Post by Razz on Aug 22, 2011 13:35:37 GMT -5
MacArgen
Risin' up, straight to the top..
Had the guts, got the glory...
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop...
Just a man and his will to survive...
Back to Basics||
Name: MacArgen (Mac)
Age: 14 seasons (almost 4 years)
Gender: Male
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Breed: Timber Wolf
Apparent Age: Mac's wily nature and livid personality make him seem much younger than he is, and along with his long coat and muscly appearance he seems to be closer to 2 or 3 years than 4.
Other: N/A
Short personality description: Strong; Loyal; Protective; Intelligent; Teasing.
A Quick Glance in the Mirror||
Looks/Attributes: Mac is a large wolf, obviously built for fighting. His limbs are strong, seeming to nearly be run by metal cords. Being deep chested, as he is, allows for a larger set of heart and lungs, benefiting his endurance and stamina. Though he is not slender, he retains a kind of lean, muscle to his figure.
His howl, near an octave lower than average, is easy to distinguish. Any battle scars he may have are invisible beneath his long, thick coat. His legs and underbelly are snowy white, which slowly works in to silver and so on until it reaches a near black along his spine.
Both his ears are fully intact, and his hearing is sharp, a grand bonus of being a wolf. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, a rather entrancing sight. His jaws work like steal traps, also in the glory of the wolf way.
Mac's size cuts down on his agility, and against smaller, quicker opponents he has more trouble than against those his size. For his size though, he is fairly fast, and can sprint in a straight line fast enough to be a decent runner, but he is definitely heavier on his feet.
He has his ancestry to thank for just about all of his physical appearances. His build and strength are that of his father, his pelt coloration and his bright eyes are from his mother, and his deep, hypnotic howl are courtesy of his mother's father, Mac's grandfather.
Height: 40 inches (a little over 3 feet)
Weight: 150 lbs
Eyes: Light Blue-gray.
Pelt: White legs and underbelly, which darken shade-by-shade as they reach up his sides, ending in dark gray along his spine.
Marks/Scars: None, if he has any, they are covered by his thick coat.
More?||
Personality: Mac appears to most a loyal and strong member of any pack, willing to defend those in it with his life, and to care for them as if they were each his own family. That sense of protectiveness and loyalty came from his being raised by a pack instead of his parents.
Inside though, since his world was ripped apart by his father's return, he has always kept a bit of distrust. It takes a lot for him to truly and honestly trust anyone, and should someone provide him with a solid reason, he is not afraid to openly confront them. If that turns into a fight, whether physically or verbally, so be it. But that is not his most visible, or commonly seen trait.
He gained much of his mother's charm and quirk, and is usually bold and friendly. Mac is a flirt, should the opportunity present itself. He is usually upfront and honest, and he can't lie to save his life, he is so uncomfortable when trying to bluff that he can be read like a book.
He is clever and intelligent, and strategy comes to him as easily as breathing. Puzzles are right up his ally, and he enjoys any chance to riddle things out. He is a gentle tease and enjoys joking, but he keeps insults to a minimum, thinking it best to not do anything to upset his position in the pack, which he defends at all costs.
Should anyone gouge into the still bleeding wound of his past, he gets awful prickly. Mac tends to spiral into blind rage when someone brings it up, or is poking insults at him because of it. It usually results in a full on attack, and a long, deep-seated grudge. It takes him hours to cool down afterwords and he usually finds himself wandering alone in the woods. Thankfully for Mac, the topic hasn't been brought up since the pack he'd lived in all his life was disbanded.
He is extremely protective of his younger half-sister Tessalynn. She can usually get whatever she wants from him, and she knows it. He keeps an extremely close eye on her and worries over her whenever she is in trouble, or some sort of dangerous situation, whether it is severe or not. It is hard for him to keep up with her, especially since she is such a rebel.
Mate: None (Open?)
Skills: Excels at both hunting and fighting, but falls a little short when it comes to agile prey or opponents, his bulk hold him back.
Likes:
- Watching the Stars {It calms him down and lets him think.}
- Organization {When the pack is in order, so is his mind.}
- Puzzles {Anything to get his mind working.}
- Laughing {There's nothing Mac loves more...}
- Silence {Mac likes to enjoy the quiet times of the day, without all the hustle and bustle.}
- Balance {Mac enjoys both alone time and being with others, but prefers to keep them fairly equal.}
Dislikes:
- Disloyalty {One of the only two things that can drive him into blind fury.}
- His past {The other thing that makes him completely furious, bring it up and don't expect to walk away with your fur unruffled.}
- Unsolvable Problems {They irritate him to no end, and after a while he begins doubting his own intelligence.}
- Being Wet {He hates the feeling that his own pelt is drowning him, he's definitely not made for water.
