Ruriel (werewolf)
Mar 21, 2013 21:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Nepherion on Mar 21, 2013 21:06:43 GMT -5
Ruriel ~Moonlit Wolf
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid
To fall
Other name: Beta, Night Stalker, Moon's gift, Ru-ru
Race: Werewolf
Side: Neither
Gender: Male
Magic User: No
Preferred Weapon(s): Claws, Teeth, Natural abilities, Raven Claw (dagger)
Birthplace: Ella Vannin
Age: 18
Birthday: October 8th
Eyes: crimson
Hair: silver/pinkish
Weight: 150
Height: 6'5"
Appearance
Listen to the voice of the night,
And there is where you will find
His unfathomable beauty
Ruriel has a darkened skin tone, much of his people does. But he is blessed with certain enhancing features to this fact. His tan features are similar to those of the people of Surda, though slightly lighter, being described more as russet and copper in color. Though this maybe the most straight-forwards trait, it would surely be the crimson color of his eyes that catches you. They are deep and relative as if always thinking of some pre-determined matter or possible danger. He is often caught gazing up at the night sky with a rare but peaceful smile on his face. It is best seen on the fullest of moons, when the stars twinkle and dance lightly around the moon's silver gleam. These rubies are set below thin silvery brows that on the left side or cut in two sections towards the end. Ruriel is truly handsome but in a way that can only be described as a rare mix of feminine and mysterious.
It is said that on the first full moon of the tenth summer of an Varúlfur's (werewolf's) life that they are naturally gifted with the body required to uphold their pride. In Ruriel's case he was given a finely toned body, built with lean and strong muscles. This mixed with his extreme height has given him a proportioned appearance, but its not to be mistaken for normal. He is quite easily as strong as an elf and as quick as one too. The youth's body is defined extensively and in to some degree is very much the a work of heavenly art. In the presence of the moon his figure can be considered by many to be inhuman or supernaturally beautiful.
His hair lays in such a manner that it can only be called unruly. Long, locks of silver fall down his cheek and forhead, and even long strands lays on his shoulders and rests on his muscular pecks (chest). His hair tends to be slightly spiky in the back before falling down to his mid-back in a straight silvery stream.
On his russet skin is several tribal tattoos that were etched into him by the magic that had transformed him into the Varúlfur form. Semi-circles are placed on his chest, and v-shaped lines go up the length of his forearm before reaching his wrists. On his shoulders are the same semi-circles that lay on his chest except smaller of course. His clothing can only be described as primitive. Around his shoulder is always the crimson cloth of his ancestral family and on his legs are white trousers, held up by a blue, thin sash of sorts. He wears nothing on his feet for his tribe believes in feelings the earth in their very souls.
Listen to the voice of the night,
And there is where you will find
His unfathomable beauty
Ruriel has a darkened skin tone, much of his people does. But he is blessed with certain enhancing features to this fact. His tan features are similar to those of the people of Surda, though slightly lighter, being described more as russet and copper in color. Though this maybe the most straight-forwards trait, it would surely be the crimson color of his eyes that catches you. They are deep and relative as if always thinking of some pre-determined matter or possible danger. He is often caught gazing up at the night sky with a rare but peaceful smile on his face. It is best seen on the fullest of moons, when the stars twinkle and dance lightly around the moon's silver gleam. These rubies are set below thin silvery brows that on the left side or cut in two sections towards the end. Ruriel is truly handsome but in a way that can only be described as a rare mix of feminine and mysterious.
It is said that on the first full moon of the tenth summer of an Varúlfur's (werewolf's) life that they are naturally gifted with the body required to uphold their pride. In Ruriel's case he was given a finely toned body, built with lean and strong muscles. This mixed with his extreme height has given him a proportioned appearance, but its not to be mistaken for normal. He is quite easily as strong as an elf and as quick as one too. The youth's body is defined extensively and in to some degree is very much the a work of heavenly art. In the presence of the moon his figure can be considered by many to be inhuman or supernaturally beautiful.
His hair lays in such a manner that it can only be called unruly. Long, locks of silver fall down his cheek and forhead, and even long strands lays on his shoulders and rests on his muscular pecks (chest). His hair tends to be slightly spiky in the back before falling down to his mid-back in a straight silvery stream.
On his russet skin is several tribal tattoos that were etched into him by the magic that had transformed him into the Varúlfur form. Semi-circles are placed on his chest, and v-shaped lines go up the length of his forearm before reaching his wrists. On his shoulders are the same semi-circles that lay on his chest except smaller of course. His clothing can only be described as primitive. Around his shoulder is always the crimson cloth of his ancestral family and on his legs are white trousers, held up by a blue, thin sash of sorts. He wears nothing on his feet for his tribe believes in feelings the earth in their very souls.
