samuel vimes ; wip

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SAMUEL VIMES*

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Characters Name: Samuel 'Sam' Vimes
Species & Breed: Gray wolf
Gender: Male
Age: Five years
Pack/Group: Loner
Rank: N/A

Appearance: though his eyes are unimpressive, Vimes's fur makes gazing at the wolf worthwhile. the fur is quite thick and long, even in the warm summer months. (which annoys him. greatly.) his coat is made up of three colors: brown, copper and cream. the top half of his body is of earthy brown, which can be plainly seen upon his neck. his forehead, back and the top of his tail, however, are covered in hairs that are tipped in black, making his nature-colored fur darker than the specific shade really is. the outer halves of his legs, bottom of his tail, sides of his body and neck, behind his ears, along with the top of his muzzle, are all painted copper. some portions are darker or lighter than the majority, courtesy of the two colors that line the fur, and even fade to a reddish color behind his ears and around some of the brown. finally, Vimes's paws, the inward-facing sides of his legs, bottom halves of his muzzle and neck, as well as his belly are cream. a sort of dusty cream, to be exact, as one can see the slight desaturation in the pale color.
the wolf may look big but, in fact, most of Vimes's size is an illusion created by his thick fur. he doesn't much reach the general expectations of a male -- instead of being strong, he is small, slender and, to be honest, weak. however, Vimes has a broader chest than the average Joe, and somewhat shorter legs. his bottom jaw is slightly dislocated, for reasons he can't quite remember, and 'clicks' when he parts his jaws.

Four Strengths: courageous, honest, cunning, serves justice.
Four Weaknesses: cynical, harsh, rude, judgmental.
Personality: Vimes could best be described as an idealist with deep beliefs in justice, but also as a cynic whose knowledge constantly reminds him of how far off those ideals are. he has a very firm grasp of basic nature, and doesn't have much faith in canine kind because of this. his cynical nature towards others has plagued him for much of his life.
despite being viewed by many as easy to fool, Vimes is in fact much more cunning than he appears. his years of practical experience give him a foundation of hard-headed realism on which he bases much of his more idealistic beliefs. Vimes sees no point in sugar-coating anything or making things seem nicer - he is very honest, although perhaps not in the way anyone likes.
he fears he may be a bad person because he knows what he thinks rather than just what he says and does. he chokes off those little reactions and impulses, but he knows what they are. so he tries to act like a good person, often in situations where the map is unclear, but he is unsure if he ever is.
unlike others, Vimes sees reality as it really is, stripped of the mental illusions that most people construct in their minds to get to sleep at night. this horrifying state of mind leaves vimes somewhat harsh and rude, as most of the time he doesn't see the point in being polite.
Vimes constantly strives to control the darker side of his nature - or what he calls 'the beast'. sometimes this darker side comes out when Vimes loses control of his anger. his anger is only made worse by the presence of the dark entity of pure vengence within his mind. however, he never totally loses control, showing that he has the mental strength to keep the darkness at bay.

Family Members: Write your character's family here, and if they're dead are not.
Past: Write your character's past here. At least 200 words.

Any other characters?: N/A
Chatango Username: Chatango is incredibly slow for me, so i doubt i'll be able to talk on it.
Contact Info: MSN/e-mail, which is [e-mail]
How'd you find this site?: RPGC!
Roleplay Sample:

AKSHEE crouched down on his haunches, wary. Knowing the wolf -- whoever the wolf was -- shared the same element as himself helped naught in figuring out their identity, but it did take away some wolves he'd rather not encounter. Not that there was anyone he really did want to encounter: he enjoyed being alone. Nevertheless, they were a water wolf, and perhaps sharing the same element would make them not as harsh on him. This had never happened before, but he could still hope; still, the nagging, knowing doubt tugged at a corner of his mind. Bothered by it, Akshee shook his head, trying to dislodge the doubt. Of course, nothing was that simple to get rid of and he pouted somewhat childishly.

