Post by †STAGE† on Jun 25, 2019 18:06:25 GMT -5
Hello, this will just be a detailed explanation of my character Stage. The only artwork I have of him is a free line-art drawing colored by me as my profile. Credits, of course, go to the original owner of the line-art. Their devaintart link is listed on my profile description. Go give them some love and support! Their artwork is amazing.
Stage
Age: 2-5 years old.
Nicknames: None yet!
Gender: Male
Breed: Grey wolf, strange marking unexplained to science.
Likings/Hatings:
Hates: Stage hates to get his white front paws dirty, he also doesn't like water much because of
him being very small for a male wolf, so he sometimes gets water in his nose.
Likes: Chilling in the woods and just being a slug around the place, not saying he's lazy, he loves a good hunt with his friends.
Personality: Shy, a to himself type, but when you get to know
him better, he becomes hard to stop talking. Kindhearted and a loyal friend.
Family
Mother & Father: Deceased, died in pack vs. pack battle
Siblings: None, born single pup.
Pack: Still looking, has a few friends but no pack yet.
Relationship Status
Not interested. (Yet)
Appearance
Stage's main fur color is grey. For a wolf he has strange markings, four circles, the middle white, and the other 3 black. Black under his tail, and black hind legs.
Light brown swerves into his coat blending into the grey. He has snow-white front paws and black claws on both his hind and front legs.
His face is splashed with white that goes to his cheeks and to the bottom of his muzzle. He has a pink nose and strange, violet eyes.
(Not sure if you can see my profile, if you can, I didn't do any mistakes.
As I said before, line-art credits go completely to the original owner.)
Backstory
In the far reaches of an unknown land, where the moon shines its brightest and wolves seem to rule the forests, a small pack grew, soon to be broken into many pieces. I was part of that pack, my name is Stage, I barely remember the night, the terrible night, that my pack was broken apart by an enemy group. I was only a month or so when it happened, the moon shone brightly, lighting up the small clearings in between the trees, the slight spring breeze and the rush of a nearby stream, pushed into full power by the spring melt. Unknown howls arose, crawling through the night sky as a eclipse to the sun. I was playing by the den when the pack stood to alert, my mother and nanny rushing me into the den, I was an only pup, a very special one too, I had markings unknown to the breed of wolf, I was the only one to inherit my mothers special marking types, so I had to be protected, I was the heir to our pack, the roots of the next generation. My father, a grand, strong alpha wolf stood to his paws, ears forward, alert, suddenly, then, it all happened in a second. Wolves, many, many wolves, outnumbering our pack by many, crashed through the stream, through the bushes. Chaos happened, blood, everywhere. Yelps, shattering the silent night. I didn’t want to stay, but I followed my mothers’ orders. I had to stay in the den, she told me so. I watched in horror as my siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles fell to the ground in a pool of blood, their yelps of pain cut short as death hovered over the clearing, the stinging putrid smell of blood everywhere. My father and mother attacked a wolf near me, I couldn’t watch, I turned my head away from the opening of the den, I heard my fathers last yelp, then silence, my mothers head, her eyes glazed over in shock, wide with fear, hurried me out of the den. I ran, I ran for my life into the forest, only turning back to see my mother fall, yelping in pain as teeth penetrated her skin. I turned away, not stopping running, after a while, I fell, falling asleep under a tree. I must’ve wandered for at least a year after that event, I was a loner now, I knew nothing but danger around every corner, but I had my own territory, a very, very small area in a valley uninhabited by any large packs, so long as I wasn’t bothered, I was happy and safe. Today, 3 years later from then, I am prepared for anything, able to take down deer, outsmart elk and bison. Sure, it is harder for me to hunt alone, only a 30-50% chance of a successful kill. I’m happy as I am, I want to be alone, that is why I do not have a pack. I don’t really need one. I can’t say I have no friends, I do now. I’m not as lonely as I was. I’m always looked at strangely by wolves, they have been afraid of me, sometimes, too. That is my small backstory, I hope you enjoyed. My name is Stage of the dancing Moonbeam, but please, call me only Stage. Goodbye for now, fellow wolf, I’ll see you again some day!
Photos
None yet, (except for profile image) I'll see if I can draw him. I've got a traditional piece of him I'm thinking of making digital.
