Post by coal on Mar 23, 2003 11:21:58 GMT -5
Name : Coal Arbaya
Age : Unknown
Race : An ancient race, of an elvish wolf!
Description : An elf to sight, pointy ears, an ageless face. However he has the characteristics of a wolf, golden eyes, alike to a wolves, with the site of a wolf, his teeth, are enlarged and sharp, alike to a wolves, and his hearing is as sharp as a wolves!
History : Coal grew up working a blacksmiths with his father, he enjoyed working with the fine details of metal working, enjoyed the heat from the forges, enjoyed the ringing sound of the hammer on the anvil. However, Coals real passion lay within words, writings of sweet nothings about life, love, hate, death. Many hours did he spend writing stories, poems, in verse or prose. He could do anything with words, he could give a definition to time, he could describe the beaty of a rose with a single word.
When Coal reached fourteen years of age, his father died. He suffered a serious burn which forced him into a panic attack, the surgeons said he died of shock. Coal was lost and in despair, he had so many thoughts of pain and sorrow, but they all were jumbled and mixed, he lost the talent to put his thoughts into writing, and to the people around him, he was seemingly lost, the mark's that signed him as gone, were his eyes, they had changed colour after his fathers death, changed to a deep golden colour, similar to a wolves. It was this that marked his as a descendant of ancient blood, of a blood which only belonged to a select few elves.
His anscesters were at a peace with wolves, they were at one with wolves, the basically were wolves. They hunted with the wolves, went to war with the wolves. Coal realised his kin was among wolves soon after his fathers death, and spent many long years searching for his own kind. His personal reasons were clear, he wished only to find again his love for writing, to once again be at harmony with words.
"I have come here today, to ask a favour of you, allow me to join you, allow me to run and hunt with you wolves as my ancestors used to! Allow me to refind creativity and allow me to be happy!"
Age : Unknown
Race : An ancient race, of an elvish wolf!
Description : An elf to sight, pointy ears, an ageless face. However he has the characteristics of a wolf, golden eyes, alike to a wolves, with the site of a wolf, his teeth, are enlarged and sharp, alike to a wolves, and his hearing is as sharp as a wolves!
History : Coal grew up working a blacksmiths with his father, he enjoyed working with the fine details of metal working, enjoyed the heat from the forges, enjoyed the ringing sound of the hammer on the anvil. However, Coals real passion lay within words, writings of sweet nothings about life, love, hate, death. Many hours did he spend writing stories, poems, in verse or prose. He could do anything with words, he could give a definition to time, he could describe the beaty of a rose with a single word.
When Coal reached fourteen years of age, his father died. He suffered a serious burn which forced him into a panic attack, the surgeons said he died of shock. Coal was lost and in despair, he had so many thoughts of pain and sorrow, but they all were jumbled and mixed, he lost the talent to put his thoughts into writing, and to the people around him, he was seemingly lost, the mark's that signed him as gone, were his eyes, they had changed colour after his fathers death, changed to a deep golden colour, similar to a wolves. It was this that marked his as a descendant of ancient blood, of a blood which only belonged to a select few elves.
His anscesters were at a peace with wolves, they were at one with wolves, the basically were wolves. They hunted with the wolves, went to war with the wolves. Coal realised his kin was among wolves soon after his fathers death, and spent many long years searching for his own kind. His personal reasons were clear, he wished only to find again his love for writing, to once again be at harmony with words.
"I have come here today, to ask a favour of you, allow me to join you, allow me to run and hunt with you wolves as my ancestors used to! Allow me to refind creativity and allow me to be happy!"
