Post by †Mareth† on Aug 9, 2010 0:54:57 GMT -5
M A R E T H W A R W I C K.
i looked up into the grey sky
and see a thousand eyes staring back
and all around these golden beacons
i see nothing but black
i feel a way of something beyond them
i don't see what i can feel
if vision is the only validation
then most of my life isn't real
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NAME; Mareth Warwick
GENDER; pure male
pronunciation; Mar - eth Worr-ik
nickname; Mareth
meaning; Death / buildings near the weir
origin; Cornish / Old English
AGE; 3
SPECIES; Mackenzie Valley Wolf
PACK PREFERENCE; Cedro Alpha
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;
Unlike any canine alive, Mareth definitely is one of a kind. His pure white coat, often more dirt covered then white, has odd markings that are more commonly found on the Stripped Hyena. It is still a mystery as to how this canine came along with stripes, but he’s got them and all over in fact. A thin strip of black runs down his backbone, which spreads out and makes the larger strips on his body.
With tipped black feet, Mareth normally doesn’t have to worry about getting them dirty. His eyes are an odd and unnatural color of red, and with his black mask they stand out as if he was a demon from the labs. Standing at 35inchs and weighing in at 137pounds, this male is your average size Mackenzie wolf.
PERSONALITY!;
Although his physical appearance may intimidate and his size can turn other canines off in a hurry, Mareth is actually a fairly mellow male. He’d rather laze around and sleep all day then go off and pick fights with other packs. He never really raises his vice or pushes his way into the center of attention; no Mareth simply listens until his input is needed.
Respectful of other’s territory and personal space, a lot of rogues think his packlands are easy picking. But then they’d end up getting bite in the ass, seeing as he does have those alpha reactions such as; breaking up fights with a simple push to the ground or making sure that know if they are welcome or not. It has been said he is an alpha of reason until you piss him off or cross the line.
HISTORY!;
`MOTHER: Helen
`FATHER: Pirate
`SIBLINGS: None
`MATE: None
`OFFSPRING: None
It was almost not suppose to happen.
Survival for his family had seen better years when he was conceived. Food was lacking and as a result the pack of two, his mother and strong will father set off to find a new hunting ground during one of the worst winters they had ever seen. Because of the lack of food and constant moving his mother couldn’t help but get rid of the ‘extra weight’. Mareth was born months premature, on one of the coldest nights, along with his few brothers and sisters. As much as the two new parents’ would have wished it, the only one they took with them and cared for was Mareth.
He was named death, for a reminder of his siblings and was hoped to bring their small pack to the top of the food chain, as it should. As months rolled away and his body grew strong, Mareth seemed to be different then what his father had hoped him to be. He was calm and caring of things. Even befriending small herbivores, such as a fawn named Bronx. This disgrace was soon fixed when his beat it out of him. They pushed him to learn the ways of pack life, keeping his fighting skills toned for when the day came from him to over take a pack land.
When he finally grew into a sexually mature male and had traveled with his parents longer then he had wished to. Mareth simply left them to their simple-minded world, to search for something greater. He lived as a rogue for a few months before finding a pack, which was willing to take him in. It was almost a year or two after this that Mareth’s true dominant nature appear. Seeing him as a threat to his role, the alpha quickly removed the good-looking male from the pack.
THEME SONG(S)!;
- "Black and Gold", BY Sam Sparro.
- "SONG HERE", BY THIS BAND.
RP EXAMPLE;
WHERE DID YOU HEAR OF OUR SITE FROM;
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ORIGINAL LAYOUT BY CHAY AT `LONG WAY FROM HOME!