Edit:
Theme song:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=06H_6oI4EK4
That's all. Hope you at least have some idea on what he looks like.
I've redeemed myself
Stage
Age: 2-5 years old.
Nicknames: None yet!
Gender: Male
Breed: Grey wolf, strange marking unexplained to science.
Likings/Hatings:
Hates: Stage hates to get his white front paws dirty, he also doesn't like water much because of
him being very small for a male wolf, so he sometimes gets water in his nose.
Likes: Chilling in the woods and just being a slug around the place, not saying he's lazy, he loves a good hunt with his friends.
Personality: Shy, a to himself type, but when you get to know
him better, he becomes hard to stop talking. Kindhearted and a loyal friend.
Family
Mother & Father: Deceased, died in pack vs. pack battle
Siblings: None, born single pup.
Pack: Still looking, has a few friends but no pack yet.
Relationship Status
Not interested. (Yet)
Appearance
Stage's main fur color is grey. For a wolf he has strange markings, four circles, the middle white, and the other 3 black. Black under his tail, and black hind legs.
Light brown swerves into his coat blending into the grey. He has snow-white front paws and black claws on both his hind and front legs.
His face is splashed with white that goes to his cheeks and to the bottom of his muzzle. He has a pink nose and strange, violet eyes.
(Not sure if you can see my profile, if you can, I didn't do any mistakes.
As I said before, line-art credits go completely to the original owner.)Backstory
In the far reaches of an unknown land, where the moon shines its brightest and wolves seem to rule the forests, a small pack grew, soon to be broken into many pieces. I was part of that pack, my name is Stage, I barely remember the night, the terrible night, that my pack was broken apart by an enemy group. I was only a month or so when it happened, the moon shone brightly, lighting up the small clearings in between the trees, the slight spring breeze and the rush of a nearby stream, pushed into full power by the spring melt. Unknown howls arose, crawling through the night sky as a eclipse to the sun. I was playing by the den when the pack stood to alert, my mother and nanny rushing me into the den, I was an only pup, a very special one too, I had markings unknown to the breed of wolf, I was the only one to inherit my mothers special marking types, so I had to be protected, I was the heir to our pack, the roots of the next generation. My father, a grand, strong alpha wolf stood to his paws, ears forward, alert, suddenly, then, it all happened in a second. Wolves, many, many wolves, outnumbering our pack by many, crashed through the stream, through the bushes. Chaos happened, blood, everywhere. Yelps, shattering the silent night. I didn’t want to stay, but I followed my mothers’ orders. I had to stay in the den, she told me so. I watched in horror as my siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles fell to the ground in a pool of blood, their yelps of pain cut short as death hovered over the clearing, the stinging putrid smell of blood everywhere. My father and mother attacked a wolf near me, I couldn’t watch, I turned my head away from the opening of the den, I heard my fathers last yelp, then silence, my mothers head, her eyes glazed over in shock, wide with fear, hurried me out of the den. I ran, I ran for my life into the forest, only turning back to see my mother fall, yelping in pain as teeth penetrated her skin. I turned away, not stopping running, after a while, I fell, falling asleep under a tree. I must’ve wandered for at least a year after that event, I was a loner now, I knew nothing but danger around every corner, but I had my own territory, a very, very small area in a valley uninhabited by any large packs, so long as I wasn’t bothered, I was happy and safe. Today, 3 years later from then, I am prepared for anything, able to take down deer, outsmart elk and bison. Sure, it is harder for me to hunt alone, only a 30-50% chance of a successful kill. I’m happy as I am, I want to be alone, that is why I do not have a pack. I don’t really need one. I can’t say I have no friends, I do now. I’m not as lonely as I was. I’m always looked at strangely by wolves, they have been afraid of me, sometimes, too. That is my small backstory, I hope you enjoyed. My name is Stage of the dancing Moonbeam, but please, call me only Stage. Goodbye for now, fellow wolf, I’ll see you again some day!
Photos
None yet, (except for profile image) I'll see if I can draw him. I've got a traditional piece of him I'm thinking of making digital.
Edit:
Theme song:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=06H_6oI4EK4
That's all. Hope you at least have some idea on what he looks like.
We did get a demo simulator-like thing, too