Post by Turin on Jun 25, 2006 17:18:30 GMT -5
Whoo! First charrie! Sorry about the lame picture. Did it in like an hour.
-Basics-
Name: Turin Petrove (TOO-rin pet-ROVE)
Species: Grey Wolf (12/16ths)/Bloodback(3/16ths)/Whiteback(1/16th)
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Height: 4 foot 2 inches
Weight: 145 pounds
Original Pride/Pack:
Pack: None (Parents both natives that wandered into outsider territory.)
Parents:
Mother- Eira Flamestance (1/8 Whiteback, 7/8 Grey Wolf)
Father- Balster Petrove (1/4 Bloodback, 3/4 Grey wolf, Foreigner from North Countries.)
Siblings: None.
Mate:
None.
Spawn: Kitana Petrove.
-Appearance-
Turin is built very much like his father, with very little Whiteback qualities. Being only 1/16th of the breed, the only quality he retails appearence wise is a set of bright white paws and white tail tip. Turin is of average height for a Bloodback, being only slightly taller than a grey wolf. He has adapted and mixed Bloodback and Grey wolf to a unique but monichrome build. He is very muscular and stocky, each leg thick and each paw wide and almost bear-like. he is of average length for a grey wolf, and is putting on a bit of extra weight, being that he isn't as active as in his warrior days.
Turin's coat is shabby, but in his youth it had every textural quality of a bloodback. Thick and wooly, his shaggy fur is thickest around his neck and allows for very little distinction between his chest and jawline. Turin's coat is for the most part, a warm, welcoming grey. The grey is darkest down his spine and lighter along his underbelly and chest, fading into a pure white chinstrap along his jaw. because his family lived in the northeast, their coats have adapted to adjust to both the cold temperatures and wetness of the coast.
His eyes glowed with an electric sky blue in his youth, but have long since dulled into ice-blue pools with a surprisingly welcoming shimmer. Adapting some white coat pattern from the whitebacks, what makes his peltage special is the bright white markings. Yes he has a white muzzle and a white tipped tassel (like his mother), but the most curious thing is his back. Yes, Along his spine drew a thick white blaze, tapering at either end. Another line lay across his shoulder blades, forming a cross. A White cross on a wolf? You better believe it. Striking clean against his greyscale coat, the distinctive cross is what makes Turin so recognsable from distances.
Finally, we come to Turin's voice. Turin's voice is deep and warm with a southern-type drawl, soothing and comforting while around pups and young adolescents. His tone changes out of habit however when he speaks to adults males or when the situation becomes grave. Changing into bark-like commands, his tone becomes gruff and commanding with a confident air.
-Personality-
The first word that accurately describes Turin is fatherly. Put on this earth to ensure the well-being of youth, Turin takes pride in passing on knowledge and guiding pups towards their futures. Even if they aren't his, Turin is known to become a father figure to many wolves, even adults. whether you need someone to play with or someone to cuddle into at night and cry into, Turin is a skillful father and enjoys the presence of youth.
Turin, like many wolves, also has a flip side. Due to his duties through out his life, Turin has become accustomed to giving orders and taking charge. He is a warrior at heart, and posesses skills and bravery only a wolf of his growing age could posess. Skilled in battle, Turin is not so much fast-reacting as near infallible due to his substantial weight.
He loves being near streams and rivers, the water soothing his inner beast. He dislikes storms but loves the feel of a forest. As for wolves, he prefers laid back wolves who can listen to a good yarn, but also enjoys helping out vargs in need. He is disgusted by the ignorant youths, also by Alphas who show no flexibility or compassion.
-History-
His mother was a tramp. Plain and simple. Although she never carried pups, she mated at least 6 or 7 males among the pack in the north. Her great-grandmother was one of the Whitebacks, a seductive and cunning female who fled from the pack and ran north to mate with her great-grandfather, a grey wolf. The pack was a small one, but each and every wolf was pure grey. One of which was a very enticing but angry male dubbed Starter, whom she left upon the arrival of a certain stranger. He was gorgeous, strong and athletic with deep cunning and a smile to faint even the homeliest of females. He was Balster Petrove, a male from the north west who had a Bloodback grandfather. He was as black as his grandfather, with all the red markings to match. Immediately the two were paired, to the dismay of Starter. From day one he planned his revenge, her time would end.
