ensured that even if their stores of meet ran low they wouldn't starve.
"What herbs could possibly survive this cold?" The she-wolf asked, her gaze curious. They were closer now and stood tall over the much smaller dog. Merlin was not cowed, however and didn't back away from their approached. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Not herbs," he refrained from calling them morons. Or idiots. The Wise Elders kept growling at him about it. "Crops. Radishes, broccoli, brussels sprouts, cabbage, spinach, turnips. Greens." He stressed. The he-wolf made a face of disgust while the she-wolf continued to look interested. Well, maybe only one of them was a moron. "Green food that would save your life if we ran out of meat." He wondered if he sounded as smug about his contribution to the Wise Wolves as he felt.
"Well, that's cool," the she-wolf said, "Well, now that we're all Wise Wolves, we wanted to introduce ourselves. I'm Nivian and this is my brother, Lucius," the he-wolf bobbed his head.
Merlin stared at them, almost in shock. Nivian? Nivian? As in, Lady of the Lake? He doubted she'd been named with that intent, as the Arthurian Legends were human stories. No one knew them. In his shock he found himself muttering, "Pleasure," sounding like his aloft and arrogant self.
They two young wolves wandered off, but not before Nivian ("Call me Niv") told him she'd be interested in learning more about gardening. As Merlin began coming out of his trance and stared after the she-wolf. Once upon a time he'd never been interested in females, or mating, any of it. But now he was determined. Nivian would be his. It was like the Gods were trying to tell him something. He didn't even try to contradict himself. After all, he didn't believe in those old Norse legends, no matter how interesting it was that these wolves seem to know about them in the same general fashion that humans did.
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