Arco

Pirates

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Arco
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: Arcy, Sea Dog, Blaggard, Pirate(of course x3)
  • Race: Himalayan Beast
  • Class: Pirate
  • Alignment: Nuetral Dark
  • Deity: Poseidon
  • Age: 3-feral 27-Beastman
  • Size: Large
  • Body Type: Athletic
  • Height: 2'9-feral 5'9 Beastman
  • Weight: 175lbs-feral 180-Beastman
  • Complexion: Rough; a handsome disheveled
  • Hair(Beastman): Snow white tail and ears. Black and brown on the inside of each. White hair on his head.
  • Eyes: Light blue
  • Handedness: Left; but can use both almost equally well
  • Scars: Three over his rump, from hip to hip; an 'X' across his chest, and a scar over his right eye
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Mum: Unknown
  • Pap': Unknown
  • Siblings: Unknown
  • Pack(Feral): None
  • Crew/Ship(Beastman): None
  • Friends: None as of yet
  • Personality: Outgoing; confident, no real 'cares'
  • Mannerisms: Sings, dances, not the all-serious type. Fun-loving pirate pup!
  • Likes: Mud, dirt, water(naturally), boats, rum, singing, full moons
  • Dislikes: Loud noises after drinking; too-serious folks; insults to his 'lineage'

• Playstyles Chart

  Always	Sometimes	Maybe	Never
  Always One-on-One rps Group rps Plot Oriented In-depth or short storys Possible Sibling, or adoption	Sometimes Whisper based rp(only when needed) 'Past' Rp, as in rping the past with another to give connection between the characters in the present Dark themed roleplay Mature Rp	Maybe One-shot rp's. Depends on my mood. Slave/master. Again, depends on mood	Never Personal, or Ooc rp; if I don't know you personally now, then 'chatting friends' is as far as it'll go oocly. :3

• Description

  (Feral) Crash upon crash of waves danced over rocky outcrops. Each pound a reminder of the oceans destructive force. Littering the rocks, the beach and the sea-floor barely half a mile out lay the tattered and destroyed remains of countless ships. The water was littered with oils, boxes and death. No other word described it better than a graveyard; a graveyard of ships! Life stirred beneath the waters, fish exploring their new treasures. However, midst the wreckage upon the beach, another life stirred. Clouded blue eyes shot open, while canid head lifted from the wreckage of a recently wrecked ship. Standing at 2'9, he wasn't hard to miss! White dominated the wolf; from his jaws, down between his thighs and 'pon the outside of his forearms. Lighter brown painted his back, an odd reminder of autumn, if one took the time to notice the mix of orange and brown. Finally, ebon painted the outside of his forearms, the tip of his tail, and along his shoulders. However, this was far from the only colors about the creatures wicked, battle-worn frame! Scars where etched deep within the wolf's fur. An 'X' upon his chest, and a three-pronged scar across his rump. Scar at his right eye was hidden beneath a cloth of sorts. An odd, makeshift eye-patch. It was tied and hooked at his jaw, keeping the fabric tight on him. The cloth was ebon, with faint white tracing it here and there. Auds, a mix of black and burnt orange, perked tall upon his head, each ear periced once with skull and cross-bone earings, fasted just above the outside of the base of either ear. Almost wicked grin plastered across the pirate wolf's muzzle as body lifted, athletic in build, muscle firm within thick, handsomely disheveled fur. Thick tail flickered back and forth, base of his tail holding a single brace, ebon in make, with similar skull and cross bones printed on it. Thick, black collar clung around his neck, tag hanging below showing duel blades crossed over a name, Arco. Yet, the most unique upon his frame was the permanent dyed mark that traced the distance of his back and body. Thick black dots traced a pattern around the wolf's frame, starting from the back of his neck, where a thick black blotch was, tracing circles around his body twice, to end at his left hip, then traced around to canid privates, where the line then continued up to the 'X' of his chest. Last detail of the wolf was the strap upon his chest, circling from top of his left shoulder, to the bottom of his right, in which a pouch was connected that held a medium sized bottle. But a bottle of what..?
  
  (Beastman) Snow white ears flickered within similar colored locks. Gaze of light blue peered out curiously, warm grin painted across his face. Tanned flesh above his waist was void of any clothing, leaving firm, fighter built frame on display for those who cared to venture a look. Arco was, most times, only in a pair of pure ebon cotton pants. Tight around his waist, but loose around his legs. Around his waist lay a thick black belt, few pouches housing odds and ends upon it. Upon the middle of his chest lay a large, pure black wolven paw print. Arms rest across his chest, where at his side, joining the pouches on his belt, hung a bottle. Bottle of what, one could venture it would be some sort of drink no doubt! Rum, perhaps? Feet where covered in padded shoes, leather make but barely visible due to the bottoms of his pants. [Better desc will come soon]