wolf
08-03-06, 06:14 PM
Name: Pacco Wolf
Age: Wolf-2/Human-23
Race: Human/Wolf
Hair Color: Brown, Black, White, and Grey
Eye Color: Yellow
Height: 4’0
Weight: 195lbs
*Occupation: None
*Personality: Pacco I is kind and sensitive. He is clumsy and shy as well. He is a very calm, laid back parson.
Appearance: Well if you had met Pacco two years ago you would have seen a tan, 6’2, 185lbs, muscular man with messy hair and a childish grin. If you look at him now then you’d see a 4’0, 195lbs wolf with a mixture of brown, white, black, and grey fur. He wears a fluffy, brilliant white sheep skin over himself as a disguise.
History: Pacco grew up in a wonderful family. He had a perfect life. His job in the tribe was to hunt, and he did a fine job and was one of the best. When he turned 21, he got engaged to a beautiful girl from his tribe named Running River. They loved each other very much and had many goals and plans for the future.
One day, when Pacco was out hunting he came across a skull. He took it back to the village and asked everyone, but nobody knew what type of a skull it was. Pacco was determined to find out, so at dawn of the next day he packed some food, and set out to the witch doctor’s tent.
The witch doctor’s tent was at the top of one of the mountains, and was a challenging climb. Pacco managed it easily though, since he was strong. When he reached the tent the sun was just setting. The witch doctor approached him in a friendly manner.
Her name was Flying Arrows, and she had a wrinkly face, big brown eyes, and was missing multiple teeth. She had back problems, so was constantly bending over, and her red dress hung loosely on her bony body.
“Come in, come in my child!” She said in an eerie yet cheery voice. Pacco froze, suddenly feeling foolish for coming to the witch’s tent. He was about to make up an excuse for why he’d have to leave, but she pushed him into her tent.
“Now, my child what is your name?” she asked in a warm tone, while motioning to an empty chair. He sat.
“My name is Pa–…” He started, but she interrupted.
“Now isn’t that a beautiful name?” She said, flashing her toothless smile and patting his hand. “And what brings you here?” Pacco frowned slightly, and then replied.
“I found this skull,” he said, reaching into his pack and pulling the skull out. “I thought you’d be able to tell me what type of skull it is.” She took it from him gently and examined it, cooing at each new angle she looked at it from.
“It’s a wolf’s skull.” She said simply. A wave of disappointment washed through Pacco as he sighed heavily aloud. The witch rolled her eyes at him.
“What, did you think it was some magical skull? Did you think it had ‘mystical powers’?” she asked facetiously? Pacco scowled at her.
“As a matter of fact, I did. And I want you to know that you were no help to me at all!” He angrily snatched the skull from the doctor and stormed out of the tent. He turned his back to the laughter that trailed after him, and carefully walked back down the mountain. When he was more than 100 feet away, he could still hear her laughter and her mocking voice saying, “Magical powers? What do they teach kids nowadays?” He sighed heavily again, looking down at the skull in his hands. He had wanted it to be magical so badly, and felt foolish. As he continued walking he tried to plan out what he was going to say to the villagers.
It was pitch black and Pacco couldn’t see a thing. He was at least two hours away from the village, so he felt around, trying to find a place to sleep for the night. He found a little ditch in the ground and piled some leaves in it. He held the skull close to his body as he curled up and slept.
The next morning Pacco awoke to the sound of a bird chirping and fluttering around. The first thing on his mind was the skull. He couldn’t feel it! It was gone! He panicked and searched the area, but there was no sign of it. He hung his head and continued on his way back to the village.
When he arrived he wasn’t greeted with smiles and food, as he had expected. Instead, the entire village was out there with knives and pitchforks. Pacco looked at them, puzzled by their unfriendly attitude.
“My brothers, is something troubling you?” he asked. After the words left his mouth, the villagers all screamed and advanced on him. He turned and ran as fast as he could down to Kowaii Lake. He reached the lake, panting and gasping for air. He bent over the water to get a drink and didn’t see his own face, but the face of a wolf! He stared into the water for a long time and thought calmly about the situation.
“The skull was magic! A magic wolf skull! And when I slept with it, it fused with my body, and now I’m a wolf!” Then he frowned.
“But now that I’m a wolf, people are afraid and feel threatened by me. And Running River….” He thought sadly. He turned from the stream, not wanting to see his reflection. He walked quietly through the forest, thinking of a solution. Finally it came to him.
“I’ll wear a sheep skin! Then no one will know I’m a wolf!” He thought out loud.
Later that night when the village was asleep, he snuck into his bedroom and got his sheep skin. He managed somehow to put the sheep skin on his back and secured it around his legs. When he was finished, he went back to the Lake and was happy with his reflection.
The next day when Pacco went back to the village no one noticed him. He was pushed over with the other sheep, and that was all. Pacco longed to be a human again, so he left the village, promising to return.
Pacco now wanders around looking for someone who can help him turn back to his natural form.
Skills: Average hunting skills
Equipment: Well his sheep skin is strong because under all the fur is leather, and it is sort of like a protection for him.