Of course the pretty pair mated, spawning merely 1 pup. Although this was a small litter, it was made up for by the large litters of other pack pairs. They named him Turin, a name meaning Victorius. He grew for six months, though not quite the looker many thought the offspring of 'the gods' would be. Truth be told, he was an ugly pup. 6 months passed, 6 glorious and happy months spent playing with the other pups and living life to the fullest. Although the adults noticed when the most beautiful female didn't return for weeks, but no one informed Turin upon his mother's murder. All he knew was His father went away to visit his brother in another pack, and mother went out for a drink. Starter followed, returning with blood on his paws. Eira wasn't missed by the pack, as Starter was the alphen advisor and persuaded everyone that she was a burden to the pack.
Raised by the Delta Female as his mother figure, he realised around his 1st birthday that he wanted to be a warrior like his mentor. Her life was so glamourous... Leaving the pack for a few days, fighting and winning, and then returning as a hero. He wanted to be that hero. He trained an fought, winning the spot of warrior ultimately. His wisdom grew as he trained alongside the mage's son and befriended him into learning his father's tricks. He was promoted to Delta, Happier than he'd ever been. But one thing nagged at him. What had happened to his mother? He tracked down the information and killed Starter, now an old wolf. Blood on his paws, he realised how horrible fighting really was. He'd never killed before... This was not the life he wanted.
Speaking with the old Alpha, the alpha being in his 7th year, He resigned from Delta and was ready to become a hunter or something.
"The blood's not worth it sir." He said sadly as he looked to his feet. Yerov, the alphen, smiled and laughed.
"All's Not over yet Turin my boy." He mutered, looking to the packlands. Sooner than Turin could protest, He was proclaimed the new Alpha. With this dawning, he was given a new outlook on life, and a new start to it as well.
By the end of the month, Alkina Jheran, a rogue female who had joined the pack recently, became his mate and they had pups. Two were born, though one died in infancy. Kitana became his pride and joy, his only muse. She grew up awkwardly, though one male thought her stunning. A young male by the name of Felter Allscythe approached him one day, wishing to mate Kitana. Turin became enraged and automatically gave Kitana's Paw to a young heir from another pack. Felter fumed and Challenged Turin to a match for her paw. It lasted three hours before Felter's head hit the ground in a final blow.
"Leave now and never return you insolent whelp." Spat Turin. The after effects lasted longer than he thought... The image of Felter scampering tail-tucked into the forest reigned in his dreams. How could he banish a wolf? But even worse, He couldn't let his precious Kitty mate with that womaniser... That rogueish, silver-tongued male that was Felter.
4 years after his birth, right down to the hour, his mate Alkina and Kitana were celebrating in the meadows next to the pack forests. Scouts issued from the forest, and Turin knew that the Human clan was out hunting. Alkina and Kitana hurried into the den, Turin remaining outside to keep watch. He fought with the humans, but was uncerimniously clubbed over the head by a wild-looking woman and carried back to their camp. The eldest woman was about to skin him, when she noticed the lovely marking on his back. Calling her Cheif to inspect him and ask if the Cheif would like such a well-marked pelt for clothing, the ruckus woke up a very sedated-looking Turin. Snarling and snapping at the Cheif, he managed to cause enough racket to escape once the other members of the ribe tried to protect their startled leader.
Returning home, Alkina spat upon him and left him for another wolf. She claimed he left her on purpose, and ignored his pleas. The scent of human still upon his pelt, he was about to leave when his daughter promised she would find him when she was 4 years old. That date will come when Turin is nearly 8 years old. Deciding his best bet was to head west, he was told by some elders that his great-grandfather (father's side) had lived out his days in a pleasent land. Deciding it was better than nothing, Turin arrives at his father's homelands with nothing to his name and a drooping heart.
-Website-
Err... Unwritten Legacies? (Check the affiliates at the bottom of the page.)
-Pictures-
No current drawings of him, but I'm working on one. ^^