Post by Nelio on Jun 2, 2011 8:01:15 GMT -5
General
Name: Nelio
Alias: Lio
Species: Cael
Gender: Male
Age: 4 summers
Pack: I intend to apply with Quesse Anar
Rank: Hope to be placed as a high rank but its up to accepting alphas
Physical
Height: 35 inches
Weight: Without tail - one hundred pounds, with tail - one hundred thirty pounds. Varies by ten to fifteen pounds depending on environment and how plentiful prey is.
Appearance:
Nelio is a slice of handsome in a colorful world. His front half looks like that of a regular wolf, tawny with shades of dark, even black streaks along his chest and back. When he is out of the water near his paws are soft golden sock like streaks, almost white, quickly over-powered by the tawny of his natural color. There are a few flecks and places of bright blue placed along his chest and back as well.
However when he is in the water, or water touches him his tail appears as magic and takes over the lower half of his body. His tail is colored a shimmering navy blue, and as it moves inward the color becomes lighter, sparkling even brighter where there is light to be had. The tail’s scales begin in the middle of his spine and flow out until it almost looks like a miniature whale tale, but more delicate.
His eyes are very unusual swirling with seemingly different shades of silver depending on whether it is bright or dark. The silver seems to compliment his blue tail nicely, but because of the flecks of blue on his pelt, it would be rare for him to pass as a lupus within a well lit place. He does not care however, his pride in his own kind is overwhelming and he has no desire to “pass”.
His voice is melodic and full of range, though he rarely sings since he has become an adult. It is almost as though because he refuses to sing, the song will come out within his normal voice, if only to be heard one way or another. It would seem that even when Nelio is agitated or angry, his voice takes on the crescendo of music, haunting and never cracking no matter the volume.
Due to his clan being displaced by a drought (further explained below) he has had more than his fair share of walking on land. In his weaker moments his stumbling and wobbling become more pronounced. But the farther away from water he is, he may become more graceful that is true, but he also becomes agitated, needing to be around his own element, and he will even travel out of his territory to find a comfortable place. His legs and body are muscular, but his tail is by far the most muscled place on his body due to the swimming he has done for most of his life.
Other:
Mental
Strengths:
* Nelio is the kind of wolf who never takes anyone at their word directly. Unlike many other Cael who like to trust and are open-minded, Nelio is like the older generations of Cael. Because he tends to think of everyone as guilty before innocent, it saves him a lot of time and shock that others suffer from trying to give the benefit of the doubt.
* Nelio has perfected techniques for fighting within the water and on land to suit his size and weaknesses. Because of his muscular tail, not only is he fast within the water, battle maneuvers put out much more power even in the watery depths. On land he is more adept at bringing an enemy in close and dealing small, strong damaging blows than allowing his opponent to get far enough away to land heavy blows like most wolves do.
* Nelio is able to bring about calm with his appearance, voice, and general charming nature. He genuinely cares for others, seeing as he was raised in a tight knit community. He understands the need for authority, and rank but he also understands that all problems cannot be solved by bloodshed.
*Naturally he is a great swimmer, and can spend more time in the water than on land, making him an excellent scout of watery areas, and a good prey seeker within areas normal wolves would flounder.
*Because in his heart he is a communist, it can make him a rather charming male, bringing new meaning to flattering honesty. Nelio does not lie, but it would not be out of line for him to stretch the truth so it is just a hint on the line of a lie, but nothing can be proven.
* Within the community he was raised in herb lore was passed down, and even though the remedies he knows are limited by certain areas, he is able to recognize plants that can help a downtrodden wolf suffering from exhaustion, injuries, and even being close to birth.
Weaknesses:
* While Nelio is an excellent swimmer, and even well practiced on land, he has to be around water. This demands and determines where he calls home, and is often an inconvenience during severely hot and cold months.
* Nelio has never been one for severe forms of violence. Killing, murder, rape, all these things hit a nasty place with Nelio and bring out the worst in him. This is why he tries to remove himself from such scenes and find peaceful accommodations.
* Nelio, while being an understanding and peaceful wolf, is not so open to other kinds of wolves. He enjoys other Cael more than other types, and it often takes longer for other wolves to get to know the true nature of his personality.
*Most often by the look of him, other wolves like to try to take advantage or become violent with him. His coloring, and tail often make him look delicate and less than aggressively imposing. It has forced him to defend himself, not only mentally but physically.
Personality:
Nelio has a strong sense of tradition when it comes to his personality. While he does not begrudge females for fighting and hunting, he bears the burden of being a provider and defender. He is more than likely to either settle with one female in a secluded place, or mate with many, providing for as many as he can and being an integral part of their lives. Nelio is one male with whom many females do not mind being with, because he treats them all quite well.
