Post by Grimwyck on Apr 24, 2011 14:03:09 GMT -5
~those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head~
Name: Tanner
(Last-name:) MacFennel
Gender: Male
Age: 17
~time is so short and I'm sure there must be something more~
Eyes: Green-hazel
Appearance: Black-brown hair, pale skin. The "dark" Irish look. Lithe, mid-height, long fingers. A crooked nose where it was broken.
Markings: A tattoo of a sparrow behind his left jaw bone.
~and since I fell for that spell I am living there as well~
(Village / Home:) Azalian Trailer Parks
(Family:) His pack; before he was changed, his little sister was the only member he was close to.
(Pack:) Saltren
(Pack Rank:) Middle wolf
~you didn't get to heaven but you made it close~
(Employment:) N/A
(School:) Cysrin High
Social Status: Relatively low
~you thought you might be a ghost~
Strengths: He is rather fast and has excellent reaction time; his sense of justice
Weaknesses: Can't fight against his friends; easily hurt (emotionally); his sense of justice
(Gift?) n/a
~you didn't get to heaven but you made it close~
Personality: Tanner is laid-back and friendly but prefers the company of outcasts and as such has very few friends. He is exceptionally loyal to his pack and his friends and would never raise a claw against his close pals (such as Xaen and other pack members). He likes to learn things but figures he'll probably just become a starving artist because it sounds fun. He's something of a thrill-seeker.
His sense of justice leads him to go after anyone he feels has wronged him or his friends, becoming a double-edged sword.
History: (w.i.p.) Turned around fourteen, he grew close to his pack leader. He met Xaen back in middle school, and they have been friends since. Not long ago, a loner stole the only possession he had ever considered precious, a necklace with a Celtic knot he had helped her carve. Distraught, he has asked Xaen to help him get it back, despite his leader warning him not to wander out so far while the humans feel so cautious about their pack.
Other: n/a
~those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head~
