MENELAUS -- m

[The Lunar ☮asis !]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/11weu5e.jpg] Name: Menelaus Gender: male Age: four years Pack: -- Rank: -- Quality: Regular Wolf Personality: Nearly no wolves know Menelaus' positive side of himself. He is a wolf that devotes himself to others, and things he believes in. Stubborn, and aggressive. Menelaus would set as a amazing leader, but this attitude of serving others has consumed him. He feels lost, not having orders to be taken. With out something to do, he would certainly gain an expression of being lost and confusion. He just doesn't know what to do with himself... He tends to suffer strange migraines and bursts of pains throughout his upper body. Menelaus wasn't always like this, it was what he was bred for and grew up with. Born to be a servant, but he refuses to be forced to such a title. Instead, he has made his own life, asking those who want to be HIS master. Menelaus is easily disappointed and views things negatively easily. It's something he hates himself for even more. It's natural beauty that captivates him the most, and his master whom he gives all his devotion to. Menelaus will do anything he is told, but only by his master, which he desires to much. He is a bit complex-- contradicting himself. He only wishes to serve a god, but often only under his account. Appearance: Some say his shadow is always larger than his actual form. He gives off an extremely serious expression to most wolves that he is unknown to. Others see a calmer, and more comfortable side of him once he has come to trust them. His build is rather larger, built for strength, along side stealth. His legs are huge, giving him excessive power and speed. Paws, containing talon's so tainted and large. His pelt is fairly thick and long, giving off a silky and soft look. An undercoat as white as snow, while his top coat is dusted with silver. Starting between his eyes to the back of his neck, their is elongated silver hair flowing to the sides. Giving him a wise and intelligent expression. But is it all for show? For his eyes are a pale and misty blue. Yet these are the doors to the soul, and his appear so empty and sad. History: {first person:: THIS history doesn't relate to the sites plot, however it sculpts much of his personality} I was born into a caste system you could say. Born lowest of the low, in the dirt. I hardly even seen my mother after the first few months of my birth. While I never even knew who my father was. The corruption in this world was to no end. Yet I was raised by wise and lower class wolves. Learning the ways to serve royalty in protection and health. I had no desire for this, all the wolves here were selfish idiots. Blinded by their 'royal rights and blood', more like Incest. I despise anything dealing with my birth place. Thus I took the chance of running away, risking my life and freedoms. Yet before I came to Traum, about a year ago I met Noir. She was older than me, beautiful and so wise. Her pelt glew with the moonshine and her eyes glistened with devotion and undefined loyalty. Yet as my useless life pondered into hers, she accepted me. Accepted my request to become my master, for she was very well into that natural also. She was a wanted refugee of royalty herself, but so much different... We became close, often doing our own private interventions for the world, not that many could do anything to save this tainted world. It was until the single day I left her side, when she was attacked by rogue wolves. I had run to her dieing body, the scent of her pure blood filling the whole earth it seemed. We spoke for a while, as the wounds throughout her body would be the end of her. Yet the words I remember most were, {'Menelaus, you have been too good to me. I love and thank you for that, for accompanying me in my last year and protecting me. But... you need to love yourself more Menelaus..} Her last word was my name, so happy yet so sad as she glanced into my eyes for the last time. I now have... wasted my life doing nothing, I have wondered to Traum with no motives or intentions. I still wanted to live, I was afraid to die... Yet I still would have taken Noir's place. Now, I live a life of nothing and I know I need something...

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[Orron]

Servant wolves were always my favorite to roleplay. He's a handsome boy. <3

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