Name: Silvermoon
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Appearance: "His demanding presence puts the wolf gods Freki and Geri to shame." Is the way that Silvermoon has been described before. Silvermoon has a pelt of unusual shine which makes his gray look to be a shimmering silver. He is broad chested in the front but becomes slightly more slender along his body to his tail. His pelt is soft to the touch which usually attracts females to him if his eyes do not do it for him. His eyes are a shimmering blue and around them the skin is dark which accents them finely. His eyes are easily his most attractive feature for the blue of his eyes seems to flow inside of them but once he is angered it looks like the "water" has frozen over. He has a soft but firm voice when he speaks, sort of like hearing a great roaring river in the distance but he quiet usually. He is quite fit, having a perfect body for the kind of combat of hit and run or in his case bite you then jump away and wait for yet another opening to bite you. When enraged the fur on his back rises to make his sheen coat look like thousands of ice spikes along his body. Thus his nickname... "The Ice Devil"

Personality: Silvermoon is a strange one when it comes to moods. Though he is gentle spoken and seems to be happy at most times, this is not usually the case. He is only truly happy when he is alone with a loved which is an event he has not had in a long time. This is not to say he can't be cheerful. Games or if something amusing happens like a pup falling in a spot of deep snow will generally arouse a smile to his maw. Silvermoon also seems to be in a sober if not kind mood whenever he is near wolfess with pups or when he sees a pup being taken care of though the pup not be the kind helper's own. What emotion other wolves notice about him usually when he does show it is rage. Once he sees a cruel act like mistreating a pup or attacking an injured wolf wither the injured wolf be friend or foe, he will go into a rage. Once he is in this state he will not return to normal until the act has been avenged properly. Properly avenged only though, not just avenged. To him, even in his rage, there is a difference between avenging yourself and just trying to hurt another. "There's only one difference between a calm sea and Silvermoon, the sea doesn't give chase once you've enraged it"

History: Silvermoon was born into the world by a lone female wolf which had lost it's pack to some event unknown to him. All that he knew was that he was first of his litter to be born and the only one to survive the cruel cold winter which had decided to kill his mother but had the sickening humor to spare him. He was found by a wondering pack luckily at the very beginning of spring. The omega of the pack, a female which could not mate had taken him as her own to satisfy her own longing to have pups of her own. Though she was kind, the kindness was too far too rare in the pack to matter to Silvermoon. He was often attacked by the other wolves of the pack, especially the Alpha Female who had pups of her own and did not wish for him to possibly overpower her young. These were bad times in his life but not the worst as he always put it. The worst would not come until he was an adult wolf.

In his fourth year of age, Silvermoon was quite the wolf. He was strong, quick and smart. He was a piece of coal which had withstood the pressure without break to become a perfect diamond. This did not appeal to the old Alpha Female at all, which had just given up her position to her son. One night while he slept she decided to try to kill him off but his mother had been awake and intervened. This did not stop the old wolfess, the two fought. The sound of snarling and yelping awoke Silvermoon from his slumber and the scene was too much for him to bare. His mother laid bleeding on the cave floor with the old wolfess standing above her, maw drenched in blood. The wolfess growled at him, the snarl low in her throat. This did nothing to help her, Silvermoon attacked. His teeth bared for blood and his rage was enflamed. In one night, all the cruelties of his childhood were repaid. He killed the old wolfess, tearing her jugular from her old throat and biting her body long after she ceased to move. "It was the worse night of my life" Silvermoon says whenever he tells the story "Though I was justified in my actions... I could have stopped myself before it was too late" The rest of what happened that night is unknown to all but him. All that is known is that when he left the place he once called home, he was covered gashes and had the taste of wolf blood in his mouth. "A taste that still lingers bitterly in my mouth"

Hiya, welcome to SotW, Silvermoon. This is Zita, I'll be going over your app on this flight. *bows* :P

Appearance: You need just *one* more sentence here! It shouldn't be too hard, there are a few long ones you could easily split in two. :D One question though, is the fur in his ears actually blue? :blink: If so, you'll need to change that because we don't allow wierd colors so much on here. (Well, there was a wolf with a purple back streak once, but it was a long story and most characters she met thought she was odd and didn't like it much. >.<)

Personality: Stellar! :lol: Everything looks fine!

History: Also good!

This is a great app over all, you just need to fix the nitpicks in appearance and you are PERFECTLY good to go. I look forward to seeing this guy roaming the boards. :D

uhhh... he's ears were never mentioned... you mean his eyes? uhhh blue isn't an unnatural color for eyes, is it? fixed the length though

*rereads* Wow, I see now. What was I thinking? :blink:

It's all good now, sorry about the misconception! :lol:

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