Post by Malaku on Oct 2, 2008 12:56:50 GMT
Name: Malagreth
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Specie: D'yanlith
Eye Colour: Purple
Appearance: Mal is incredibally small for a D'yanlith, he's a dwarf. So small in fact that many Teppekith are taller than him. He has a thick pelt of white ivory, patterned in pale silver-grey. The patterns swirl around his paws in a tribal style, and also across his shoulders and flanks. Scars can be seen across his shoulders, the top of his neck and along his muzzle. He is quite well muscled, but he is a little oddly proportioned because of his Dwarfism.
Jewellery/Extra: A dull, thick silver chain hangs around his neck.
Personality: Mal is very sly and devious, cunning and quite intelligent. But this is just a cover for a very scared individual. Having being beaten and hurt all of his life for his small size, he hates violence and flinches at the least sign of it, but often times, he can be a little violent towards others without realizing. He uses his sly side to get through dangerous situations and get what he wants. When completely exposed, many would say that Mal is a coward, but he's had a hard time in the past and it reflects on the way he is now.
History: Born to Jafrah and Halli, both proud and large sized D'yanlith, Mala was a good-sized puppy and his parents doted on him and his two brothers and one sister. As they grew up however, it became apparent that he was different. His siblings began to tower over him and he seemed to hardly grow at all. His parents began to distance themselves from and concentrate on the others, leaving him to be beaten and bullied by the others in the pack. Eventually, it became so bad that his family beat him up as well. He barely ate enough food to survive and he became as thin as a rake as well as a Dwarf. When he became a teen, he desperately wanted to leave, but he knew he would be even harder pressed to survive on his own, with his short size.
Continueing to endure the torment and lack of food, he survived until adulthood. Upon reaching adulthood, he finally could put up with the life he led no more. He left, stole away in the middle of the day, when all the others were sleeping. The wolf on watch duty was one of the only ones who felt sorry for Mal. He tried to persuade him to stay, but Mal had made up his mind, so the sentry let him leave.
He became a loner, living on rabbits, mice and other small prey, surviving better than he though he would. Indeed, better than he had in the pack. It was a good life, even with the virus in the midst of it. Now, he has returned to the land of his birth, to start again. Although he hopes not to come across his old pack, afraid of their anger and their beatings.
Power/s: Poison
Belief: T'pari
Picture: None yet
Other:None that i know of
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Specie: D'yanlith
Eye Colour: Purple
Appearance: Mal is incredibally small for a D'yanlith, he's a dwarf. So small in fact that many Teppekith are taller than him. He has a thick pelt of white ivory, patterned in pale silver-grey. The patterns swirl around his paws in a tribal style, and also across his shoulders and flanks. Scars can be seen across his shoulders, the top of his neck and along his muzzle. He is quite well muscled, but he is a little oddly proportioned because of his Dwarfism.
Jewellery/Extra: A dull, thick silver chain hangs around his neck.
Personality: Mal is very sly and devious, cunning and quite intelligent. But this is just a cover for a very scared individual. Having being beaten and hurt all of his life for his small size, he hates violence and flinches at the least sign of it, but often times, he can be a little violent towards others without realizing. He uses his sly side to get through dangerous situations and get what he wants. When completely exposed, many would say that Mal is a coward, but he's had a hard time in the past and it reflects on the way he is now.
History: Born to Jafrah and Halli, both proud and large sized D'yanlith, Mala was a good-sized puppy and his parents doted on him and his two brothers and one sister. As they grew up however, it became apparent that he was different. His siblings began to tower over him and he seemed to hardly grow at all. His parents began to distance themselves from and concentrate on the others, leaving him to be beaten and bullied by the others in the pack. Eventually, it became so bad that his family beat him up as well. He barely ate enough food to survive and he became as thin as a rake as well as a Dwarf. When he became a teen, he desperately wanted to leave, but he knew he would be even harder pressed to survive on his own, with his short size.
Continueing to endure the torment and lack of food, he survived until adulthood. Upon reaching adulthood, he finally could put up with the life he led no more. He left, stole away in the middle of the day, when all the others were sleeping. The wolf on watch duty was one of the only ones who felt sorry for Mal. He tried to persuade him to stay, but Mal had made up his mind, so the sentry let him leave.
He became a loner, living on rabbits, mice and other small prey, surviving better than he though he would. Indeed, better than he had in the pack. It was a good life, even with the virus in the midst of it. Now, he has returned to the land of his birth, to start again. Although he hopes not to come across his old pack, afraid of their anger and their beatings.
Power/s: Poison
Belief: T'pari
Picture: None yet
Other:None that i know of
