Sherlock

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that's a recipe to put a vagabond on his knees ~


[Name;] Sherlock

[Gender;] Male

[Species;] Lykos (Tundra wolf appearance)

[Age;] Four

[Pelt Colors;] A dark white. He is an arctic wolf, but some parts seem to be shadowed, as if they're darker.

[Height/Weight;] Four feet, three inches. 102 Pounds

[Eye Color;] Shades of Crimson. When in murk or little-visibility situations, his pupils dialate to resemble large cat slits.

[Abnormalities;] Going with his species, Sherlock's fur seems to be smoking like his surroundings. This helps for protection, and although not completely invisible, he seems to appear out of nowhere, just like the smoke in the air.

[Strange Markings;] Sherlock has odd slash markings over his front eye area, and an almost upside down tear drop sharped mark on his forehead. The line marks and tear are all a lighter, more vibrant shade of white/cream.



i saw a side of him he never showed ~


[Personality;] Sherlock has an empty air about him. He shares his dry humor every once and a while, but isn't the typical male. He does find females attractive, but will not flirt senselessly and try to impress them. He always tries to be patient with people, even when their ignorance drives him insane. He's always calm and collected; unless a major situation unfolds itself. Sherlock has always been absorbed in his own doings- he has never really cared to fix anybody else's problem but his own. When first meeting somebody, he will examine and deduce every little detail about them. His eyes do, however, contain a mischievous shining luster, that can make his humor even a little playful at times. He'll joke around when the opportunity presents itself- often very rare, for him.

Sherlock speaks with a soft monotone, his voice rarely raising. It's always low, a little louder than mumbling. He speaks quickly, usually figuring that the other will automatically know what he is saying. When one has been acquainted with him long enough, though, his speech is the opposite of incoherent and quite easy to understand. When meeting a stranger, Sherlock tries to be as charming as possible, hiding his criticizing thoughts away, waiting to be subtly let out at a more appropriate time. You could say that he's a master of disguise, in that way. From so many different experiences, he is a skilled fighter, very good at the front of the battle field. However, Sherlock can get very easily carried away in a fight, and even find it sporting, and amusing. It's how he lets his frustration out.

With age Sherlock has become convinced that the chaos around him fuels his will to keep on with a new day. His head is full of his own thoughts, rambling around like gibberish. If he ever let this show, he would be tagged as slightly insane. He finds himself bored most of the time, though- just with the world in general. Sherlock lives for those small banter like conversations where his egotistical self can flaunt his intelligence. He enjoys the return of conversation that can actually make him think instead of just react.

He doesn't enjoy his name being butchered, or mocked. When Sherlock gets frustrated his words come out faster, and harder to understand. He calms down eventually though, usually just disappearing from the scene and having a cool down walk. He enjoys calm places, which is mainly why he inhabits the basically empty land of Calidus. Sherlock enjoys the dry heat, soaking it up like a reptile in the days, and watching the angry volcanoes at night. To him, it's home.

[Likes;]
`Short banters that can flaunt his intelligence
`Individuality
`Independence
`Intoxication
`Dry heat
`Other wolves that provide a challenging conversation

[Dislikes;]
`Females
`Males
`Maned Wolves [female]
`Dependence
`Ignorance
`Arrogance
`Violence
`Anything sexual
`Humidity
`Sand

[Strengths;]
`Large frame/size
`Intellect
`Camouflage
`Stamina
`Strength in general. All that bulk has to come from somewhere.

[Weaknesses;]
`Maned Wolves
`Speed
`Alcoholism (lechins)
`Grace. He tends to stumble
`Religious Beliefs. 'What's a "god"?'



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i'll pretend i'm burning bright ~


[Mother;] Violette
[Father;] Siger
[Mate;] Adler is the mother of his children, but not his mate.
[Children;] Gryphon, Luani [unknown location]
[Pack;] Alpha of Volar.
[History;]
Sherlock grew up revolved around mystery, leaving him hooked on it for life. He was the age of two when the Gods turned the lands into turmoil, destroying the luscious places from their original form. From the start Sherlock was fascinated with his... gift. His mother's and father's talents were meaningless to him, as well as his siblings'. He constantly 'popped' from place to place, trying to work out the bumps and roughness of it. The headaches and fatigue eventually went away, and Sherlock could consider himself a 'pro', if you will. Feeling confident one day, he even tried to picture the Mesa, and failed miserably, ending up lost in a labyrinth forest, which he decided was Erden. Sherlock eventually found himself back in his homeland of Infiammarre, still saddened by it's.... eruptive state. His mystery craze started when he was about 3, when his family went missing in the depths of Infiammarre. He spent days trying to analyse everything, remembering all key details that went into their missing. They were going on a savaging hunting trip, and when he had gotten lost, from not keeping up, he just went back home. It took weeks before he found the scorched remains- they had been trapped in a lava flow. Sherlock didn't weep for days on end- he wasn't that attached anyway. But his need to figure things out started there. He had to deduce the details, ripping them open small piece by piece until he figured it out.

Sherlock began a trek, leaving the volcanic land. It was getting risky to live there. He has pondered through a small section of all the lands, travelling alone. He never did, and still doesn't want to attach to anybody. He finds them too much of a pain. He took residence in the third layer of the canopy in Saltus for a while, always finding the heat and humidity pleasurable. If he got past the acid water, he could actually plan on staying there for a while. But Sherlock had always been one to move out quickly. He left Saltus, and even tried to live in Frigidum for a while. The cold was miserable for him, and he travelled to Harena. None of the places seemed to give back the old feeling of the volcanic land he had originated from. but not home.

It was one night that frustration had driven him over the edge, and he actually came across a large gathering of drunken wolves in Saltus. He got tipsy, and met up with a maned wolf femme that went by Adler. The female left a scarred mark on him- probably the reason why he doesn't interact with females today. They were both drunk (in the wolf way), and she decieved him into 'bed'. Sherlock had thought that it would be a happy little ending, until he
1. Discovered his thought-to-be-dead brother, Watson to be at the same place
and more importanley,
2. Adler was nervous, and ended up rejecting his face (along with a few other comments) and everything else not only in front of his brother, but a whole group of wolves. This may not be so major for some wolves, but Sherlock has a very high self esteem and can be extremely egotistical. He was humiliated, and they both left. The two have not seen each other since. His trust in females was completely disintegrated, as well as the strange thing that made wolves tipsy. He dreads the day where he might see her again. He's even... scared.

Sherlock made his way back to his home land of Infiammare, and that is where is now, a loner, independent and strong. Sherlock had always found the arms of Infiammarre welcoming, and as chosen to reside in them, for now.

(edited a little from Entangled. You get the general idea >Y)


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