Post by shiver on Dec 29, 2011 9:12:47 GMT -6
Name: Zed
Age: Seventeen Years
Rank: Loner
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Pack: Loner
Breed of Wolf: Arctic Wolf/Alaskan Malamute
Tribal Marking: None
Describe your Wolf: Supposedly, he was thought to be neither dead nor alive by his previous pack. So he practically adopted the phrase "dead dog walking" and kept it as his own. He is mostly grey, or blue as his fur looks, with dark blotching along his backside, tail, ears and feet with lighter grey on his stomach. Also a scar remains from the front of his ear to about where his cheek bone slightly points outwards.
Personality: Some what sadistic and a bit of a psychopath, he was self trained to withstand excruciating amounts of pain and can be very non-sociable due to his harsh and back stabbing past. Because of the messed up ear drum that keeps him from hearing small whispers, he gets rather angry if someone isn't speaking loud enough for him to hear. But in fact, even with his always menacing and grouchy outlook, maybe he can find just a speck of sympathy in his cold black heart to love someone again. In other words, he's really just a grumpy old grizzly bear who has trouble hearing and seeing but can give a damn.
History: Born as the runt to a lone mother, he was picked on and bullied up until he turned two years old. By the time he had turned one, his mother and her pups had found a home within a small pack of about half a dozen rebels. When he turned two, he was accepted to be trained to be a strong brute with a lust for blood. After the flavor of blood started to taste like fresh spring rain to him, he started to become uncontrollable and deadly. They used him as a pawn to destroy anyone who waltzed into the territory of these rebels, before he turned on his own pack mates, killing three. After that, in secret, the pack's leaders ganged up on him and left him to die in his own pool of blood. But what they didn't know, was that he wasn't dead. He barely survived with a broken front limb and multiple gashes in his flesh, but rest assured he had risen from the dead.
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Age: Seventeen Years
Rank: Loner
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Pack: Loner
Breed of Wolf: Arctic Wolf/Alaskan Malamute
Tribal Marking: None
Describe your Wolf: Supposedly, he was thought to be neither dead nor alive by his previous pack. So he practically adopted the phrase "dead dog walking" and kept it as his own. He is mostly grey, or blue as his fur looks, with dark blotching along his backside, tail, ears and feet with lighter grey on his stomach. Also a scar remains from the front of his ear to about where his cheek bone slightly points outwards.
Personality: Some what sadistic and a bit of a psychopath, he was self trained to withstand excruciating amounts of pain and can be very non-sociable due to his harsh and back stabbing past. Because of the messed up ear drum that keeps him from hearing small whispers, he gets rather angry if someone isn't speaking loud enough for him to hear. But in fact, even with his always menacing and grouchy outlook, maybe he can find just a speck of sympathy in his cold black heart to love someone again. In other words, he's really just a grumpy old grizzly bear who has trouble hearing and seeing but can give a damn.
History: Born as the runt to a lone mother, he was picked on and bullied up until he turned two years old. By the time he had turned one, his mother and her pups had found a home within a small pack of about half a dozen rebels. When he turned two, he was accepted to be trained to be a strong brute with a lust for blood. After the flavor of blood started to taste like fresh spring rain to him, he started to become uncontrollable and deadly. They used him as a pawn to destroy anyone who waltzed into the territory of these rebels, before he turned on his own pack mates, killing three. After that, in secret, the pack's leaders ganged up on him and left him to die in his own pool of blood. But what they didn't know, was that he wasn't dead. He barely survived with a broken front limb and multiple gashes in his flesh, but rest assured he had risen from the dead.
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