Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 10:47:17 GMT -6
OOC
Name: Fenny
Years RPing: 4+ years (but haven't done any in a couple, so may be rusty)
Slot Used: Free slot
How You Found Us: Top Wolf RPs
General
Name: Ferrin
Birthday: May 2, 2015
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Physical
Height: 34"
Weight: 140 lbs
Coat Color: Grey with white underbelly
Eye Color: Yellow
Health Issues: Overweight
Other Information: N/A
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:The small pack Ferrin would be born into was just four members strong when the little lump entered the world. His father (the stern alpha male of the pack), his mother (the doting, kind-hearted alpha female), and two other males; he wouldn’t remember much about those two, due to his upbringing. Making their home in central Anikira, a mild winter had blessed the pack with an unusually bountiful season leading up to the spring of 2016. Sadly, despite this fortune Ferrin would be the only pup of his litter that survived, the rest resulting in stillbirth. Guilt-stricken, his mother focused all her attention of the lone pup, doting and spoiling Ferrin as he grew up. This was reasonable by the others for a time, but eight months in tensions began to rise. Despite growing plump and health as a result of the sole benefit of resources, his mother refused to allow Ferrin to wander out of the den, let alone go hunting, for fear of him getting hurt. Ferrin, all too happy to spend his days napping in the den, never argued with this logic, but his father grew more and more frustrated. Food had been plentiful that summer, however, and the pack made do.
The winter of 2017 was not as forgiving. The unusually harsh cold drove away most prey and made hunting difficult. Having finally forced his mate to allow Ferrin come hunting, he was worse than useless, his clumsy gait scaring away what little game there was. Despite the times being lean, the ever-doting mother would sneak Ferrin bits of her meal under the noses of the other pack members; when he found out, his father was furious. The three males, lean and starving, chased out the chubby adolescent despite his mother’s pleading, warning that he was no longer welcome. If they ever saw him again, his own father warned, they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Betrayed, heartbroken, and terrified, he turned tail and ran into the snow. He never saw his family again.
Feeling betrayed and alone, Ferrin begin wandering the cold, snowy plains. Due in part to his bulk, partly to blind luck, he managed to survive until the winter thawed out into spring. Slowly but surely the fully grown-but-inept brute taught himself how to feed himself; this mostly came down to trundling after hares and, winded and panting, waiting at the entrance of their dens until they poked their heads out. Needless to say, Ferrin only ever tended to catch particularly stupid rabbits.
Currently, having wandered aimlessly and alone for roughly a year, Ferrin was starting to finally grow tired of the taste of harebrained hares. He was much too slow to successfully chase anything he couldn't wait out, however, and even if he could, he was just one wolf. Perhaps, he thought, he needed to finally find some friends? Randomly picking a direction, the tubby canine began to wander, only ever stopping for the occasional snack, nap, breather, time out, lunch break, or ‘me time’.
Personality:Despite his potentially intimidatingly-sized frame, Ferrin is a complete softy, literally and figuratively. Emphatic to a fault, the big guy generally just wants to be friends with everyone. That doesn't mean he's overly social, however; on the contrary, having been more-or-less alone for a good chunk of time, he often comes across as quiet and awkward with those he doesn't know. Once he gets to know somebody, however, you can't get him to shut up; favorite topics include food, naps, snacks, sleep, and snack-based naps.
Due in large part to his sheltered up-bringing, Ferrin hasn't had much of a chance to develop any specific skills, beyond perhaps a slight proficiency to digging (if the rabbit doesn't come to you, you go to it). Despite his desire for any kind of companionship, his expulsion from his familial pack has left him incredibly anxious regarding pack interactions.
When push comes to shove, Ferrin will usually capitulate. He hates conflict and will go out of his way to avoid it...unless it comes to food, in which case, the big guy can get a bit aggressive. This general aversion to conflict can come across as cowardice, which is a fair observation; however, having been wandering alone for some time, Ferrin has never had any friends to potentially stick up for. Perhaps he's a big squishy hero waiting for his moment to shine? .... probably not.
