Canis RPG - Profile of Gwenaël

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Gwenaël

Played by Karleesi

Name
Gwenaël AuClair

Height
Tall

Fur Color
Soft silvers and greys

Sex & Gender
Male

Weight
Medium

Eyes
Periwinkle blue

Age
4 years (2020-04-12)

Build
Athletic

Species
Tundra Wolf

I didn't trip, the dirt shifted -

Swathed in fetching shades of palest milk and hazy silver-grey, Gwenaël is blessed with both exquisite coloration and a sleekness of hardened musculature, harboring none of the frail weakness that plagues others of his family - except for one fatal flaw.

Well-toned though he appears, a bitterly regarded neurological defect results in an inherent clumsiness, the unfortunate product of generations of carefully curated inbreeding. He tries to hide it behind an air of uncaring bravado, but every slip, every stumble pushes him ever closer to a seething rage. As a result, he is not particularly fond of hunting, finding the subtle nuances of motion to be too taxing to keep under control when attempting stealth.

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Gwenaël is a stubborn wolf, firmly believing in his family's mantra of superiority above others, though resentful of his impairment. He does not like to make any unnecessary movements lest they betray his lingering defect, though if challenged, will assert to the end that it is merely proof of his shining lineage.

His interests are surprisingly varied for someone so shallow-minded, harboring a soft spot for collecting exotic flowers and wandering off in the discovery of new, breathtaking sights; he is a visual man, after all, but more than that he delights in gossiping at length (especially where it concerns members of the family).

He feels protective over the others within his caste, whether it be from real familial love or mere obligation, and holds a fondness for tormenting the Lowbloods that serve them. After all - is it not his privilege, his place?

Yet even still, he cannot help but wonder -

- with all the AuClair's splendor, why did he get the short end of the stick?