Korso -|Aristocratic|-

[Korso Foxe]

We were young;;

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KORSO



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We often find love's a hard bargain to make.

With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;

Here's a little about me..

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[/color] Korso Foxe
--- I've been around for six summers.
--- And I was born on September 17th
--- Last time I checked I was Male
--- I am 135 centimeters tall, and I weigh 145 pounds.
--- I prefer females as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Aristocratic.
--- Hey, I'm able to have children.

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Born of age, replace our youth with logic. Then slowly the child, that child, is tragic;;

How you will recognize me..

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[/color] slate grey
--- My markings can be found nowhere
--- I have a short and fit form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're teal with a round pupil.
--- My pads are black
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are a deep lightish-red or pearly white and pointy
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have
--- Ouch, I've got minor but lasting burns on my forelegs
--- I'm cursed with nothing so far
--- To you, I probably sound like I talk in a rough whisper, though I do have quite a rakish tone when I find a point in using some volume. Carth Onasi from KotOR

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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;

Everybody has a personality...

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--- The Good;; He's a very stable personality, a really warm character, a good listener, a good memory, disciplined, can follow or give orders, very family orientated and very loving, usually polite and civil to all, very accepting and forgiving, sees all females as deserving of respect, and very set in what he wants and how his is

--- The Bad;; He doesn't like to talk more than he has too, doesn't like to fight and will avoid it at all costs, but not to the point of being a pacifist, loves to question "why," tends to get depressed on the topic of family, needs someone to climb over the walls he's put up, and can be too uptight and formal sometimes

--- The Dirty;; He doesn't like to talk about it, and doesn't like to know, as he doesn't find it much of anyone's business, he's very fond of outward displays of affection, perfectly fine with kisses and other light romantics in public

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- sound/feel of wind
- snow drifts
- moonlight
- sunrises
- blue eyes
- puppies
- shooting stars
- strolling

--- I'm not fond of:
- fire
- bullies
- violence
- judgment
- talkative wolves

--- I have a few quirks and habits:
- bowing or nodding to everyone, despite rank
- never using contractions
- insomnia

--- My strengths would probably be:
- forgiving
- do anything for family
- handsome
- commited

--- My weaknesses would probably be:
- too trusting
- do anything for family
- not always good with words
- not a good fighter

--- Shh, I have a secret:
- He hates being the "ultimate authority," aka leader of a pack, because he hates making decisions and doesn't believe he's cut out for it, unlike his brother. He keeps this a secret because the pack might lose faith in him.

--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
- losing loved ones
- being hated by children
- being alone forever
- fire

--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
- Accomplishments: Becoming a Beta in an unknown territory (and eventually alpha) but also having had a family
- Failure: unable to save his mate and two pups from a wildfire years ago

--- Oh, and you should probably know that:


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You're only a moment away, a severed dream to live. Well, nights like these it strikes me, I could only quit breathing;;

My past is a window..

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Elvira is alive, and yet she is likely busy with half-siblings unknown to me and still living with my brother who leads the pack

Orion is perhaps dead, but There is much to question about his disappearance after he retired and not myself or my siblings know what happened to him.


--- I was born along side:
My brother, Rexilium, or Rex, is alive, and I haven't seen him since I left home, though I doubt, with a pack to run, he could be bothered to make the trip from home, whether he wanted to or not.

My sister, Shile is alive, and while I don't know if she's still bothering my older brother, she would be able to take care of herself better than me and we might meet some day soon.


--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
My previous mate, Silt is deceased, and I miss her very much as she was my true love, but I know at some point she would have wanted me to move on.

My son, Korian is deceased, and I wish I could have gotten to know him better before the fire and I'll miss him and love him no matter what.

My daughter, Robin is deceased, and even though she's gone, I still envision her as every growing lady I come across.


--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
When his first mate, Silt chose him over the courtship of some four others. He wasn't an important wolf in his pack, he never thought of himself as overly handsome, and he was always sort of awkward around females, yet the moment was utterly breathtaking and as close to magical and perfect as he would ever get.

--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
The worst thing he can remember is the wildfire that destroyed his family. He blames himself for not being there with his family, or not being able to save them, or letting himself be held up by the pack and to this day he still catches himself wondering if it might not have been better for him to have died trying instead of lived.



--- Let me tell you a story about myself:

He used to live an average life, unnecessary son of the Alpha who courted a wolfess from a foreign pack and was overjoyed when she chose him over all others. His mate's name was Silt, and they had two pups, Robin and Korian.

A lightning storm caused the forest where their pack lived to catch fire, creating a monstrous blaze that swept through the woods and destroyed many lives and much land.

Escaping the fire, Korso found that his mate and pups were missing from the huddle of survivors at the edge of the blaze. He dove back into the heat and tongues of fire, intent on finding her and his dear children, even against the wishes of the remaining pack wolves.

He never found her, or his pups, barely returning from the blaze with his life and feeling as if it was all his fault. It wasn't the survivors guilt question of "why me?" that circled his mind, but "why them?" He brooded upon the subjected longer than was healthy, his brother, now Alpha, finally giving him a helpful proposition. That he leave the forest where such heartbreak had happened and he start a new life somewhere else, with the promise to not return until he could speak Silt's name aloud without dying a little inside.

So the grey male left in search of a new home. He found his way to the Isles of Ciroc, a remote enough place where he knew he could live again, where he could shove his old life away and lock it in a vault and no one would wonder, because they too had their own problems. Holding the rank of Beta male of Voltaine, he watched Alpha after Alpha, regime after regime, crumble under ambition to control this pack. But he never stepped forward with his own bid for power. Instead, he could live here and never have to think of Her, never have to Say her name. Because his brother was right. The grey wolf died every time he though of her name, and couldn't bring himself to speak it. He buried his life so deep inside his armor, but the sad thing of it is, when you hid inside your armor, you take everything with you, so that the thing you're hiding from is right there with you.

He has since moved many times with the pack he now calls home, Darkseid. Finally, he was pressured into the role of Alpha after the old leaders left and he the only Beta, so he has continued to rule in their stead.[/ul][/size][/font]

We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;

Just a little more..

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[/color] Hey, man. Rules are there for a reason, I wouldn't want to be caught off guard by something I should know:
Yes
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: Yesterday's Gone by Will Dailey or Whatever It Takes by Lifehouse
--- * I almost forgot!:

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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;

My loving master..

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Valan

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Age;; 17
Experience;; 1 year minus 2 months
Characters;; Korso

Aliases;; Valan, Val

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