WOLF FORM
In Varúlfur form Ruriel is significantly taller than those of his tribe, only being shorter then the clan leader himself. The color of his fur is a moon silver , and is often looked upon as a good blessing in the midst of combat. This, mixed with the oddity that he is exceptionally proficient in combat as given him the responsibility of leading his pack into combat when his leader isn't in place. His crimson eyes for the most part stays the same, only gaining a bloody ethereal glow to them as a result of the magic boiling in his veins. Besides that he grows a rather long wolf-snout and sharp canines. In his case he easily stands at 7'1." tall, a extremely intimidating height for those that has never seen it, especially considering the muscular physique that werewolves possess in that form. When on all fours he appears to be a lion-sized wolf and arguably the largest of his clan, only being smaller than his father.
Personality
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow
Ruriel very much a recluse person, keeping his thoughts and emotions close to himself and never to anyone else. He cares deeply for those around him, mainly his pack and close friends. From time to time he even leaves the village unannounced, if only to get away and be alone. It is clear that above all else he values the time that he gets to himself. For being the only son of the chief of the pack often causes for him to have a busy schedule.
Besides his lack of a social life, Ruriel can often be called unpredictable, for his actions are often instinctive and quick. He has at times defended people and on others allowed what happen to happen. The only word that fully and will always describe Ruriel is mysterious. Among his brilliant beauty is a mystery that many wishes to uncover. Some people believe his lack of character to stem form his inability to find his mate. Its said that among the other clans and the she-wolves of his pack that none has been found. A mate is said to reside for all Varúlfur and is also said to keep the other half of one's soul. Of course these are all tall tales.
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow
Ruriel very much a recluse person, keeping his thoughts and emotions close to himself and never to anyone else. He cares deeply for those around him, mainly his pack and close friends. From time to time he even leaves the village unannounced, if only to get away and be alone. It is clear that above all else he values the time that he gets to himself. For being the only son of the chief of the pack often causes for him to have a busy schedule.
Besides his lack of a social life, Ruriel can often be called unpredictable, for his actions are often instinctive and quick. He has at times defended people and on others allowed what happen to happen. The only word that fully and will always describe Ruriel is mysterious. Among his brilliant beauty is a mystery that many wishes to uncover. Some people believe his lack of character to stem form his inability to find his mate. Its said that among the other clans and the she-wolves of his pack that none has been found. A mate is said to reside for all Varúlfur and is also said to keep the other half of one's soul. Of course these are all tall tales.
--Likes: Moon, His pack, Istral
--Dislikes: War, Battle, Invaders, Magic
--Strengths: Close combat, Persuasive, Confidence, Survival skills
--Weakness: Magic, Empathetic
Family:
Mythrial (Father) - Alive - Chief
Kinuy (Mother) - Alive - Female Chief
History
I have died everyday
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid,
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid,
Ruriel was born to Mythrial and Kinuy (Foreststalker). His birth wasn't that exceptional, besides the fact that he was the chief's son and to be the next clan leader. Unlike most of the Varúlfurs, Ruriel was to be treated in the sternest manner and to be trained in the harshest of ways. This, in a sense is the cause for his exceptional physique, even among those of his own kind. Without knowing, Ruriel was carefully being brought up to take over as clan chief and was always been watched from the shadows.
At the age of ten Ruriel was escorted to a mountain range on the island of Ella Vannin. There, the crags and stretches of mountain was immensely large and was considered training when traversing them, even for those that were considered Varúlfur. Their twist and turns were meant to develop endurance, that along with their steep inclines and cliffs produced wonderful specimens of his clan and in a way gave them the ability to overpower their relatively close rivals. It was there that he trained for six cycles and developed most of his body.
When he returned to his clan he was greeted with respectful nods and bows, with some cheering on the side. It wasn't until later that night that he was told that not many Varúlfur had survived the vigorous training that came with the mountains and that the clans had recently been challenging them for their territory. His father who had accompanied him there was more than welcoming of a war and was prideful of his son's miraculously growth.
Overtime Ruriel competed in several battles and was eventually placed in high esteem among his clan's warriors, for no Varúlfur was just given respect. Even the son of the clan's chief was forced to take it. In the midst of the fifth clan raid though, Ruriel was forced to see a many of his comrades killed and after that a drastic change occurred in him. Though he participated in the battles, it was obvious that he detested them. He begin to go on longer runs for sustenance and often returned the next morning. Many, believes this is because of his young age and his exposure to blood, but his father simply calls its a phase.
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