Post by paradox on Dec 14, 2008 14:46:14 GMT -6
Racingsun
Twenty-nine
Warrior, specialized as a watchmen
Solclan
His hair is a dish-water blonde color, and somehow maintains a windswept-look. His eyes are the color of melted chocolate, gentle and understanding, contradicting his secluded persona. He’s rather tall, standing at nearly six-foot-five-and-one-half, and has equally large hands, ears and feet. His tail and ears are a charcoal color, clashing against his hair, and looking slightly out-of-place.
Racingsun has a darker personality than his sister, preferring to keep to himself, and watch from afar. His somewhat stoic and composed persona, tends to make him seem aloof when he speaks, however he acts as a mentor to anyone who needs help. Easily one of the smarter clan members he’s out to protect his kin and his clan, helping out whenever necessary. Best at watchman’s duties he’ll keep at least one eye on the territory making sure it’s secure.
Born and raised in Solclan he was happy to become a brother, and made sure his little sister was protected, living by a motto of brothers are born first to protect the siblings that will come. He trained rigorously as a warrior, specializing in the watchmen duties. He was on a path to iminate success, but then something outside of his calculations occurred, the death of his mother. He had always worried about her, but she kept telling him, that it would all be okay. As a child he bought this, but it became clear that it wouldn’t be okay, and he prepared himself for what was to come.
Ever since the death of his mother, Racingsun grew very protective of his younger sister Blazingheart. However he knew what fate ultimately had in store for her, he knew the symptoms, it was unmistakable… he ignored it though and tried to ensure her happiness, even if it cost him his own.
Well-versed in judo, he typically doesn’t carry weapons, however he always wears a sort of gauntlet over his left arm; the knuckles are claw-like and very sharp, causing a lot of damage to an enemy when punched.
Twenty-nine
Warrior, specialized as a watchmen
Solclan
His hair is a dish-water blonde color, and somehow maintains a windswept-look. His eyes are the color of melted chocolate, gentle and understanding, contradicting his secluded persona. He’s rather tall, standing at nearly six-foot-five-and-one-half, and has equally large hands, ears and feet. His tail and ears are a charcoal color, clashing against his hair, and looking slightly out-of-place.
Racingsun has a darker personality than his sister, preferring to keep to himself, and watch from afar. His somewhat stoic and composed persona, tends to make him seem aloof when he speaks, however he acts as a mentor to anyone who needs help. Easily one of the smarter clan members he’s out to protect his kin and his clan, helping out whenever necessary. Best at watchman’s duties he’ll keep at least one eye on the territory making sure it’s secure.
Born and raised in Solclan he was happy to become a brother, and made sure his little sister was protected, living by a motto of brothers are born first to protect the siblings that will come. He trained rigorously as a warrior, specializing in the watchmen duties. He was on a path to iminate success, but then something outside of his calculations occurred, the death of his mother. He had always worried about her, but she kept telling him, that it would all be okay. As a child he bought this, but it became clear that it wouldn’t be okay, and he prepared himself for what was to come.
Ever since the death of his mother, Racingsun grew very protective of his younger sister Blazingheart. However he knew what fate ultimately had in store for her, he knew the symptoms, it was unmistakable… he ignored it though and tried to ensure her happiness, even if it cost him his own.
Well-versed in judo, he typically doesn’t carry weapons, however he always wears a sort of gauntlet over his left arm; the knuckles are claw-like and very sharp, causing a lot of damage to an enemy when punched.