Sinmar

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Name: Sinmar or just Sin

Age: Four Years

Gender: Male

Personality: He isn't your typical male that is for sure. He actually has a heart and cares for those around him. He sees females as equals and treats them with the up most respect. He sees other males however as good friends and is always willing to have a quick spar to hone his skills. He knows his place in this world and is always respectful to those who are of a higher rank then himself. He is very brave and is always on the front line if a war is to break out. He likes to be the hero whenever he can be and hates being weak. If ever he was to get hurt he would never show any pain and would deal with it on his own time. He is noble and kindhearted all at once, a true gentleman and someone you can take home to mom.

Looks: In a single word he is shocking. He's an odd looking creature with very vivid markings. It is hard to describe what his coat color is. The undertones of it appear to be black. His legs are a straight black color and appear to be bare of any fur, though there is a thin layer there. His muzzle and face, close around his eyes, are marked with the same inky black. He has a few creamy streaks here and there, lightening up his obsidian pelt. Along his chest, neck and head you can see hints of a crimson brown color making it look like he has been stained with blood. On his shoulders are a pair of 'wings' just faintly outlined in the cream color, a symbol of his free spirit as his mother would have said. He is a very tall wolf and has quite a bit of muscle on his lean form. His eyes are an orange color that often get lighter with the time of day. Over all he is a rather handsome wolf with a big body built for fighting cloaked in an odd sort of pelt.

History: Sinmar was born into the pack with his three other siblings, two brothers and a sister. He was born the biggest in the litter was right away separated from them when he was a year old. His father started to train him in the art of fighting and told him everything to know about the kingdom. His father had always had hopes of getting one of his heirs into the kingdom to serve their king. Sinmar's family were strong followers of their king and with Sinmar being of the perfect size and skill they sent him off when he was two. At a prime age he got into the kingdom, to the pride of his family. Now he lives his life serving his king.

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Roleplay sample:
[Taken from a DTD post for Sin.]

It had been a long day and Sinmar had been walking a very long way. His large paw pads were worn down from his long walk and his throat was dry with his thirst. He was panting softly as he walked quietly through the slightly misty forest around him. The sun was setting and the soft beams lit the forest around him, making everything quite beautiful. The dark colored male enjoyed the view but he wasn't here to enjoy the sights quite yet. He could smell the sweet scent of water near by and was searching for it. His throat was dry from his travels and he needed a drink to quench it. His shoulders rolled under his thick coat, the wing markings moving with each step. He shocking orange eyes narrowed as he gazed through the thick forest ahead of him, now spying what he so despratly was after. A stream.

He picked up the pace a bit and was soon jogging swiftly toward his target. It didn't take him long and soon was in the water up to his ankles. He lapped eagerly at the surface of the running water, the cold liquid filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. He didn't dare get any father into the water, knowing its deadly power could easily take him prisoner. He simply stayed with his paws in the shallows as he quenched his thirst. Once he was done with that he moved to lay down in the shallow water, letting it clean his dark coat. He laid his head down and blew out air from his nose as he let it clean his face off. He lifted his head from the water and shook it free of his ears before looking around. He wouldn't stay there long, the cold of the night would be upon him soon.

He lifted himself to his paws again, shaking himself free of as much water as he could before walking out of the stream. He shook out one last time before licking at his muzzle. His eyes narrowed again as he searched the area around him for any sign of life. He hadn't come across another wolf in quite some time and Sin was starting to feel a bit lonely. He was a social creature like most wolves and in this stage of life he couldn't get into a pack. He was stuck as a rouge for now and it was taking a toll on him mentally. He took in a deep breath, black nostrils flaring slightly as he took in any scent he could catch on the wind. There wasn't anything close and his spirits dropped. He would stay alone for a while longer it seemed.

He sat down where he was then and began to groom himself, licking at his front legs and what he could get of his chest. He needed the water away before it got too cold. He laid down on his side once that was finished and he continued with his back legs and flank. His ears fell back slightly as his eyes closed half way, getting into a relaxed state of mind. He would find someone soon enough to keep him company, perhaps even find a pack to join, but for now he would stay where he was and rest up.