While he has the power to be calming, soothing, and flirtatious, he often finds these roles exhausting after a period of time. Nelio can be found be found in a group without a problem, or he can be seen lounging in the water for some much needed alone time.
He is reliable, and caring to most all who come within his inner circle. But, there is a downside. When exposed to acts of violence, or cruelty it brings out the worst in Nelio and can force him into violent rages against the transgressor. His sense of justice becomes skewed when it comes to dealing with abusers and what he deems as evil.
Some would call him a slightly off Romeo, or a Knight, but he simply follows what he knows and what knowledge he has gathered from his travels. It has earned him a reputation as a heart breaker for those who tried to tie him down with anything other than kindness and honesty.
History:
Nelio was born into a rather large clan of Cael. They lived by a large lake and waterfall with dens carved into the rocks and land close by, which made life easier and food plentiful. He only had one sister born with him into a time of great prosperity. The lake not only supplied plenty of food, a playground for the young and much needed moisture, it brought a sense of community to the Cael.
As he was brought up Nelio was often known as a young flirt, and his sister hated it. She was a tomboy and broke many of the rules that the traditional clan, much to the shock of their parents. She was always tagging around with him and other boys, showing off and trying to make shows of strengths. He always tried to get her to stop doing stupid and dangerous things but she made a habit of always doing bigger and better things even at the expense of her body. One day, they all climbed to the top of the waterfall and were daring each other to jump off, and of course his sister was first in line.
He moved in to take her place, trying to back her up away from the edge, but as he moved closer trying to push her back the water droplets hit him and in one flush of movement his tail appeared. In the process of the change he yelped and slid back into the water. It was not one moment more that he went hurtling over the edge, his tail and upper body twisting and turning in the air. He splashed down in the water with what sounded like a sickening crack. All head and tails flung themselves into the water to save him. After a few long moments, Nelio surfaced much to the joy of the other Cael, young ones were sacred, for they carried on the bloodline of the future.
He pushed himself onto the shore, using what upper body strength he had, while suffering the pin pricks of muscle shock before he collapsed on the shore. He panted for a long moment before he began to ask for his sister. She had raced down the waterfall trail like the others, avoiding the water, but she remained in the shadows. His parents angrily called her forward and began to berate her for her constant foolishness, and through his half-lidded eyes he could see her shoulders slump and her eyes blaze in anger.
That night, Nelio lay in his own den in a low point in the rock off to the side when he heard someone padding quickly through the woods nearby. He pushed himself to wobbly legs and began to follow, immediately recognizing the scent of his sister..”Wait..!” He called after her, hoping she would stop. She whirled around on him, angry and full of rage, “Stop following me, I am leaving, you know they love you more, and I am not going to live my life sheltered and treated this way for being myself.” She spouted off the words and turned her back on him. “Its all well and good for you, you are the pup of their tradition, and they will always love you, but I am just too different..” He stood there, shocked and dismayed, debating on following her but decided instead to say, “I will always love you..I have tried to keep you safe…” But she was moving too fast to hear the words, and he turned and ran back to the clan as fast as he could.
When he arrived her told his parents and while they may not have agreed with her actions, they knew how vulnerable Cael were on the outside world without a source of water or shelter and protection. Many Cael went out that day and looked for her, but the trail was gone. Her ability to swim and her constant running and antics had proven useful to train her muscles for land traveling. His parents returned to the clan’s territory with heavy paws and heavy hearts.
Over the next couple of years, things slowly began to change in the clan’s territory. The seasons became warmer and even with the abundant waterfall, prey became more scarce. Soon after his third year the water and lake became even more scarce, and the Clan was forced to leave their sanctuary and attempt to find a new home. During the period of travel, many split off into smaller groups in hopes of finding better territory in smaller numbers. Soon enough they came to a beach on an island and he and his parents took to the water to travel to what they hoped would offer them salvation. But it was not too be so. A storm took to the water and separated him from his parents, and no matter how strong or fast he swam he was separated and thrown back up onto the beach. He lay there for days, not bothering to move from the waves, and dry off, not even bothering to hunt or eat. His way of life had been ripped from him in a matter of months and now he was cast along the land as though rejected from his own kind.
Finally, as the sun rose he drug his body onto the grass ground that met the beach and waited to dry. His silver eyes glinted with unshed tears, and his voice rose to sing a song of pure sorrow. His voice rang on and on, and soon he found himself dry and able to move. He spent the next year exploring near areas, trying to find a new water source, a new land, another Clan. It was during these travels that he wandered close to the Quesse Anar Clan, and now hopes to join their ranks, if only to grasp at some semblance of the life that was taken from him..
