Discord Id - Halikar#8266.
Character Name - Quinn.
Character Race & Sub-Race - Muiri/Otherkin, Wolf.
Alternate Graphic - Wolf (225/0xE1).
Character Description - Quinn looks like a large, grey wolf, primarily because that is what he is. His fur is a typical blend of browns, greys, tans, and whites. He stands about 3 feet in height at the shoulder, is almost 7 feet in length, and weights roughly 135 pounds. His eyes are a golden color, but blend in well with his coat.
Character Kingdom - Emlyn (I think, anyway. Long live Ulster!)
Special Role-playTrait - Quinn lives according to The Way, which makes him particularly attuned to the natural world. Anything that is unnatural, including personal behaviors, is hard to hide from him. For example, he can ususally tell when someone lies to him, unless it is natural for an them to lie. He’ll still likely be aware they lie as part of their personal Way, just not specific lies as he would for someone who normally does not lie.
Backstory - It has been a many, many seasons since he saw any of the hes or shes of the Mans he knew, of his pack. He had travelled through forests, plains, marshes, moors, almost endlessly. He’d seen ruins aplenty, lone places where Mans grew plants and cared for animals for their food, other animals that stayed away from the Mans, sometimes rarely groups of the dens of Mans. But no one he knew, no one he could trust. He did not know where they had gone or why he was not where he had been, he only knew he must continue to search and that one day he would find some of them again. Sometimes, when he awoke in the morning, he would find himself somewhere other than he had slept, and he knew he had been moved a great distance. It never seemed to matter, he search continued without finding what he sought.
One night, after a particularly enjoyable hunt that had filled his belly more than most, his need for sleep overcame him before he he knew it. When he awoke, he was once again somewhere else, but this time, he sensed he search was almost at an end. This time, although he had no idea how or why, this time was different. It would be good to find pack mates again. It would be good to be home again.
Character Name - Quinn.
Character Race & Sub-Race - Muiri/Otherkin, Wolf.
Alternate Graphic - Wolf (225/0xE1).
Character Description - Quinn looks like a large, grey wolf, primarily because that is what he is. His fur is a typical blend of browns, greys, tans, and whites. He stands about 3 feet in height at the shoulder, is almost 7 feet in length, and weights roughly 135 pounds. His eyes are a golden color, but blend in well with his coat.
Character Kingdom - Emlyn (I think, anyway. Long live Ulster!)
Special Role-playTrait - Quinn lives according to The Way, which makes him particularly attuned to the natural world. Anything that is unnatural, including personal behaviors, is hard to hide from him. For example, he can ususally tell when someone lies to him, unless it is natural for an them to lie. He’ll still likely be aware they lie as part of their personal Way, just not specific lies as he would for someone who normally does not lie.
Backstory - It has been a many, many seasons since he saw any of the hes or shes of the Mans he knew, of his pack. He had travelled through forests, plains, marshes, moors, almost endlessly. He’d seen ruins aplenty, lone places where Mans grew plants and cared for animals for their food, other animals that stayed away from the Mans, sometimes rarely groups of the dens of Mans. But no one he knew, no one he could trust. He did not know where they had gone or why he was not where he had been, he only knew he must continue to search and that one day he would find some of them again. Sometimes, when he awoke in the morning, he would find himself somewhere other than he had slept, and he knew he had been moved a great distance. It never seemed to matter, he search continued without finding what he sought.
One night, after a particularly enjoyable hunt that had filled his belly more than most, his need for sleep overcame him before he he knew it. When he awoke, he was once again somewhere else, but this time, he sensed he search was almost at an end. This time, although he had no idea how or why, this time was different. It would be good to find pack mates again. It would be good to be home again.
-- Magic is real, unless declared integer
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