Gol


Race : Lycan
Height : Towering - 6 ft 7in.
Weight : Muscled  - 285lbs
Eyes :   Iris - Golden
Hair : Grey with Lighter Grey
Sex  : Male (always)
Build: Warrior

Lights -

Red - Scat - Pedo - Bathroom play - Bloodletting, Gore, Vore, Flesh crafting - Ripping parts off, Males (all breeds) - DRAMA

Yellows- Ill tell ya when i find em

Greens- RP, Women, letting the story go as it goes. Consequences for actions. Relationships - Casual - Friendly - some public stuffs

At the Glace -

Before you is a towering beast, its fur the shade of a shadow, with strip of lighter grey without, its eyes golden and aware, watch you with the look of a wolf watching the lamb.

Its impressive height and battle hardened body seem to ripple as it flexes, perhaps ready to strike - it takes a monstrous step toward you opening the wolf like mouth lined with a row of what you can only assume are razor sharp teeth ready to rend flesh

In a deep booming voice the beast says "Greetings -I am Gol"

(Gotcha!)

The Story -

Once a great pack leader Gol was the pride of his pack, lean, lithe and powerful. Protective and Cunning the beast born of Authu'gar, once known as the First Ronin - a wondering pack-less beast of a Lycan who would never return to human form.

Cursed by his Fathers blood - Gol has never seen human form - his body is that of the battle form of the lycans a huge wolf. While he can walk upright and dress easily enough, he will never take the normal form most of the his kind can.

Gol does not speak of his former pack often, nor at all unless you are close, it is mearly enough to say that the curse of his form is not the only curse his father left, him, as Gol is again pack-less, a wondering wolf, alone in a land of demons and angels. Who is to say what will happen to him.

(Bio is a work in progress - Gol being a newer char i have not really solidified his persona, please bear with me. )