Player Information
Screen Name~ SilverSlender
Years Roleplaying~ 7 years
Activity~ Very active on the weekends, though weekdays vary due to school
Character Information
Name~ Sarish
Sex~ Male
Age~ 4 years
Desired Rank~ Omega (former Head Crusader)
Visual Details~ Sarish is a very large, imposing wolf when in his natural state. However, after becoming an Omega he has learned to make himself appear smaller and often looks as if he has a medium-sized sized stature. What was once a powerful body now seems small and ragged, his obsidian and soot colored pelt patchy near his hips and down the side of his right hind leg. His amber eyes, while often downcast and avoidant, can be seen intelligently observing his surroundings, making it seem as if he is always alert and aware.
Personality~ Sarish had never been one to back down from a challenge. His broad frame and sharp eyes always conveyed a sense of superiority to those who were not of his pack, and he could often be seen fighting at the forefront of a skirmish. His loyalty to his pack is absolute and he follows the laws without hesitation. His Chieftain’s word is law and he respects Dimitri fully.
However, after receiving his crippling injury and falling through the pack ranks to the lowly status of Omega he has learned to embrace his humble nature and exude it to its fullest extent. He is not submissive by nature, but he is slowly learning how and when such actions are called for. Sarish is ever an optimist and fully believes that in time his injury will heal and he will begin the grueling struggle to claw his way up the ranks again, even though it is clear that he will probably be crippled for the rest of his life.
Sarish is a stern but caring soul and will always keep an eye out for his fellow packmates. If allowed to speak with others he may attempt to subtly give advice or encouragement, though he knows the risks of doing so. His once confident nature has been tamped out and he often worries about being caught alone by outsiders of members of the Rache pack, and as such will attempt to stay as close to his packmates as possible. He has a learned habit of looking for danger outside of the pack as opposed to threats from within, which may lead to disciplining from a wolf of higher rank.
History~ Sarish was born and raised in the Eolas pack. His dream was to become the Head Crusader ever since he was old enough to understand what the rank entailed. His large stature helped his progress greatly as he trained whenever he could find the time, or until his mock fights with other pups or apprentices caused him to get into trouble. In his downtime he would ask his packmates about the layout of their territory and the surrounding land in order to create plans for imagined attacks or good defensive positions. He was dedicated and worked hard for the rank of Head Crusader. Sarish was adept at his role in the pack and was content to stay where he was for as long as his health allowed it. Unfortunately, after only a few months as Head Crusader he was crippled in a skirmish with a Rache hunting party over a herd of elk that had been crossing over into Eolas territory. As the two packs fought between the fleeing prey animals Sarish got too close to the herd and was struck on the right side of his hip by a flailing hoof. His hip had been dislocated and part of the bone had been broken, resulting in a useless right hind leg until it was set back in place. The broken hip bone could not be fixed. He now displays a crooked back and a limp, which immediately set him in his new position as the pack’s Omega. His injury occurred about a week before the roleplay starts.
Other Information~ Would you rather him be a former Crusader as opposed to a former Head Crusader?
Role Play Sample~
Tired. Achy. Where? Akihiro? Sarish fought through the haze of sleepiness that clouded his mind, struggling to wake from his restless slumber. The ragged lone wolf raised his scarred muzzle as weak sunlight filtered through the dense grove of pine trees into the tumble of rocks that constituted as a sort of cave, indicating that it was most likely early morning. The obsidian-pelted male made as if to roll onto his paws, but almost immediately let out a low whine when his hip ached in protest. He allowed himself a moment to properly wake, watching the illuminated leaves sway and flutter with the wind, the weak light skittering from one leaf to the next. The coolness of the rocky floor of the cave seeped through his pelt, permeating his body. The male’s troublesome hip started to throb in discomfort, and he couldn’t help but to let out a growl of discontent. After much shifting and squirming Sarish managed to get himself into a sitting position. He hunched over, relieving some of the strain on his hip, and sighed.
The crippled loner spared a glance around the cave. And then another. Sarish turned his head for a third time, scanning the bleak gray-white expanse of the cave. Something’s missing. He opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, drawing scents into his attuned nose as he observed the space around him. Oh. The missing piece sprung to the forefront of his tired mind: Akihiro was gone. Sarish rapidly sniffed the air again, confirming that the other male’s scent had faded, suggesting that he had been gone for at least a few hours. Worry seeped into the corners of his mind. Akihiro was gone. He never left without saying where he was going, and the two males were rarely without the other for fear of running into a hostile pack or outsider. Sarish hauled himself to his paws, swaying in place for a moment as the pain of the sudden movement threatened to topple the male. He limped slowly out into the forest, nose raised as he attempted to catch a stronger, fresher scent of his companion. Nothing.
Akihiro wouldn’t just leave. There has to be a reason. A pressing concern or issue that he had to deal with. Maybe he had to chase a lurking enemy away, Sarish thought to himself as he padded in a wide circle around the mouth of the den. There was no recent scent of the other male, but the heavy scent of approaching rain taunted Sarish. Good luck finding him now, it seemed to say.
Not good, not good. What should I do? The crippled male knew that venturing from the safety of the den and the grove was risky, extremely so if the nearby pack was scouting the area again today. But if Akihiro was lying somewhere in need of help… Or he had been captured by the pack… It didn’t bear thinking about. The former Omega whined softly to himself. What if the other was just hunting and had just lost track of time? Or maybe he had taken a nasty fall and was injured? Sarish shook his head violently, growling loudly as he tried to drown out all of the thoughts clamoring for attention in his head.
“Enough!” He snarled aloud, his body trembling as he struggled with his indecision. The unkempt male stood still, head lowered and eyes wrenched shut as he wrestled with his mind for a seemingly endless moment. A small huff escaped from his panting maw and he slowly raised his once imposing head, eyelids sliding back to reveal his determined amber eyes. Sarish’s decrepit hind leg rose off of the forest floor, hip gyrating slowly, tentatively, to loosen the muscle before setting his paw back onto the needle-blanketed ground. His muzzle tilted up once more as he found the most recent scent of his companion before starting off at a lurching, loping stride. Sarish let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he let out a low, hopeful growl emanate from deep within his chest. I’m coming, Hiro. Just hold on, you big lug. Hold on.”
