Ibby's new wolf: Stellan (Update 1)
Sept 19, 2015 14:05:19 GMT -5
Post by Ibbywoof on Sept 19, 2015 14:05:19 GMT -5
Hi guys! c: I made a new wolf, that was originally for my wolf adoptables, but I fell in love with my own design and couldn't part with it. xD Here's a page about him! Kinda for myself but also for others, if I choose to use him in an RP.
Lineart is by KFCemployee on dA, I just colored it in.
Name: Stellan Wintess
Nicknames: Stel (dear god don't call him Stella XD)
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years old
Pack: N/A
Rank: Loner
Personality:
At first, Stellan comes off aloof and reserved. Which he is, but don't let it fool you. He is always concerned for others and their well-being, even though he may seem uninterested and less-than-friendly. When he speaks his voice is soft, but his words are curt and terse. He doesn't want to come off as mean or rude, most of it is due to his natural quietness.
He is definitely not a fighter, and often avoids conflicts. He doesn't care if others do it, however; He'd just rather not be a part of such violence and stress. If someone tries to pick a fight with him, his aloofness only increases. He becomes very uninterested and tries his best not to instigate anything. But most try not to fight him, because of his mighty size. Even if the case did arise where he had to fight, he can stand his ground fairly decently, using his heavy frame to his advantage, but only against one opponent. He isn't the best with multiple challengers.
Appearance:
His frame is very large and hefty, and his fur his long and extremely thick. He is not made for warm temperatures, but can fare very well in cooler and sub-zero climates. His fur isn't particularly fluffy and soft, but more coarse to the touch, and kind of looks like the coat of a shedding black bear. His body shape and movements can also be similar to that of a bear.
Grandmother: Estelle Wintess (deceased)
Father: Amrik Wintess (deceased)
Mother: Sada Wintess (deceased)
Siblings: Rory (F - deceased), Ita (F), Declan (M)
History (MAJOR WIP)
Stellan grew up with his family's small pack, most of the members being relatives. The land they lived on was thick with towering pine trees, which was good for blocking the almost constant winds, and the trees housed plenty of small animals. On an occasion one could find a herd of deer or a moose pass through. When Stel was born, he was the only one in the litter, and pack, to have a reddish-orange color on his fur. His grandmother, and pack's elder, was very paranoid and superstitious. She considered this fur color to be an ill omen, believing it was a sign that something devastating would happen to the pack; or when he ages, he would turn on the family. Nobody believed this theory 100 percent, but never out-ruled it either. Certain members would keep their distance from him, and so he would try to always be as nice and angelic most of his life.
His grandmother died as he turned one-year-old, but her assumption didn't go with her. Stel was atleast able to feel more relaxed around his family, but he still remained quiet and respectable -- not wanting to give them a reason to fear him or to exile him. Life went on as it always had until he was three-years-old, his parents were killed on a hunting trip; trying to take out a bull moose. The news didn't devastate him as it should have, but he saw it as giving him freedom. He left that night, and wandered the land as a loner up until today.
Lineart is by KFCemployee on dA, I just colored it in.
Name: Stellan Wintess
Nicknames: Stel (dear god don't call him Stella XD)
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years old
Pack: N/A
Rank: Loner
Personality:
At first, Stellan comes off aloof and reserved. Which he is, but don't let it fool you. He is always concerned for others and their well-being, even though he may seem uninterested and less-than-friendly. When he speaks his voice is soft, but his words are curt and terse. He doesn't want to come off as mean or rude, most of it is due to his natural quietness.
He is definitely not a fighter, and often avoids conflicts. He doesn't care if others do it, however; He'd just rather not be a part of such violence and stress. If someone tries to pick a fight with him, his aloofness only increases. He becomes very uninterested and tries his best not to instigate anything. But most try not to fight him, because of his mighty size. Even if the case did arise where he had to fight, he can stand his ground fairly decently, using his heavy frame to his advantage, but only against one opponent. He isn't the best with multiple challengers.
Appearance:
His frame is very large and hefty, and his fur his long and extremely thick. He is not made for warm temperatures, but can fare very well in cooler and sub-zero climates. His fur isn't particularly fluffy and soft, but more coarse to the touch, and kind of looks like the coat of a shedding black bear. His body shape and movements can also be similar to that of a bear.
Grandmother: Estelle Wintess (deceased)
Father: Amrik Wintess (deceased)
Mother: Sada Wintess (deceased)
Siblings: Rory (F - deceased), Ita (F), Declan (M)
History (MAJOR WIP)
Stellan grew up with his family's small pack, most of the members being relatives. The land they lived on was thick with towering pine trees, which was good for blocking the almost constant winds, and the trees housed plenty of small animals. On an occasion one could find a herd of deer or a moose pass through. When Stel was born, he was the only one in the litter, and pack, to have a reddish-orange color on his fur. His grandmother, and pack's elder, was very paranoid and superstitious. She considered this fur color to be an ill omen, believing it was a sign that something devastating would happen to the pack; or when he ages, he would turn on the family. Nobody believed this theory 100 percent, but never out-ruled it either. Certain members would keep their distance from him, and so he would try to always be as nice and angelic most of his life.
His grandmother died as he turned one-year-old, but her assumption didn't go with her. Stel was atleast able to feel more relaxed around his family, but he still remained quiet and respectable -- not wanting to give them a reason to fear him or to exile him. Life went on as it always had until he was three-years-old, his parents were killed on a hunting trip; trying to take out a bull moose. The news didn't devastate him as it should have, but he saw it as giving him freedom. He left that night, and wandered the land as a loner up until today.
I literally just made it up while I was writing it out xD
And the story and work you have done with him is also pretty amazing~
We did get a demo simulator-like thing, too