JAEL
[The Father of Many]
{It Holds No Meaning}
"I am of the belief that juveniles are innocent, and are to be treated as such."
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Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Name: Jael
Nicknames: JJ, Father, Jay
Accepted Nicknames: Any and all nicknames
Age: Old--No one really knows. Just old.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual (I know he has a kid, but shh, mkay? He had a kid and went "aye y'know females aren't that great" and boom he's gay now.)
Appearance:
His size alone was something to balk at, standing at least two heads taller than the average Grey Wolf male. An aged creature, white dusts the sides of his muzzle. It's a surprising change, compared to the dark grey that holds the rest of his body captive. The tips of every hair is a slightly paler hue than the rest of the strand, giving him a lighter look than he actually is. He was once a deep onyx coloration, although, like many wolves who were born with the dark pelage, he had turned grey throughout the course of his life.
As if his pelt was not strange enough to those who had not met him, Jael had some… questionable things attached to his body. The first thing that many noticed is a strange necklace trapped around his throat. It appeared to be a simple thread woven of grass and leaves, and then more threads of the same thing further woven together to make it stronger. Attached to these threads, which hung around his neck in a semi-tight manner--it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon but there was little to no risk of it strangling him in a confrontation, were various other objects. There were three raven feathers. One of which, the one on the left side, had been painted white, whilst the one on the most right side remained it’s normal onyx hue, and the one in the very middle was an odd carmine coloration. And yes, painted. Don't ask what concoction of herbs he used to gain the paint.
Various herbs and flowers had found themselves attached to the necklace, too. Nothing very heavy was upon the necklace, nothing that could weigh the brute down, and it didn’t appear too frivolous. It is actually rather slim, hugging his thick coating of fur as if it belonged there. It nestled itself among his fur, grass woven throughout the beginning strand and flowers weaving their stems through it, with herbs finding odd places to rest upon the odd contraption around his throat. Jael claims it helps to transport herbs with him if he suspected he needed them.
The next thing that normal wolves noticed was the similarly odd bracelets around each of his paws. They were manufactured in the same style as the necklace, although refused to hold herbs or flowers, or feathers, upon them. They were slim, hugging his thin legs. They seemed almost too tight, and certainly wouldn’t come off in one piece, unlike the necklace. Although, they did hold a few beads of different colorations.
The next thing that others commented on was the odd paint markings he held. Every scar upon his body that could be seen without looking through his pelt was colored in with the same strange concoction of herbs that colored the middle raven feather. Each and every one of them was bright crimson, the ridges and crevices upon his body dabbed in the red color to stand out against his dark pelt. The brightly-colored lines dug into his shoulders, flanks, sides, legs, and even his face. Anywhere and everywhere that can be seen, slicing up and down his appearance.
The next thing brought to the attention of strangers was the odd piercings Jael had given himself. The most noticeable were the two in his nose. One went through the middle, and the other through the right nostril. The only other piercings upon him were his audits. His left held two, one at the base and another near the top of his ear, whilst his right held four. One at the base, two somewhere in the middle, and one closer to the tip of his audit. They were all odd hoops, she couldn’t tell if they were made out of some kind of metal or a plant. Each one had a different feather, or different collection of feathers, upon it. One earring held one feather, another held two, two held three, and another two held four. They were: barn owl, snowy owl, blue bird, common blackbird, peregrine falcon, rock dove, mourning dove, ring-necked pheasant, osprey, oilbird, mallard, mountain quail, american kestrel, red-tailed hawk, american goldfinch, gull-billed tern, and a common starling.
The last thing others noticed, reportedly, was Jael’s eyes. They were an odd concoction of amber and gold, the darker coloration of copper swirling around his pupil whilst the paler hue of gold ran around the edges. In the middle of the space between the two colors, they swirled together as if in battle. Amber stretching out to take over the edges, gold reaching inward to capture the space around the pupil.
Height: 41 Inches
Length: 7 Feet
Weight: 178 Pounds
Jael had considerably amounts of scarring across his body, although much of it is hidden beneath his thick pelage. The visible scars are colored in with carmine, but spring upon his body at seemingly random places. The most obvious of the scarring is the three claw marks across his face, gifted to him by a bear he had an unfortuante run-in with. Two are above his eye, one is below it--one starts just below his ear, the other starting just afterwards. One is above his other eye, two below it. The lowest one runs partly over his muzzle, and all three end just above his jaw on the other side of his face.
Personality:
Jael is a kind and gentle creature, a fatherly figure to many. Considered by many, and considered by himself, a shaman-type persona, he holds true to that and carries herbs with him wherever he goes, even if adventures are rare occurances. He is fair and a lovely brute to be around, despite his scarring and size, and is not unknown to adopt creatures. Not just wolf pups; he'll take in anything and everything that needs some guidance or a parental figure. He's loved by many, known to almost everyone within the region he lives in, and is the speaker of many languages. However, you mustn't let his parental-like demeanor, nor his non-aggressive ways, convince you that he is weak. Jael is a warrior, a being born and raised to be a fighter--he's not one to be trifled with, and he doesn't forget being forsaken easily. He'll forgive you, but forget? That's not something he's prepared to do. He'll defend those he loves, his friends, family and adopted children, until his dying breath and would rather allow them to kill him than harm them.
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