Post by Wynter on Jun 20, 2015 8:16:18 GMT
Nickname(s): (Totally optional) None
Age: 3 Years
Rank: (See "Ranks" above.) Scout
Species: (No magic. Get staff approval (via the chatbox or PM) before using a hybrid.) Artic
Pack: (See "The Packs of Wolf Valley" above.) Frosters
Appearance: (Must be at least 100 words in length.)
Wynter has a fine white coat that doesn't have a speck of dust on it. He is on the smaller end of the medium scales for height, weight and length. His tail is a bit on the fluffy side. His underbelly is also white as well. His paws are white but strangely his claws are black. His paw pads are a bright pink, and his feet are bigger than normal. His eyes are a beautiful yellow that looks like a galaxy deep in space, and can entrance you if you stare too long at them. His ears are white with pink hairs on the inside, not to mention they are almost always back.
Personality: (Must be at least 100 words in length.)
Wynter is a very shy wolf. He doesn't remember the evils in people, so he thinks the best of everyone. He's very sensitive about his relationships with people because he doesn't have really any. Wynter's very kind, and has a hard time saying no to people in need. He has a very strong connection to nature, a very big part of that is because it's the only thing that keeps him company. He has enough knowledge and experience with plants and berries enough to tell you which are tasty, and which can kill you in less than a minute. He's extremely fast, and very good at hiking. Managing supplies on the go come naturally to him as well. He doesn't like to see people fight, but has a very strong instinct to protect his companions. If he can avoid killing animals, he will, even if it causes his body some (extensive) discomfort. His diet could even be considered almost vegetarian. One could say his protein portions are like a special meal he has once in a while, just to keep him going. Wynter isn't very assertive, but he does have valid information to give for almost any situation. He has a beautiful howl, and loves music, and the sounds of the forest. He is very quick to apologize, sometimes even for things he doesn't do! When given instructions he follows them quickly and to the best of his ability. If he feels he is inconveniencing someone, he try's to get out of the way as soon as possible or do something to keep himself from being a nuisance.
History: (If included, must be at least 150 words in length.)
Wynter has almost always been alone. Most of his memory has been lost due to past events, going back to day one. His mother, Rosaria, was taken from the Rocky Mountains to Yellowstone park for human enjoyment. Both his parents were pure wolves. Because of overpopulation, the pregnant mother was going being shipped to another park ,whilst the dad was to take a separate plane to the same location. Wynter was born 4 months before the impending flight. The plane they boarded, had been hijacked by a group of terrorists who were going to crash the aircraft straight into Greenwich! However, the passengers managed to fight them off and sink the plane into the ocean. The pair survived in a life raft accompanied by a few humans. After the humans had run out of emergency supplies, they decided to eat the wolves. His mother took advantage of the fact that the humans had opened her cage in an attempt to kill her, and managed to slaughter them shortly after they had made their decision.
Eventually, they landed at a beach somewhere, starving for 3 days after the human remains were gone.As they landed on the island, a group of rogues awaited them. The two befriended the rogues not knowing who they were, or their intentions after the group insisted they tagged along. On the first night they were given some food. After that, they stopped feeding them. They forced them to stay, slowly dying day by day.
One night, his mother tried to sneak Wynter some food. The leader caught her and was enraged. He clawed out one of her eyes as punishment for her "treachery". The mother knew they had to leave right then, and in the morning they fled. The same rouges she once considered friends became her worst nightmare in their relentless chase to kill her, and her son.
She had managed to outrun them, and was able to tend to her wounds. When the pain in her face had subsided, she hid away her child, for they were right back on her tail! She was eventually run off the island at a cliff where she was pushed into the ocean.
The child was temporarily in the clear; In the den of another native wolf who had not yet come home. The owner of the den was attacked by the same rogues and never returned, leaving the young wolf with a place to stay, and food enough to last for weeks.
By the time the food had run out, he was conscious enough to know that he was alone. After taking some things with him, left the place. He was smart enough to know that the rogues were enemies, but he was not able to hunt, and had to follow their trails to scavenge the remains of their kills.
The rogues were eventually done with by a pack whose land they trespassed the following winter, but he had seen how they hunted, and communicated, and had a lesser but substantial education on survival. That was that day he went in his first hunt. Since then he had a few run ins with bands of rogues, which normally resulted in him having to hide away for a while, but at this point it didn't really bother him.
Finally, after a few more years went bye, he had learned most of the native language and was comfident enough to engage in conversations with non-hostiles a he passed bye. People would often ask about the scar on his head, to he would say he didn't know about. His life has always been about survival, so it's best that he didn't remember all those people he's seen die. Sometimes, he gets flash backs, which cause him to black out for a few seconds. They usually wont cause him any pemanent damage though. One of these attacks happened right when he was passing through the boundary of one of the packs trying to head north. Thankfully, he was taken in by a wolf that inhabited the area. However, the wolf was wanted for commiting horrible crimes in the nearby pack. They soon stormed the den and took him away, but Wynter ran off before they found him, The experience has taught him to stay away from the packs and their affairs whenever possible. He continued his journey, travelling all across the island, all just to get to the north. Wolves who see him pass by are hesitant because of how timid he looks, but it isn't wise to underestimate him!
Talents: Knows lots about plants, great jumper, very fast.
Habits: Black Outs, getting shy and running away.
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