About
So, I see you wish to know a little more about me huh....very well then.
(My rp Character)
NAME: Keba (last name unkown)
AGE: 17
SPECIES: wolf (type unknown)
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 135
BIRTH DATE: 8/24
BIRTHPLACE: Unknown, Clan is hidden within the forest of Feila
FAMILY: Parents are members of The Spirit Claw Clan
Father: Hunter, top rank in clan. Has black fur with white streak on upper arm
Mother: Healer, uses herblore for sicknesses and wounds. Has brown fur with white patch of fur on left eye
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DRESS (Style, colors): Handcrafted, Keba has made them himself using leaves, bark and reeds. He also large, thick peices of bark on his shoulders and upper back as a sort of armor he wears under his vest
OTHER FACIAL FEATURES/OTHER APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Burned by the roots of the sacried tree, Keba posses black fur markings on his muzzle representing his exile. His apperince is lean yet strong from the years he spent living and surving alone in the forest
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Personality: Living as an outcast for several years, I have gotten used to living as a loner....an outsider. I does not trust anyone untill they prove themselves worthy o fit as well. My eyes, ears and nose are always alert for any signs of danger for one could not survive long in the forest without doing so. To those who I considers worth calling friends, I am a loyal, selfless, and friendly companion willing to help those who need it and will even but my own life on the line to save them if somthing should even begal them. As for my past, though I have told you, it is somthing I do not share to often
BIO/STORY:
Born in a small village close to the forest I always considered the forest my second home. I learned how to hunt, stalk, move silently through the most dead leaf filled areas and how to move into the shadows to become almost invisable from those close, all this from my father. From my mother I learned the ways of healing and plants, to use them as medicen for wounds and sicknesses.
When I reached the age of 10 the Elders decided it was best for the saftey of the village that I was exiled, due to a prophesy of a red fur wolf laying waste to their village. As I was lead to the sacried tree, surrounded on both sides by the members of the clan. I remember glancing at my parents, my mother crying in my fathers arms, I never knew this day would come but, in my heart, knew they did all they could.
Reaching the tree one of the elders held a burning root. Putting out the fire, 2 guards came up from behind me to hold me down as the elder began to burn the makings onto my muzzle while saying a small prayer...i can't recal what he said that day.
The smoldering pain was unbarable as the root seared my fur and flesh, and my cries of pain could be heard through the village. When it was over the guards realeased me letting me lay there on the ground as tears of pain and saddenss came forth.
As I layed there on the ground my fur slowly began to grow back but instead of the rich red color it once was, black fur came forth to make the mark perminent for all to see and to distinguish my exile. After a while I steadly got to my knees were the guards hoisted me up to my feet. "I hold my deepest remorse for you young one" the elder spoke softly as the guards led me out of the village into the forest beyond.
All that was 7 long years ago and the faces of my parents still haunt me in my dreams as well as the feeling of that fiery root searing my flesh.
from that day i have promised myself to find the reason of my exile to end my nightmares of my past...
~Keba
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you thought the big bad wolf was hungry...you never meet me >:3
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