Other: N/A
Name: Nelio
Alias: Lio
Species: Cael
Gender: Male
Age: 4 summers
Pack: I intend to apply with Quesse Anar
Rank: Hope to be placed as a high rank but its up to accepting alphas
Physical
Height: 35 inches
Weight: Without tail - one hundred pounds, with tail - one hundred thirty pounds. Varies by ten to fifteen pounds depending on environment and how plentiful prey is.
Appearance:
Nelio is a slice of handsome in a colorful world. His front half looks like that of a regular wolf, tawny with shades of dark, even black streaks along his chest and back. When he is out of the water near his paws are soft golden sock like streaks, almost white, quickly over-powered by the tawny of his natural color. There are a few flecks and places of bright blue placed along his chest and back as well.
However when he is in the water, or water touches him his tail appears as magic and takes over the lower half of his body. His tail is colored a shimmering navy blue, and as it moves inward the color becomes lighter, sparkling even brighter where there is light to be had. The tail’s scales begin in the middle of his spine and flow out until it almost looks like a miniature whale tale, but more delicate.
His eyes are very unusual swirling with seemingly different shades of silver depending on whether it is bright or dark. The silver seems to compliment his blue tail nicely, but because of the flecks of blue on his pelt, it would be rare for him to pass as a lupus within a well lit place. He does not care however, his pride in his own kind is overwhelming and he has no desire to “pass”.
His voice is melodic and full of range, though he rarely sings since he has become an adult. It is almost as though because he refuses to sing, the song will come out within his normal voice, if only to be heard one way or another. It would seem that even when Nelio is agitated or angry, his voice takes on the crescendo of music, haunting and never cracking no matter the volume.
Due to his clan being displaced by a drought (further explained below) he has had more than his fair share of walking on land. In his weaker moments his stumbling and wobbling become more pronounced. But the farther away from water he is, he may become more graceful that is true, but he also becomes agitated, needing to be around his own element, and he will even travel out of his territory to find a comfortable place. His legs and body are muscular, but his tail is by far the most muscled place on his body due to the swimming he has done for most of his life.
Other:
Mental
Strengths:
* Nelio is the kind of wolf who never takes anyone at their word directly. Unlike many other Cael who like to trust and are open-minded, Nelio is like the older generations of Cael. Because he tends to think of everyone as guilty before innocent, it saves him a lot of time and shock that others suffer from trying to give the benefit of the doubt.
* Nelio has perfected techniques for fighting within the water and on land to suit his size and weaknesses. Because of his muscular tail, not only is he fast within the water, battle maneuvers put out much more power even in the watery depths. On land he is more adept at bringing an enemy in close and dealing small, strong damaging blows than allowing his opponent to get far enough away to land heavy blows like most wolves do.
* Nelio is able to bring about calm with his appearance, voice, and general charming nature. He genuinely cares for others, seeing as he was raised in a tight knit community. He understands the need for authority, and rank but he also understands that all problems cannot be solved by bloodshed.
*Naturally he is a great swimmer, and can spend more time in the water than on land, making him an excellent scout of watery areas, and a good prey seeker within areas normal wolves would flounder.
*Because in his heart he is a communist, it can make him a rather charming male, bringing new meaning to flattering honesty. Nelio does not lie, but it would not be out of line for him to stretch the truth so it is just a hint on the line of a lie, but nothing can be proven.
* Within the community he was raised in herb lore was passed down, and even though the remedies he knows are limited by certain areas, he is able to recognize plants that can help a downtrodden wolf suffering from exhaustion, injuries, and even being close to birth.
Weaknesses:
* While Nelio is an excellent swimmer, and even well practiced on land, he has to be around water. This demands and determines where he calls home, and is often an inconvenience during severely hot and cold months.
* Nelio has never been one for severe forms of violence. Killing, murder, rape, all these things hit a nasty place with Nelio and bring out the worst in him. This is why he tries to remove himself from such scenes and find peaceful accommodations.
* Nelio, while being an understanding and peaceful wolf, is not so open to other kinds of wolves. He enjoys other Cael more than other types, and it often takes longer for other wolves to get to know the true nature of his personality.
*Most often by the look of him, other wolves like to try to take advantage or become violent with him. His coloring, and tail often make him look delicate and less than aggressively imposing. It has forced him to defend himself, not only mentally but physically.
Personality:
Nelio has a strong sense of tradition when it comes to his personality. While he does not begrudge females for fighting and hunting, he bears the burden of being a provider and defender. He is more than likely to either settle with one female in a secluded place, or mate with many, providing for as many as he can and being an integral part of their lives. Nelio is one male with whom many females do not mind being with, because he treats them all quite well.
