Canis RPG - Profile of Clay

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Clay is currently away. Returns: Unknown
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AVATAR CREDITS: Flabs

Clay

I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass.

This user has been banned

Played by Flabs

Name
Clay Apaata (Kl·ei Uh·pa·tah)

Height
Tall (36)

Fur Color
Gray, Silver, Brown

Sex & Gender
Male

Weight
Medium (150)

Eyes
Green

Age
4 years (2020-04-17)

Build
Athletic

Species
Mackenzie Valley Wolf / Northern Rocky Mountains Wolf

The Fallen Seraph

The forgotten Prince is of malevolence forged in the crucible of a tormented past, bearing the indelible scars of bygone sins. The world, draped in shadows, has sculpted him into a harbinger of dread, nursing ancient wounds that fester with a venomous thirst for retribution. His soul, an inferno of ceaseless rage, burns infinitely, a relentless tempest that knows no calm. A fallen angel cast down into a word bent on clipping his raven wings. A spectral wraith haunting the corridors of a twisted fate. Yet, amidst the darkness that shrouds him, there is a glimmer of vulnerability, a fragment of innocent not yet tarnished fully. Behind a wall of obsidian, Clay is fragile, a cataclysmic soul awaiting eruption into something beautiful, something akin to a thousand pieces of glass.

misc.

voice · smells of embers and ozone
chaotic neutral · defender · the star

「references i, ii, iii 」

“You convinced yourself that it was necessary, this darkness. That it was the only way to survive, to grow stronger than those who hurt you. It consumed your mind, your heart, your soul.”

The Forgotten Prince

A blend of gray and sparkling silver defines Clay's fur, draping over his lean frame. Beautifully handsome with feminine eyes and features, his head sits nobly atop a stiff neck, curved cheeks, and a strong browline sculpting a handsome scowl. Cold, emerald green eyes beneath a dark brow convey a moodiness earned through the battles etched into his plush coat. War-torn and marked by the fruits of battle, Clay's fit frame bears the scars of resilience.

Power ripples through his low-set chest, constricting across his scarred waistline. Wide paws at the end of his stocky legs are crafted for lasting against rough terrain. In his clean and tidy appearance, Clay's thick mane of fur acts as a security system, blanketing his face where cheek fur hangs past his chin in curly and heavy tassels. Against the horizon, Clay is as bright as the sun over a snowy escape, the pales of his underfur stark against the dark charcoal and glittering silver that characterize his face, backside, and thick tail.