*Familiars: None
Age: Wolf-2/Human-23
Race: Human/Wolf
Hair Color: Brown, Black, White, and Grey
Eye Color: Yellow
Height: 4’0
Weight: 195lbs
*Occupation: None
*Personality: Pacco I is kind and sensitive. He is clumsy and shy as well. He is a very calm, laid back parson.
Appearance: Well if you had met Pacco two years ago you would have seen a tan, 6’2, 185lbs, muscular man with messy hair and a childish grin. If you look at him now then you’d see a 4’0, 195lbs wolf with a mixture of brown, white, black, and grey fur. He wears a fluffy, brilliant white sheep skin over himself as a disguise.
History: Pacco grew up in a wonderful family. He had a perfect life. His job in the tribe was to hunt, and he did a fine job and was one of the best. When he turned 21, he got engaged to a beautiful girl from his tribe named Running River. They loved each other very much and had many goals and plans for the future.
One day, when Pacco was out hunting he came across a skull. He took it back to the village and asked everyone, but nobody knew what type of a skull it was. Pacco was determined to find out, so at dawn of the next day he packed some food, and set out to the witch doctor’s tent.
The witch doctor’s tent was at the top of one of the mountains, and was a challenging climb. Pacco managed it easily though, since he was strong. When he reached the tent the sun was just setting. The witch doctor approached him in a friendly manner.
Her name was Flying Arrows, and she had a wrinkly face, big brown eyes, and was missing multiple teeth. She had back problems, so was constantly bending over, and her red dress hung loosely on her bony body.
“Come in, come in my child!” She said in an eerie yet cheery voice. Pacco froze, suddenly feeling foolish for coming to the witch’s tent. He was about to make up an excuse for why he’d have to leave, but she pushed him into her tent.
“Now, my child what is your name?” she asked in a warm tone, while motioning to an empty chair. He sat.
“My name is Pa–…” He started, but she interrupted.
“Now isn’t that a beautiful name?” She said, flashing her toothless smile and patting his hand. “And what brings you here?” Pacco frowned slightly, and then replied.
“I found this skull,” he said, reaching into his pack and pulling the skull out. “I thought you’d be able to tell me what type of skull it is.” She took it from him gently and examined it, cooing at each new angle she looked at it from.
“It’s a wolf’s skull.” She said simply. A wave of disappointment washed through Pacco as he sighed heavily aloud. The witch rolled her eyes at him.
“What, did you think it was some magical skull? Did you think it had ‘mystical powers’?” she asked facetiously? Pacco scowled at her.
“As a matter of fact, I did. And I want you to know that you were no help to me at all!” He angrily snatched the skull from the doctor and stormed out of the tent. He turned his back to the laughter that trailed after him, and carefully walked back down the mountain. When he was more than 100 feet away, he could still hear her laughter and her mocking voice saying, “Magical powers? What do they teach kids nowadays?” He sighed heavily again, looking down at the skull in his hands. He had wanted it to be magical so badly, and felt foolish. As he continued walking he tried to plan out what he was going to say to the villagers.
It was pitch black and Pacco couldn’t see a thing. He was at least two hours away from the village, so he felt around, trying to find a place to sleep for the night. He found a little ditch in the ground and piled some leaves in it. He held the skull close to his body as he curled up and slept.
The next morning Pacco awoke to the sound of a bird chirping and fluttering around. The first thing on his mind was the skull. He couldn’t feel it! It was gone! He panicked and searched the area, but there was no sign of it. He hung his head and continued on his way back to the village.
When he arrived he wasn’t greeted with smiles and food, as he had expected. Instead, the entire village was out there with knives and pitchforks. Pacco looked at them, puzzled by their unfriendly attitude.
“My brothers, is something troubling you?” he asked. After the words left his mouth, the villagers all screamed and advanced on him. He turned and ran as fast as he could down to Kowaii Lake. He reached the lake, panting and gasping for air. He bent over the water to get a drink and didn’t see his own face, but the face of a wolf! He stared into the water for a long time and thought calmly about the situation.
“The skull was magic! A magic wolf skull! And when I slept with it, it fused with my body, and now I’m a wolf!” Then he frowned.
“But now that I’m a wolf, people are afraid and feel threatened by me. And Running River….” He thought sadly. He turned from the stream, not wanting to see his reflection. He walked quietly through the forest, thinking of a solution. Finally it came to him.
“I’ll wear a sheep skin! Then no one will know I’m a wolf!” He thought out loud.
Later that night when the village was asleep, he snuck into his bedroom and got his sheep skin. He managed somehow to put the sheep skin on his back and secured it around his legs. When he was finished, he went back to the Lake and was happy with his reflection.
The next day when Pacco went back to the village no one noticed him. He was pushed over with the other sheep, and that was all. Pacco longed to be a human again, so he left the village, promising to return.
Pacco now wanders around looking for someone who can help him turn back to his natural form.
Skills: Average hunting skills
Equipment: Well his sheep skin is strong because under all the fur is leather, and it is sort of like a protection for him.
*Familiars: None