Obscurité: Finished

[Obscurité]

Obscurité: Character Form

• Name: Obscurité
  
  
• Age: 5 Yrs (35 Dog Years)
  
  
• Gender: Male
  
  
• Rank: n/a
  
  
• Eyes : A look into Obscur's Yellow eyes is like a look into hell. Beautiful as they may be, it's a truly frightening and eerie thing to witness. They seem to stare straight through a being in a trance, as if he doesn't acknowledge their exsistence what-so-ever.
  
  What worse is the fact that his eyelids never move in a blink except for at night, when he is asleep. Most that he encounter try their best to stay out of his gaze, once he stated that 'Whomever I have warned to not look me in the eye will die a sudden slow death.'
  
  
• Coat: The male has a dark, pure plack coat. It's very worn and dull, but a wolf like Obscur would not mind this at all. Dust and dirt particles, some as big as a mouse, are clustered underneath his top coat, along with a few hungry fleas. Basically, he isn't a sight even for sore eyes when it comes to his fuzz.
  
  
• Build : Obscur has a rather muscular body. Fore arms are well toned, weighing about 8.0% of his entire body mass each. Paws are very large with verstile tendons, weighing at 3.6% of his mass per pair. Obscur's Hind legs are are of great size as well, 8 inches wide at the haunch. They both weigh about 10.5% of his total weight. Up onto his torso and further, Obscur's main body (stomach, chest, rear, etc.) is broad and well built, very flexible. It weighs as much as 70.9% of his body mass. Last of all, Obscur's skull is thick, with a smooth muzzel and large canines. It weighs at 3.4% of his weight.
  
  
• Markings : A good time ago, a long battle raged between Obscurité and his Brother in Law. Having the upper hand with brute streingh and weight, Obscur had won. With his Brother's last ditch effort to defeat the brute, he grabbed his flank and began tearing away at his skin, causing great blood spill from Obscur. About seven days later from the incident, the blood had dried. But as strange as it may sound, the blood had dried in the shape of a traditional Japanese symbol for "Pain", suiting the male's name right. (Obscurité is French for "Wicked")
  
  
  
• Personality: There are all but too many ways to blend and mix words to describe Obscurité. Blood Luster, Murderer, Flirt, Criminal, Reject, and all the like. It is way too common that you will find a Warrior chasing after the scoundral for stealing food, or picking the wrong fights.
  
  Evil, Devil, Ornery, Daft. A few more words to describe him. Many wolves have fell at the feet of this black hearted male, laying dead. Although, many more who feared him managed to draw blood from his neck and lived to tell the tale. Now, there are many stories about him being the actual devil, and Obscur himself believed it for awhile. Maybe it is true, most likely not.
  
  
• History: ...The night was a dark one, seeming to be as silent as stars. The wind, gentle and soft, caressed every creature who lived in the forest, warning them of the raging battle in the center. Black male 'gainst Timber male. Two hundred and eighty pounds crushing the fragile bones that weighed One hundred twenty. This fight, as it seemed, was almost over. Large mit slammed down across the Timber's face, removing quite a bit of skin under the eye. Another blow, this time a ferocious bite, came from the black wolf, attatching himself to his' other. Gasping for air, the Timber wolf began kicking his feeble legs, but it was of no use. He was going to die here, and he knew it. Feeling greatly pleased with this, the black male dropped the Timber, unaware of the last breath in him. As a last ditch for survival, if not satisfacation, he clutched hid fangs onto the black wolf's hide. It was not aa problem shaking him off, even if the Timber did draw blood. His other knew not the meaning off "Pain".
  
  Two years later from that very night, a great storm raged throughout the terra, sending the birds to their holes and the bunnies to their burrows. It was not neccesarily the storm that scared them all, however. A black figure moved slowly from beneath the mists, paws hammering as they met the ground. Yellow eyes stared straight ahead, pupils like a crack of thunder. Snarl was etched across a long pointed muzzle, growl like a roar itself. The stupid black pup who killed a Timber was no longer here. This, was Obscur.
  
  Not too much can be figured out when it comes to Obscur's past. And so, his history must sadly stop here. Maybe as you interact with him, you'll unlock bits and pieces. Who knows.