Post by Scayth on Oct 22, 2013 0:12:27 GMT
"As you wish..."
Name: Scayth (Scuh-AY-The)
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Birthdate: February 6th
Species: Sylver Wolf
Alias: Fluffy, Shy Boy, Little Feather.
Personality
Scayth, a young teen Sylver Wolf, is apart of the Elite Royal Guard forces in Castroval. He comes from a long line of descendants of the original protectors of the Royal Family who see to his shelter in turn for his service and strength. As noble as the offer is, it's no picnic to be house together with several other intimidating Sylvers who's life endeavor is to best you on every term. Being around other Sylver Brutes has taught him lessons of humility, submission, and granted him a humble, shy nature. The Royal Family Guards like him, have it the best when it comes to attention and praise, but the worst when it comes to the treatment received from other Sylvers. Jealousy runs in the blood for those who are bred for battle and war with the raging world. His kind and gracious personality has him well fit for the duties of serving the Royal Family within the castle, which require a much more sensitive, honest soul. Scayth is frequently seen seeing to all the royal's needs to their every whim, making him quite the clingy fellow, but you'll hardly mind due to his quiet, soft-spoken disposition. He's always been light on his feet, carrying messages to and fro, occasionally sending requests to maids, and making sure the young princesses get plenty of sleep and teenagers their day to day snack and folded laundry. Yeah, life's busy for a family Sylver. Never had a wolf been in so high demand for a tea parties and pony rides.
Appearance
In human form, dark brunette hair, well kept with clean, drape down smooth skin with subtle ridges parted to the right. He also bears soul-enticeing sterling silver eyes. Normally wears a dark grey hoodie with dark blue jeans for casual. Bears a reining tattoo branded on the left side of his neck (insignia of the royal family) along with hidden battle scars along his chest from brawling with older Sylvers.
In wolf form, Scayth has a silver pelt, caped with darker shades from mane to tail on top with a white chest blaze that fade to a light white around the belly. He has a scar on his forehead shaped like an X and a slight white dappling on the vertebrae of his tail.
Scayth prefers to remain in his wolf for for the most part, as he his much more useful in that state, but for jobs requiring thumbs or orders from the royals, he simply does not have a choice. He also does it for the safety from being swamped by middle class ladies, even some of the royals can't resist being mystified by this reclusive Sylver.
Interests and Hobbies
Being the busy beast that he is, Scayth has hardly the time for himself. Infact, so little time, he hasn't had the opportunity to separate his likes vs. dislikes. He seems to take an interest in games of fetch, picking his ears at sticks, balls, or whatever you show to him. Tag is a favorite to both the family and him. Used to the rough play of toddlers pounding against his sides and playful tackles of the young princes, he takes care never to inflict the same force on the ones he was bred to protect. Even other Sylvers take pleasure in toying with him since he doesn't mind taking a submissive position to make you feel like a winner. But if it's a race you want, he won't be as complying, whizzing past you on the track before you even have the chance to mouth "go". Scayth has a variety of activities he likes to watch and attend. Not bearing a single complaint when he his asked to accompany ladies and maidens in their sewing or knitting, proving handy when it came to fetching the right yarn or extra string. The young maidens say that he makes a lovely lap warmer and arm cushion. Despite being domesticated, this Sylver is just as much connected to the outside realms of magic and mystery as any fey or dryad. If he finds the time, Scayth won't pass up an opportunity to venture out into the Enchanted Forest to visit his magical friends in dances or gatherings. Quite the social butterfly with a soul so pure and blissful, he doesn't even raise arms to evil. He's much rather prefer to befriend than fight.
History
Scayth has a very simple past. Sylver young are independent of their parents, most grow up not even knowing how or where they were born. And most don't care! They were entitled to serve the royal crown and no one else. Learning on your own is a must. The alternative option for some other high ranking Sylvers is to become apprentice to a mentor, a more experienced Sylver. Scayth saw it as the gateway to education, and realized from a very early age that diplomacy was more important and efficient than mere brute strength. His mentor, Auren, a gold Sylver was strong, honorable, and noble in all sense. He had to be to earn his place as the king's personal guard at his feet. Auren strove to teach Scayth about many things including ways or life, preserving nature, and not to use his gifts destructively. The one time when he brought along an cursed serpent for practice fighting, Scayth was spotted chatting up the snake instead of ripping it to shred. The two proceeded to have a lovely conversation of why basil had a more pleasant smell than rosemary. And that was the last time Auren had ever asked Scayth to fight.
Scayth lives on in the castle, venturing outdoors every now and then for break. He has no worries, compatible with anyone and everyone he's sure to live a long and happy life. But take heed. When darkness falls, his sweet tongue will not be enough to save him from whatever force is out there. And the frightening thing is, he just might submit to that towering force because to him, a cage is no different than a castle. And a servant is no different than a slave.