maroon (done)

[grimm]

MAROON

I'm gonna make you bend and break;
the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics.

BIRTH NAME: maroon
NICKNAMES: none
GENDER: male
MILESTONE: five years old
SPECIES: canine
BREED: coyote
LOYALTY: beast
SEXUALITY: bisexual
POWER: pheromones

say a prayer but let the good times roll;
the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks.

HEIGHT: 26in. at the shoulders
WEIGHT: 20kg.
COAT COLOUR: mottled browns, reds, and grays, lightens up around the face and paws, darkens on his hind quarters
EYE COLOUR: large, light brown to yellow
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: overly fluffy
OVERALL APPEARANCE: a four legged specimen of average quality. he is by no means overtly handsome, with dashing pouring out of every vein. but by the same degree he isn't ugly looking either. he looks like your best friend, the guy you want to hang out with, or stay up late with talking. being a coyote he is more slender than a wolf, but he is larger and more powerful than a fox. his legs and body have a fair amount of slim muscle, better used for running than fighting. his face is cute, extra thick fur adorns his head and it curls a tiny bit at the ends, giving him a fluffy look. his pelt is a multitude of colors, the typical coyote look. the base coat is a light eggshell color, and the over coat is a mix of gray, red, and brown. he keeps himself looking nice and carries himself with pride and purpose. every movement has meaning and nothing is wasted or excessive.

in case god doesn't show, let the good times roll;
the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind.

LIKES: physical contact, the thrill of the chase, cuddles, exploring, the night sky, fire
DISLIKES: being lonely, expressing himself, people touching "his things", old meat, being trapped
STRENGTHS: decent sprinter, quick witted, very intelligent
WEAKNESSES: easily loses interest, doesn't finish what he starts, lacks brute strength
DESIRES: true love, to understand his purpose
SECRETS: never happy with himself
PHOBIAS: katagelophobia (fear of ridicule)
OVERALL PERSONALITY: at heart maroon is not a bad creature, and he has no ill-intentions for others. the creature he is hardest on is himself. he doesn't know why he exists on this earth and that drives him to insanity. there is this greatness inside of him, something he recognizes, but he doesn't know why or what to do with this greatness. he is consistently in search of things to give meaning to his life, a purpose. but he grows bored quickly and if something comes easily he gives up on it. however, the more something fights him the more he wants it. he knows a little about a great deal of things but a lot about nothing. at the center of his search for purpose and deeper meaning is his search for love and affection. love confuses maroon, and his powers don't help him understand it any better. love is two sided in his views, sexual and emotional... and he doesn't know which should come first. from this comes confusion, and self-doubt. and so he can't be happy, and he will never be until he finds a way to be happy with himself and who he is.

and I want these words to make things right;
the history. the history. the history. the history.

BIRTHPLACE: distant land
SIRE: denver, knavish rogue
DAME: camilla, daughter of someone important
SIBLINGS: navy ( twin sister )
LOVERS: n/a
OFFSPRING: n/a
OTHER: n/a
HISTORY: the suave loner denver fell in love with camilla, the girl with the toughest father around. no one was good enough for her in his eyes. so denver swept her away one night. totally cliched and romantic. and once they were safely away from daddy they fell into a comfortable lull, living their days in the way some only dream of. they had two beautiful pups the next spring, a son and daughter, maroon and navy. navy was maroon's primary playmate for his entire childhood. they got into trouble, got out of trouble, learned, fought, and loved each other like good siblings. but eventually his dear navy drifted away from him, first for afternoons, and then for days at a time. her family wasn't sure where she went; but they weren't concerned, as long as she kept coming home. one day she left, and didn't come back like usual. after a week of being gone maroon left home as well to try and find his sister. he still hasn't found her. part of him has given up searching, but part of him always wonders about her.

but it's the wrongs that make the truth come to life;
about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me.

NAME: grimm
AGE: 20
GENDER: female
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
CODE WORD: carpe diem
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

The world delivered him to the borders of this land safely. He was thankful for that, an easy trip was always something that he hoped for. When he woke up in the morning, ready to eat up distance and tread the ground under his paws, he was always willing to face whatever came his way. When all that came his way was a hot sun and lack of company he wasn't complaining. A traveling companion would be nice now and again... someone to talk with, cuddle with when the nights got cold, bond with. But surely they'd get on his nerves so quickly he'd be ready to bite their head off the first chance he got. He sighed heavily as he walked on. Right... it's better being alone, and the more he reminded himself of that the more and more he started to believe that lie.

He spotted something that looked like a good place to sleep. The trick was finding something that looked unappealing to everything else that walked by. Then he could sleep peacefully without someone coming along and wanting to share the space. He found a fallen log. It was half eaten up by the ground already, but there was some space enough to still squeeze under it, a hollowed out cavern where rain washed away the dirt but the tree prevented more from filling it in. He crouched down near the opening and used his paws to quickly and expertly widen the opening. He squeezed his lithe body into the hole and immediately found warmth. It was welcoming. He exhaled deeply and then curled his body up on the chilled ground, his tail over his nose to keep his face warm. Sweet dreams Maroon, and maybe tonight is the night you find what you're looking for.

word count: 300

[Camerlengo]