Image:
Name: Fenny
Years RPing: 4+ years (but haven't done any in a couple, so may be rusty)
Slot Used: Free slot
How You Found Us: Top Wolf RPs
General
Name: Ferrin
Birthday: May 2, 2015
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Physical
Height: 34"
Weight: 140 lbs
Coat Color: Grey with white underbelly
Eye Color: Yellow
Health Issues: Overweight
Other Information: N/A
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:The small pack Ferrin would be born into was just four members strong when the little lump entered the world. His father (the stern alpha male of the pack), his mother (the doting, kind-hearted alpha female), and two other males; he wouldn’t remember much about those two, due to his upbringing. Making their home in central Anikira, a mild winter had blessed the pack with an unusually bountiful season leading up to the spring of 2016. Sadly, despite this fortune Ferrin would be the only pup of his litter that survived, the rest resulting in stillbirth. Guilt-stricken, his mother focused all her attention of the lone pup, doting and spoiling Ferrin as he grew up. This was reasonable by the others for a time, but eight months in tensions began to rise. Despite growing plump and health as a result of the sole benefit of resources, his mother refused to allow Ferrin to wander out of the den, let alone go hunting, for fear of him getting hurt. Ferrin, all too happy to spend his days napping in the den, never argued with this logic, but his father grew more and more frustrated. Food had been plentiful that summer, however, and the pack made do.
The winter of 2017 was not as forgiving. The unusually harsh cold drove away most prey and made hunting difficult. Having finally forced his mate to allow Ferrin come hunting, he was worse than useless, his clumsy gait scaring away what little game there was. Despite the times being lean, the ever-doting mother would sneak Ferrin bits of her meal under the noses of the other pack members; when he found out, his father was furious. The three males, lean and starving, chased out the chubby adolescent despite his mother’s pleading, warning that he was no longer welcome. If they ever saw him again, his own father warned, they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Betrayed, heartbroken, and terrified, he turned tail and ran into the snow. He never saw his family again.
Feeling betrayed and alone, Ferrin begin wandering the cold, snowy plains. Due in part to his bulk, partly to blind luck, he managed to survive until the winter thawed out into spring. Slowly but surely the fully grown-but-inept brute taught himself how to feed himself; this mostly came down to trundling after hares and, winded and panting, waiting at the entrance of their dens until they poked their heads out. Needless to say, Ferrin only ever tended to catch particularly stupid rabbits.
Currently, having wandered aimlessly and alone for roughly a year, Ferrin was starting to finally grow tired of the taste of harebrained hares. He was much too slow to successfully chase anything he couldn't wait out, however, and even if he could, he was just one wolf. Perhaps, he thought, he needed to finally find some friends? Randomly picking a direction, the tubby canine began to wander, only ever stopping for the occasional snack, nap, breather, time out, lunch break, or ‘me time’.
Personality:Despite his potentially intimidatingly-sized frame, Ferrin is a complete softy, literally and figuratively. Emphatic to a fault, the big guy generally just wants to be friends with everyone. That doesn't mean he's overly social, however; on the contrary, having been more-or-less alone for a good chunk of time, he often comes across as quiet and awkward with those he doesn't know. Once he gets to know somebody, however, you can't get him to shut up; favorite topics include food, naps, snacks, sleep, and snack-based naps.
Due in large part to his sheltered up-bringing, Ferrin hasn't had much of a chance to develop any specific skills, beyond perhaps a slight proficiency to digging (if the rabbit doesn't come to you, you go to it). Despite his desire for any kind of companionship, his expulsion from his familial pack has left him incredibly anxious regarding pack interactions.
When push comes to shove, Ferrin will usually capitulate. He hates conflict and will go out of his way to avoid it...unless it comes to food, in which case, the big guy can get a bit aggressive. This general aversion to conflict can come across as cowardice, which is a fair observation; however, having been wandering alone for some time, Ferrin has never had any friends to potentially stick up for. Perhaps he's a big squishy hero waiting for his moment to shine? .... probably not.
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