ELEMENTS didn't really matter to the wolves, did they? Sure, to the Enclave, they meant something, but it was eye color that was the most important. But what did eye color even matter? There were rumours, there were always rumours, that eye color had something to do with the Gods being the wolves guardians; Akshee wasn't sure if he believed this or not, but he knew, or felt, that the Gods were the ones who chose eye color: but weren't they also the ones who chose elements? And therefore, why didn't the elements matter as much? It was all so confusing, it all didn't make sense. If only he had been there, when the founders of the Cadre chose to rank by eye color, if only he had heard their reasoning. If he had, everything would make so much more sense, right? It probably would, he told himself, they must of had a reason beyond simple rumours and such. Why had they chosen eye color, not element? Why?

THERE were too many mysteries in the packs, Akshee thought wearily. Too many things that were no longer known -- or, if they were known, they had never been told to him. That was to be expected, no one really told him anything, but Akshee wouldn't mind being told something of the founding of the packs. It was not to be, however.

ALL of a sudden, there was a flicker of moving white in the corner of his eye and Akshee spun around, startled, and tripped over his own paws. He managed to balance himself before he fell, but he was quite embarrassed by it anyhow. The wolf tried to regain some of his broken dignity, virtually gathering the shards of his pride as he straightened his shoulders and forced himself to prick his ears. Subconsciously, he flattened his ears onto his head immediately after, as this wolf was obviously of higher rank than him: he could now see her beautiful blue eyes. At least she didn't have metallic-colored eyes; he was glad for that, at least.

SHE, the wolf padding towards her, was the same color of the snow that had fallen throughout winter: but she, unlike the snow, was not going to melt away to allow spring to arrive. Or perhaps she was? Akshee amused himself idly. She was slightly smaller than him, only by a few inches, but she was much more confident. By the way she came towards him, in a way that was not unfriendly, Akshee had some vague feelings of relief: she was not going to bother or insult him. But then he realised she could be faking and the relief died away.

"GREETINGS, Akshee!" she barked and sat down, but not too close. Akshee was glad for this fact, but was still wary of her: it would be amusing (to his superiors, at least) for Akshee to start trusting a wolf, only for him to be made the butt of some mean joke. Or maybe he was thinking too hard...

WHAT did it really matter if she ended up only wanted to make a joke out of him? It was better than violence, at least, and it would be nice to be accepted, if only for a short while. He peered uncertainly at her, trying to remember her name. He knew her, but he didn't quite remember what she was called. Something starting with n, he thought. Noelle?

HE mumbled, "Noelle," in greeting, hoping that if he'd gotten her name wrong she wouldn't notice. Then he concentrated on the wolf in front of him, studying her, and realised that Noelle had been correct. This was Noelle Icestorm, of course. She was the one that defended black- and white-eyed wolves, wasn't she? He searched his memory, scolding himself for not paying more attention to these things, and was hesitant to tell himself he was correct. So, Noelle. What a surprise.

WHAT other wolves were there that didn't like the eye color hierarchy? Akshee couldn't think of any, but it didn't matter much to him at the present time. They weren't here right not, so who they were was of no concern: it was she, Noelle, the snowy white wolf before him, who was here. Thus, it was she that he should be thinking about.

"WHAT brings you out on such a..." Noelle looked up at the sky as she spoke, and to Akshee it seemed as if she was trying to find how to describe the weather. "Drizzly day?"

WELL, he told himself, that was a valid description: it was raining, and, no matter how simple the words, they were true. Akshee paused to consider what he was going to say in answer. Would he say that he had no real reason; he needed to get away; there was nothing better to do? None of these seemed to serve the question or wolf justice, and so he didn't speak any of them.

"FOR the freedom," he responded, much to his surprise. Akshee didn't think of what he was saying while he continued: "it's so peaceful and beautiful out here, and the lack of other wolves -- well, besides yourself -- is calming to my mind. I feel at rest without sleeping, I feel as if the wind and the rain are here to keep my sorrows and misfortune at bay. For who," he questioned, "would not want to be under the sky as She cries tears for our sorrow, tears which wash away the very thing that causes them?"

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~THAWFLIGHT*

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