Inactive Character
Dalgarrus
Rating:
3L - 2S - 3V
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Lord of Thunder
Profile Pages
Dal-Gar-Us
Species
Tundra Wolf
Age
2 years
Birth Date
Sex
Male (He | Him)
Height
Tall
Weight
Average
Build
Athletic
Scent
Petrichor and Ozone
Eyes
Electric Blue
Fur
Blue-Grey | Gold
Traits
Mark of Mythris
Occasional wispy blue aura
Aesthetic
Dalgarrus Varungar
Lord of Thunder
Reactive
Cunning
Diplomatic
Restless
Observant
3·2·3
— "Lightning strikes Indiscriminately, So shall I" —
A Roiling Storm
A Counselor, Mentor, Shepard of the WEAK and lost of a world displaced from- Removed. Not by some OUTSIDE force but of his own fruition. Seeking a missing part of himself that was LOST from his life. Journey to search for a FORCE that used to contain a might and strength that was such a FRIGID presence beside him. He knows this with absolute certainty that he seeks something, that his own soul carries the burden of an OLD soul that doesn't match THIS body. That when he looks to the storms and arcs of light that dance the skies and DRUM their song they CALL to him.
Do not let his statue fool you, for although he isn't lumbering or BULKY like many others he has a strength that coils in his form, muscles and cunning eyes that read any who decided to test their teeth against his. He keeps many of his own thoughts and opinions to himself, but not his mouth as he is willing to give suggestions and advice to any that ask- Friendship and companionship to those that walk alone. But he is never one to stay for long, his eyes look to a distance on the horizon only he can see, like the lighting that jumps across the skies so too does his steps.
"Bright-eyed, Rough edges, Scrapped raw and twisted with time. Where was his soft epilogue?"
Do not let his statue fool you, for although he isn't lumbering or BULKY like many others he has a strength that coils in his form, muscles and cunning eyes that read any who decided to test their teeth against his. He keeps many of his own thoughts and opinions to himself, but not his mouth as he is willing to give suggestions and advice to any that ask- Friendship and companionship to those that walk alone. But he is never one to stay for long, his eyes look to a distance on the horizon only he can see, like the lighting that jumps across the skies so too does his steps.
"Bright-eyed, Rough edges, Scrapped raw and twisted with time. Where was his soft epilogue?"
Current Whereabouts
— Majorly Injured
— Single
Unknown
— Loner
— Single
Unknown
— Loner
Dalgarrus' hair type is fluffy and dense and might be exaggerated to look like it. 35" in height.
Art @undertakerU | @duudlin