Name: Hawlee
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Pack: Vagabond
Position: None
Appearance: Hawlee is tainted your standard mottling of greys, whites, blacks, and browns. He is a timber wolf, hide naturally being complemented with a pair of soulful, harvest-moon pools. He has a bold, finely sculpted facade, with a mid-length muzzle and blemish-free nose of charcoal. Hawlee has all of his pearly-whites, and uses them well. His ears, well furred and slightly tattered, are always erect and alert. He’s a very observant, dare I say sensitive creature, so nothing gets past him without difficulty. Those eyes are always watching and analyzing, for their bearer is of a critical sort. His pelt is relatively long for his species, thick, and varying in its coarseness. His tail is especially bushy, and does well to shield the brute from the bitter chinooks of his homeland.
His limbs are long and robust, showing no trace of awkward adolescence or ancient fatigue he is healthy, and his aura radiates cool, collected vitality. His paws are large, like most wolfen, and tend to dig harshly into the turf with his stride. It’s a habit he adopted somewhere along the line, though it has yet to prove useful in his years of living. The baron’s gait is smooth, relaxed, and unwavering. He has a way of displaying purpose, but not arrogance or milked authority. He carries himself as a self-respecting individual, nothing more, nothing less. His rank is of little importance, for he’ll not change easily. Hawlee will be Hawlee, and nobeast yet has done well to edit him.
The topline of his spine slopes only a little, hinting at the posture of a German Shepard dog, but not a great deal. His chest is rugged and of thick fur, along with the beast’s flanks and shoulders. His back end is well proportioned to his front, though noticeably less defined.
His voice is more alto pitched than anything, is clear, and undisrupted. Sometimes, his tones fall soft, and his acquaintences must strain their auds to correctly pick up his meaning, but it's worth the extra effort. Hawlee's words are valuable ones.
Persona: Though somewhat bland or traditional in appearance, Hawlee wouldn’t want to be considered your average, testosterone-fused brute. He is intelligent, and respectful; almost rustic in his ways. He is an extreme romantic, and honors the female sex. Hawlee would martyr himself without question for the one he loves, or for their offspring. A beautiful, sensual femme is his utter weakness, if you would brand her such a thing. He certainly doesn’t, for who could consider something so worthy of love and cherishment to be faulting in any way? None.
Hawlee is for the union of genders, for relationships, and for communication. His focus is to be as one with another, to reach the embodiment of lovers, and of soul companions (perhaps romantic was not a strong enough term ;D). He believes with utmost conviction that true mates are almost indistinguishable from each other in their passion, and, oftentimes, are mistaken for their partner. That is not to say that they lose pieces of their identities in loving each other; they simply share a common cause (for their significant other), and thus, seem to be illuminated similarly.
Communication, as previously mentioned, is seated deeply in his being. For any relationship to function, folks always profess that communication is key; Hawlee is one of those folks. He always speaks his mind and emotions to those held closely, but tends to remain fairly introverted around strangers. He values honesty, however blatant, and lacks respect for those who cannot handle the truth or opinions of another,.
Hawlee is not enraged by petty differences or mistakes. He’s a good-natured fellow, and is seldom driven to intense mirth or sorrow unless the situation is intense as well. You can expect him to lightly voice or charade his emotions to all (fluttering back to the social factor), but any sort of extroversion is out of the question. Again, he is pretty neutral in facial expressions and physical speech. To trigger any sort of fury, an opposer would ultimately have to either harm or violate a loved one. He is disgruntled by boastful and disrespectful creatures- otherwise, most are on even terms with the wolf. On a final note, he is inwardly compassionate, and outwardly serious.
History: For one to open to romance, Hawlee does not sport a completely charming past. He was the most soft-spoken , unformidable pup in his maternal's huge litter. Siblings were everywhere, but did not offer to sort of brotherly or sisterly love you read about. They quarreled constantly, with the exception of our friend, over idiot circumstances. They were boastful, uncordial, and downright fierce in competition. Hawlee, on the other hand, consciously made the decision to hang back from their constant confrontations. He would not be a referee, and he would not participate. He wouldn't even spectate. Yes, the pup's childhood was rather cold and lonely. His parents were always consumed with the masses of un-orderly youths, and wouldn't take the time to properly nurture their passive spawn even if their plate wasn't full. If you don't mind, I'd like to bring about the old cliche that apples do not fall far from their trees- rotten apples falling from rotten trees. Hawlee's sire and dam were vermin, and, frankly, an embarrassment to their species. They did not harbor the loyalty and wisdom most elders prized, so their young were deprived of it, as well. Most of their young, anyway; Hawlee was a proverbial pear.
His grandsire, Rael, saw capability to prosper in the quiet wolf- potential that his closer relatives were positively void of. And so, Rael took it upon himself to, more or less, adopt Hawlee when he came of a weaned age. He was dedicated to the yearling, and drove himself to aid Hawlee's blooming into a mature, sensible adult wolf. Rael eagerly taught the sprout to hunt, follow distinct customs, seek out suitable living environments, and, last but not least, how to properly defend himself.
Upon completing his 'schooling' at the ripe age of three, Hawlee departed from his pack. Not a single farewell was spared, except for his benevolent grandfather. Rael had aged substantially, the effects of time and strain of educating his beloved pupil, so he was not able to accompany Hawlee on his journey. Instead, they parted on exceedingly fond terms, and a powerful sense of gratitude on the younger's part. The trek was his, and his alone.
For the next two years of his life, Hawlee traveled about the frigid countryside, hunting, living, and defending himself the way Rael had advised. How fortunate he was to have someone that cared for him! He perused packs, being run out and rejected here and there for reasons unseen, until he finally decided to stop trying so hard. Saying the least, it was dejecting to fail so much. The right home would come sometime, without a doubt. He simply had to be patient.
((OOC: Sorry for the awful history. Word vomit, hehe. God, I hope I did this right XD Pologies for any errors- I did read the rules!))
Absolutely beautiful, I love the way you described him. :)
One thing I might say is that the font you chose is a tiny bit uncomfortable for the eyes, but I think that's probably a personal thing and of course, I would never judge somebody's application on the font that they chose. ;)
So anyway! *Stamps 'accepted' on sheet* Welcome to Soul of the Wild!