u s e r n a m e ::
DiverseInsanity
n a m e ::
Tassin
g e n d e r ::
Male
a g e ::
Three and a half
r a n k ::
Fighter
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Tassin is not one to abide by common courtesy, nor is he one to sit idly in the background. If anything he is one to give you his counsel whether you have asked or not, now, whether or not this council is honest or simply snide remarks lies in the moment. It seems at more times than not he is unable to refrain his tongue in virtually every situation, this fact alone gets him in more trouble than often intended. And this he uses to his advantage, irritating his opponent to the point where they become prone to rash and ill-thought actions. He is one with words, one to charm and persuade himself out of situations his boredom threw him into.
And on that note, Tassin often grows bored, leaving himself to push the boundaries, constantly testing their strength, taunting them, willing them to brake. The line between right and wrong is often one he likes to walk. In all of this, risk seems the only thing able to retain his sanity. It’s a love hate relationship. He is virtually fearless to a point, passing off as someone who doesn’t weigh the consequences. But that is the one thing he values over everything, his ability to see the possible outcomes before they happen, this doesn’t make his immune to life’s constant surprises, but it does leave him a tad more prepared.
Mischief is what this wolf thrives in, but when it comes down, when everything is discarded; he is one thing, loyal. He will put down his life for anyone he has sworn this loyalty to.
And beneath all of this he has a soft heart, liable to cave to a pair of pleading eyes or the calls of the weak, or simply those in need of help.
All of this in mind, basically every ounce of it shuts off when he’s fighting, protecting those to whom he has sworn to. A second personality per say, emotionless to a point, cold, calculating. But that is simply, Tassin.
h i s t o r y ::
At a few months of age his father, a ruthless fighter with an ego of steel misjudged a fight in a bout of fury and became crippled with injuries , his headstrong personality was said to have saved him from dying on the spot, but little could that save him from the infection that overran his body a few weeks later. His mother, a well-respected hunter, and reasonably upheld female, brought Tassin’s four siblings into the woods, said to be stricken by grief and driven mad by the death of her mate she toke their life’s along with her own. Tassin was then raised by his uncle, following in his footsteps to become a fighter.
h e i g h t ::
4'7
w e i g h t ::
120 pounds.
p h y s i c a l ::
Tassin is a reasonably large wolf, though in comparison to the other fighters he has a slightly thinner build making his more agile than most, the muscle resting mainly in his shoulders and neck, placing him in between a stocky and lean build, let’s just say, a happy medium. He has a light gray coat with somber yellow eyes that obtain flecks of amber.
c r u s h ::
None so far.
m a t e::
None currently
