I'm gonna, open him to rp now, if anyone wants to ))
I'm not sure on all his info yet, I think he sorta looks like a Malcolm, any suggestions?
But yeah anyway, a little creation of mine, if you've never seen a maned wolf, seancrane.com/blogphotos/maned… this is one. So he's like most werewolves, but his limbs are as a wolf and or werewolf are considerably longer.
I'm almost set on him being 2nd gen but I'm not entirely sure, again, suggestions are welcomed.
What I do know is that his parents own an inn and pub in the wolf kingdom.
He has a thing for plaid obviously, I think it suites him.
age: 20 (maybe, not entirely sure)
personality: Very friendly and personable. He's just generally very open to people, even the one's he doesn't really know yet. He likes to meet the new people that happen to come through the wolf kingdom and stay at their inn, hearing stories of their travels and what not. (though his dad will tell him to stop bugging the customers) He just finds a lot of things both in and especially out of the kingdom really interesting.
He likes to lounge, crack jokes, wrestle, get drunk with the moon shine they keep stocked up on.
He knows how to whip up some pretty good drinks.
He likes his job, but he would really like to do a little traveling of Ooo first before settling down and possibly taking over for his parents.
my kik is Lazycatlady
my facebook is Mariely Marsbar
But glob was it humid out, he let out a huff and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the red, curled parts of his hair stuck a bit to his face while the black parts stuck to the skin of his neck. He made a mental note to start carrying a tie around if he wanted to keep that part of his hair up and feel cooler in heat like this. For now though he would just have to focus on getting home.
It was then on his walk that he happened to spot someone sitting beneath some near by trees. He hadn't seen someone like them-or rather her, it looked like, before. Certainly never one with such an odd disk like thing, floating over their head, which was pretty interesting. So while he was passing he decided to give the girl a friendly wave. "Howdy there~ "
As the sun beat down harder, and shifted in the sky, Fifer backed up a little further under the tree, tilting her head back to look up at her disk. Almost as if it had been commanded, her disk shrunk to a tiny size, and she pulled it out of its hovering spot above her, and tucked it in her pocket.
He was then surprised to see that over sized disk of her's turn small and how she simply plucked it from the air and tucked it away. Though he tried not to make a habit of staring, snapping his attention from it to her again. "So-how come ya'll are sittin out here in the heat? If ya don't mind my askin. "
Malcolm: *The maned werewolf was doing various chores on the first floor of the inn that day. He'd done thing such as wipe and polish the banisters to the stairs, to sign a few guests in and out, and now he was just doing some sweeping. Not that there was too much to sweep up since they kept up with things so well on a daily basis. He heard the little jingle of the front door then, meaning that someone was coming in and turned his head a midst his sweeping to see a young lady had come in. She clearly wasn't one of the kingdom, not that, that was a problem, not at all, he loved when they got outsiders.* "Well Howdy there ma'am, welcome to the Full Moon Inn, guaranteed that you'll have a howlin good time. " He said their greeting in a cheery tone with a toothy smile.
Sophia: Upon hearing the voice of a male, she looked over at who exactly the sound came from and became a bit surprised. It wasn't her first time meeting someone like this, but his whole cheery outside demeanor made her even more interested in getting to know him a little better. "A fine howdy to you too." Her interest in studying him more was interrupted as she pounding pain from her wrongfully chosen shoes started to return. "It seems that I’m in a bit of a mess you see.. I hurt my ankle earlier and now my feet are hurting pretty bad.. Would it be alright if I could rest up for a little while until the swelling goes down? I can pay you of course. Money is not much of a problem nor a hassle."
He was tall... really... really... tall, Somewhere deep inside the little Damphir clearly felt her pride hurt once again by another tall fellow, she practically had to raise her head up just to look at him.
Straightening her back she dusted off the dirt bits on her clothes stretching her arms a bit, "Are you the owner of this place?" She asked while brushing off the remnants of muck stuck in her hair, she looked around it wasn't much of a familiar sight, "W--wait where am I?"
The crested jay was taking her usual flight alone in her avian form through above a forest canopy. She liked having these kinds of flights just to get away from the day's stressful mishaps on her ship and among her crew. Though lately, having little pleasures like these were hard to come by now and again. She decided to dive down and land in the forest somewhere. Shen she got there, she landed on a boulder on the forest floor, not in the mood to land in a tree. She puffed out her feathers and started preening them out of boredom, "...Aye...the wind's gettin' rougher on my feathers by the day...." she thought to herself.