S E L W Y N
"Moon Blessed"
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Name:
Selwyn
Name Meaning:
Moon Blessed
Pronunciation:
SELL-win
Nicknames:
Sel | Wyn | Selly | Win | Elwyn | Moonshade | Silverleaf | Sagepaw | Etherpaw
Alias:
Selwyn the Moonbound | Moonveil Alchemist | The Apothecary | The Undertaker
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Age:
6 Years, 8 Months
Gender:
Male
Pronouns:
He/Him
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Rank:
Apothecary
[Freshly Promoted]
Desired Rank:
Content
Thoughts On The Trails?:
Sighs... there will be a lot of injured wolves, is there?
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Body:
Selwyn has a lean and little frame, resulting in a longer and slender body than most of the muscular wolves in the pack. More so, built for mobility rather than combat. Selwyn lacks the thick, bulked-up muscle mass of the warrior wolves, but his form is well-toned, built for quick bursts of movement and graceful strides.
His movements are fluid and efficient, allowing him to pivot effortlessly through dense forests or rocky terrain. His spine has a natural flexibility, aiding his swift, calculated footwork. As for his skeletal structure, it's light, making him faster on his feet, but durable enough to endure long journeys.
His hindquarters are slightly elongated, allowing him extra propulsion when he sprints. He can dodge attacks, slip through narrow spaces, and scale uneven terrain easily. Unlike the warriors, Selwyn moves with deliberate speed and calculated efficiency: conserving energy rather than wasting it on unnecessary exertion.
His paws are smaller, allowing precise footing. He navigates unstable ground better than wolves with broader paws built for pure traction.
Face:
His muzzle is long and streamlined, subtly narrowing toward the tip, giving him a sharp yet graceful appearance. His jawline holds a quiet strength, firm but not exaggerated, lending a balance between intelligence and quiet confidence. His cheekbones are defined, though not overly pronounced, catching enough light to highlight his movements. His face holds subtle symmetry, making his features distinct but not severe - the kind that draws attention for its quiet precision rather than dominance.
His dark ash grey eyes are shadowed yet perceptive, deep pools of silent observation. In dim lighting, his gaze appears almost velvety, as if his thoughts sit just beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. Silver flecks near his pupils that catch the light, flickering like embers in the dark - never intrusive, just enough to add an eerie depth. However, his gaze is calm yet commanding, holding a presence that lingers, as though he always knows more than he lets on.
Selwyn's muzzle is dusted in a softer silver, fading into the deeper brindle tones along his cheeks and forehead. Faint streaks of pale gray cut across his brow, resembling remnants of moonlight, a reminder of both his wisdom and mystical aura. His jawline darkens slightly, creating a subtle fade into shadow, making his expressions even more enigmatic in low light.
His ears are slightly larger than average, always tilted forward, giving him an ever-aware expression, as though he hears what others miss.
Height:
He stands between 28 to 40 inches (71-76 cm) at the shoulder. He's slightly taller than average for mobility, allowing him to stride effortlessly through rough terrain and move swiftly when needed. His frame is elongated rather than stocky, giving him a fluid and agile presence.
Weight:
His weight is 80-90 lbs (36-41 kg). He's lean and light, allowing for speed and dexterity, but not frail, as his muscles are built for endurance rather than raw force. His weight is well-distributed, making him quick on his feet without being too fragile in a scuffle.
Coat:
Selwyn's fur and coat reflect his agility and his supposed mystical connection to the moon. His color is akin to a moonlight brindle pattern is not just his unique feature, but an extension of his presence, a shaping tapestry of shadows and silver caught in a soft light. His coat is silky yet dense, offering enough warmth for colder nights but without the heavy weight that would slow him down. It holds a natural softness, but in certain light, the layered strands create a more textured, almost rugged effect, especially along his back and shoulders. Unlike warriors who have a thick, protective pelts, his fur is moderate in length, helping him remain quick, flexible, and unburdened by excess bulk.
His base color is a deep gray, nearly charcoal in some areas, but interwoven with light silver streaks that shimmer under the moonlight. The brindle effect comes in subtle rippling bands, shifting between ashen gray, silver mist, and dusky black. It's like light filtering through leaves in the evening. His muzzle and chest are slightly paler, almost frosted with an off-white hue, adding contrast to his darker shades.
