Post by ko on Oct 11, 2011 18:59:09 GMT -5
G R I G O R I
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Grigori
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Male
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Four
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Summer
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Amphitrite
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Characteristic of his breed, Grigori is quite slender- though not elegant-and has an obvious lack of hair; though he is not at all devoid of it. The Amphitrite’s short and sparsely furred pelt is a hodgepodge of dark olive, brown, and gray, which blends perfectly with the dark colors typically associated with a seabed. Accordingly, this “camouflaged” fur is most prominent on his upper body and tail before gradually shortening around his lower body area, and even disappearing completely in some areas (This hairlessness being most prominent on his lower legs). Grigori’s upper facial area is layered upon with this short hair, which manifests itself as dark grayish-brown mask; allowing for the piercing violet of his eyes to stand out. Conversely his lower jaw has an almost cream like color, (which is also present on his brow areas) which fades into the browns and grays of his neck fur. Underneath all of this is skin of a pale brown pigmentation that more or less blends with his fur, although interestingly enough his nose and pads are of a black coloration.
All other traits appearance wise are standard, webbed feet, excellent underwater eyesight, and nimble swimming ability. Grigori lacks scales, or frills of any sort, and the only telltale sign of his breed are his eyes, slenderness, and areas of hairlessness.
Compared to other Amphitrite’s he is slightly below average when it comes to size. Not dramatically so, but it has still led to lifelong teasing from others; though he disregards any comments about it
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Initially, it isn’t immediately obvious that Grigori is a character that longs for power. What most see is a lazy and somewhat carefree individual that has no shame. He isn’t above stalking people, does so quite often, and more importantly, he does it quietly. Spying you see, is the only way to get information, and getting information is the only way you can have leverage and sway over others. While physically he cannot accomplish much or intimidate, he finds the manipulation of others very lucrative, and furthering in his goals, which are not quite set in stone. Digressing, he is nonaggressive, easily amused, hard to upset, and is calm mannered, but he isn't "kind" per-se (He’s mostly a self serving individual).
Highly intelligent and clever, he knows the right strings to pull in order to invoke the wanted responses in others. His loyalties to any one particular allegiance are questionable at best, but he never lies, or breaks agreements for that matter.
h i s t o r y • • •
Grigori’s story begins with a horrible storm that manifested itself years ago. Tree’s and other forest debris fell from wind and rain, the lowlands flooded, and the lives of many were lost in the surge. His pregnant mother, with her leg horribly injured by a splintered branch had no choice but to give birth to her litter in the shallows of murky waters contaminated by the dead, and heavy sedimental runoff; Waters that were once a clean, slow moving and gently meandering river. Grigori was the only surviving pup, the other four perishing from the deplorable conditions shortly after birth, and his mother also passing shortly thereafter from an unpleasant combination of infection, childbirth, and grief. With the severe lack of freshwater that was necessary for the proper homeostasis of an Amphitrite, it was somewhat of a miracle that he survived at all.
Grigori was raised by his grandfather, his father having died during the aforementioned storm. Before he could even walk, he had to be carried on said grandfathers back during the packs great migration northward. The pack was on the move for a little less than a year, so Grigori’s childhood was mostly spent on the move with only a few stops in between. As his pack navigated through rivers, lakes, and even land during some stretches of time, Grigori had to grow up fast if he was to survive. Things were quite hurried, and his uncle had to teach him the ways of a hunter, swimmer, and the law of the pack all whilst on a constant journey that seemed never-ending. Suffice to say, he doesn't really have any happy childhood memories to look back on.
Grigori was an inquisitive pup (like most others), and his grandfather was the only member of the pack he had any actual bonds with, thus the old wolf was hammered by a constant barrage of questions. “When will we stop moving? What ever happened to my parents? Where did we used to live?” Like any protective guardian would, his grandfather never gave him a straight answer.
The old wolf, who had witnessed much in his generously long life, had since become aloof and detached from the world. Not to say he didn't care for his grandson a great deal, but it typically didn't show. Still, Grigori and his grandfather were inseparable, despite the element of verbal communication not always being there
By age two, his pack had since found a place that they could call home. It was a perfect place for them to begin to regain what had been lost. Unfortunately however, Grigori’s grandfather had caught ill during the end days of the long journey.
Alas the wolf was old, and it was terminal. Grigori took this grim turn of events rather well considering his own age at the time. His grandfather passed, and Grigori in turn, without trepidation, left the next day. The adolescent wolf never had a place to call home, and the only thing that tied him to this pack was his grandfather, who was now gone.
Alone, and without a path to follow, the Amphitrite vowed to himself that he’d persevere and find his own way. And though the hardships he suffered were great, his experiences had given him a…different outlook on life; and this aforementioned path slowly started to become clear. Grigori knows in his heart that that he was born to lead. Now, as to how he will go about attaining said position of leadership?...Well, he isn't in a rush.
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