- Not Having a Pack {He misses the sense of security and family that he grew up with, it's all he knows.}
Strengths:
- Physical Capabilities {When he can't cut it with brains, brawn certainly comes in handy.}
- Strategy {Mac has an uncanny ability for planning things, especially attacks.}
- Loyalty {Any pack he is in has his full loyalties and he'd do anything for it's safety.}
- Getting Things Done {Mac's a real go getter, and when told to do something, he typically reacts immediately.}
Weaknesses:
- His Past {Should anyone need to get an angry and immediate reaction, to block Mac's mind out from all other things....}
- His Sister {Any easy and open pressure point, or a useful ally considering she can get anything she wants from him.}
- Lying {Mac can't lie to save his life...}
- Swimming {Mac distastes every thing about it, and does everything he possibly can to avoid it.}
- Grudges {He will hold a grudge for a long, long time.}
History: Daedalus, a high ranking member of the Seifal pack, had taken Shrai, another well know figure, as his mate. This was met with much approval and joy from both their families and their pack mates. It wasn't long before they had their first child, as son named MacArgen. Everything began to seem perfect, as though nothing could go wrong in their lives again.
They were wrong. That year, the hardest winter either parent had ever experienced his. The pack suffered, leaving the three of them hungry and cold, always cold. Shrai fell ill, the strain of trying to keep herself alive along with her young son Mac was far to much for her petite frame. It would have been difficult even with an easy winter, but while she was so deprived of nutrients and near literally freezing to death where she stood...
Before the first sign of spring, Shrai was dead. Daedalus went mad with grief for her, he fled the pack. Thinking of nothing else, he moved deep into loner territory, leaving his only child, MacArgen, behind.
Two long years passed, Mac grew quickly. Raised by the pack, he knew nothing of his father's treason. To protect Mac's honor, they had hidden his past from him and told him that Daedalus had died of a broken heart soon after Shrai had passed on. Mac never doubted it for a minute.
MacArgen was reaching the end of his apprenticeship, ready to take on the responsibility of being a full member of the pack, when the unthinkable happened. Daedalus returned to the Seifal. Mac's world was ripped to pieces, he was thrown into confusion and was barely aware of what was going on around him.
Daedalus had brought with him his new mate, a loner by the name of Naomi, and their young daughter, Tessalynn. Mac denied all relation towards them, and refused to believe the truth, Not willing to let his father's mistakes ruin his life, That the pack was his true family, he had no father.
Daedalus and Naomi were banished from the pack, no longer than three days after the came to it. But, strangely, the pack offered to let Tessalynn remain, should Mac be willing to accept her and be a part of her life as a brother. Telling her nothing of her past, of course, so she could have a future away from all the trials Mac had been put through.
Gazing at the spunky little pup, Mac knew he could not refuse. As a child of unfortunate history, she deserved the chance at a normal life in the pack, where she could live without her past haunting her every step. He agreed to care for her without much convincing.
Over the next two years, Mac watched Tessa grow into a fine young apprentice, full of potential. He had accomplished much of his own as well, being bumped up the rank totem pole until he rested in the highest position, Alpha Male. Soon after Mac became Alpha, the pack started to fall apart for no explainable reason, and the remaining members panicked and fled. The Seifal pack no longer exists. Mac and Tessa were the last to leave the old pack's territory and have been wandering ever since.
Meet the Family||
Sire: Daedalus (Unknown)
Dam: Shrai (Deceased)
Siblings: Tessalynn (Alive and Well)
Other relations: Step Mother--Naomi (Unknown)
The Creator||
Name: Razz
Age: xxxxx
Other characters: Tessalynn (WIP)
RolePlay Sample||
The predator. Muscle, bone, tooth, and claw. The wolf, terror of the forests. This was the very creature that lurked among the small shadows that remained at midday, doing its very best not to be spotted. The massive bulking frame, obvious strength, and dominant stance suggested a male, one of high rank. Alpha Male, to be exact.
Now was the time to wonder; what on earth would an Alpha Male of the Seifal Pack be doing hiding among the ancient pines? Certainly not running from responsibility, or sneaking off to get away from enemies in the pack. The answer was quiet time. A break from the bustling camp the male lived in, just a moment to be by himself and think in peace.
MacArgen, the male, was determined to not let running a pack become a chore he hated doing. So, every so often, he let off on his own. Just to relax and take some time off. Never long enough to make anyone wonder, but long enough he had his chance to calm his spinning mind.
Mac rose slowly from his tight, curled position among the tangled roots of his favorite tree. He rolled back his shoulders in a luxurious stretch and gave a wide yawn as he pulled himself out of his zone. As he worked the last of the stiffness from his cramped muscles, a few familiar scents trickled into his nose.
With a shake he discharged a clinging piece of leaf-mold and burst into an easy lope. His long strides carried him swiftly and smoothly in the direction of the creek. His orb-like blue eyes lit up with joy as his heart pounded in his chest, in perfect time with his paw steps.
The stream was upon his before he fully realized it and he was forced to splash into the water before he could stop himself. ‘Great,’ he thought in frustration, as he pulled himself onto shore.‘Just great.’ With a quick examination he saw that he had only wet his snowy white leg fur, the droplets had not reached his smoke-tinged back fur. Jerking side to side roughly, he splattered the dampness away from him, sending it flying in all directions.
Then Mac was off again, heading downstream. Before long he was able to pick out the pelt colors of his three pack-mates among the subtle tones of the woods around them. As their last sentences pricked his hearing, he was within easy viewing distance. “Hello there!” He called, keeping his voice even and friendly as he spoke.