His legs hold faint brindle striping, more noticeable near his paws, where dark bands swirl softly like shadowered mist curling around his feet.
In winter, his fur thickens slightly, taking on a cooler hue, with silver undertones becoming more pronounced, making him blend into snowy landscapes easily. In summer, however, his coat lightens ever so lightly, revealing more earthy hues beneath he gray and silver: subtle warm browns hidden in the undertones like faded birch bark.
When he walks, his fur catches the light, making the brindle pattern appear as if it's constantly shifting: never quite static, always floating. When standing still in dim lightning, he can easily fade into the surroundings, his muted silver and gray tones merging with the environment like a shadow blending into the forest floor.
Eyes:
His irises are a smoldering shade of gray, not quite silver, not quite charcoal: a shifting tone somewhere in between. In dim light, his gaze appeared shadowed, almost velvety in its darkness, making it difficult to read his thoughts. When exposed to moonlight or sunlight, hidden silver flecks emerge, subtle and ghostly, like ashes caught in a breeze, revealing a quiet but perceptive glint.
His stare is calculating, observant, holding an almost unsettling clarity, as if he always sees more than he lets on. Unlike piercing eyes that demand dominance, his gaze is soft yet commanding, holding the kind of confidence that comes not from force, but from knowledge. When he listens, his eyes narrow just slightly, absorbing information like ink sinking into parchment, showing he's always processing, considering. When focused, his gaze becomes keen, intense, but not aggressive, more like a hunter studying the wind rather than a fighter preparing to attack.
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Personality:
☾ Observant and Calculating: He notices small details others overlook, always weighing his options before acting.
☾ Calm and Composed: Rarely shaken, he maintains a steady control, even in tense situations.
☾ Resourceful and Adaptive: Quick-thinking, able to solve problems with minimal resources using his knowledge and creativity.
☾ Patient and Methodical: He never rushes, preferring precision and thoughtfulness in both conversations and action.
☾ Resilient and Quietly Strong: He may not be a fighter, but his mental endurance is unmatched; he can withstand challenges without breaking.
☾ Secretive and Mysterious: Selywn doesn't reveal everything about himself, holding his wisdom like a well-kept herb, available only to those who earn it.
☾ Loyal, but Pragmatic: He values trust and companionship, but won't blindly follow without thinking through his own beliefs first.
☾ Independent and Self-Sufficient: Prefers to work alone, but is reliable when the pack needs him.
☾ Protective, but Indirect: Selwyn cares deeply, but his protection comes from keeping others healthy and informed, rather than battling.
☾ Subtly Witty: While not openly playful, his remarks carry depth, sometimes in dry humor, sometimes quiet insight.
☾ Feels Deeply, Shows Little: Beneath his controlled exterior, he cares, but his emotions are filtered, rarely displayed outright.
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Mate:
Open, PM Me
Crush:
Open, PM Me
Offspring:
Kailora
Exes:
He has one ex, a former fling, who is the mother of Kailora
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Kin:
Kailora | Daughter | Alive
Open
Affiliations:
☾ Kailora | Ash and Ember | Strained: To Selwyn, fatherhood was never meant to be a battle, but with Kailora, it has become just that. He sees her fire, the way she throws herself at the world with reckless abandon, fangs bared and never hesitating. It is the kind of boldness he admires in theory but fears in practice. A wolf like her should be untouchable, unstoppable, but even flames burn out when they rage too fiercely.
So he watches. Not in disapproval, but in quiet calculation. Making it seem like he doesn't care that deeply about his daughter due to the lack of open expressions.
His daughter believes he's too hesitant, too patient, too unwilling to strike first. To take risks. He knows that she thinks his caution is a weakness. She does not see what he sees: the dangers of unrestrained fury, the cost of choosing battle over strategy.
She does not understand yet; she does not see the scars waiting to form, the wounds she could've avoided if she just listened. Sadly, Selwyn learned that some lessons can't be taught - they must be felt.
Open, PM Me
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Other:
Should be completed. Let me know if you want me to add something else. <3
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