While he has the power to be calming, soothing, and flirtatious, he often finds these roles exhausting after a period of time. Nelio can be found be found in a group without a problem, or he can be seen lounging in the water for some much needed alone time.
He is reliable, and caring to most all who come within his inner circle. But, there is a downside. When exposed to acts of violence, or cruelty it brings out the worst in Nelio and can force him into violent rages against the transgressor. His sense of justice becomes skewed when it comes to dealing with abusers and what he deems as evil.
Some would call him a slightly off Romeo, or a Knight, but he simply follows what he knows and what knowledge he has gathered from his travels. It has earned him a reputation as a heart breaker for those who tried to tie him down with anything other than kindness and honesty.
History:
Nelio was born into a rather large clan of Cael. They lived by a large lake and waterfall with dens carved into the rocks and land close by, which made life easier and food plentiful. He only had one sister born with him into a time of great prosperity. The lake not only supplied plenty of food, a playground for the young and much needed moisture, it brought a sense of community to the Cael.
As he was brought up Nelio was often known as a young flirt, and his sister hated it. She was a tomboy and broke many of the rules that the traditional clan, much to the shock of their parents. She was always tagging around with him and other boys, showing off and trying to make shows of strengths. He always tried to get her to stop doing stupid and dangerous things but she made a habit of always doing bigger and better things even at the expense of her body. One day, they all climbed to the top of the waterfall and were daring each other to jump off, and of course his sister was first in line.
He moved in to take her place, trying to back her up away from the edge, but as he moved closer trying to push her back the water droplets hit him and in one flush of movement his tail appeared. In the process of the change he yelped and slid back into the water. It was not one moment more that he went hurtling over the edge, his tail and upper body twisting and turning in the air. He splashed down in the water with what sounded like a sickening crack. All head and tails flung themselves into the water to save him. After a few long moments, Nelio surfaced much to the joy of the other Cael, young ones were sacred, for they carried on the bloodline of the future.
He pushed himself onto the shore, using what upper body strength he had, while suffering the pin pricks of muscle shock before he collapsed on the shore. He panted for a long moment before he began to ask for his sister. She had raced down the waterfall trail like the others, avoiding the water, but she remained in the shadows. His parents angrily called her forward and began to berate her for her constant foolishness, and through his half-lidded eyes he could see her shoulders slump and her eyes blaze in anger.
That night, Nelio lay in his own den in a low point in the rock off to the side when he heard someone padding quickly through the woods nearby. He pushed himself to wobbly legs and began to follow, immediately recognizing the scent of his sister..”Wait..!” He called after her, hoping she would stop. She whirled around on him, angry and full of rage, “Stop following me, I am leaving, you know they love you more, and I am not going to live my life sheltered and treated this way for being myself.” She spouted off the words and turned her back on him. “Its all well and good for you, you are the pup of their tradition, and they will always love you, but I am just too different..” He stood there, shocked and dismayed, debating on following her but decided instead to say, “I will always love you..I have tried to keep you safe…” But she was moving too fast to hear the words, and he turned and ran back to the clan as fast as he could.
When he arrived her told his parents and while they may not have agreed with her actions, they knew how vulnerable Cael were on the outside world without a source of water or shelter and protection. Many Cael went out that day and looked for her, but the trail was gone. Her ability to swim and her constant running and antics had proven useful to train her muscles for land traveling. His parents returned to the clan’s territory with heavy paws and heavy hearts.
Over the next couple of years, things slowly began to change in the clan’s territory. The seasons became warmer and even with the abundant waterfall, prey became more scarce. Soon after his third year the water and lake became even more scarce, and the Clan was forced to leave their sanctuary and attempt to find a new home. During the period of travel, many split off into smaller groups in hopes of finding better territory in smaller numbers. Soon enough they came to a beach on an island and he and his parents took to the water to travel to what they hoped would offer them salvation. But it was not too be so. A storm took to the water and separated him from his parents, and no matter how strong or fast he swam he was separated and thrown back up onto the beach. He lay there for days, not bothering to move from the waves, and dry off, not even bothering to hunt or eat. His way of life had been ripped from him in a matter of months and now he was cast along the land as though rejected from his own kind.
Finally, as the sun rose he drug his body onto the grass ground that met the beach and waited to dry. His silver eyes glinted with unshed tears, and his voice rose to sing a song of pure sorrow. His voice rang on and on, and soon he found himself dry and able to move. He spent the next year exploring near areas, trying to find a new water source, a new land, another Clan. It was during these travels that he wandered close to the Quesse Anar Clan, and now hopes to join their ranks, if only to grasp at some semblance of the life that was taken from him..
Other: N/A
