Post by Onyx on Mar 5, 2015 19:39:37 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Chili
Years RPing: 5
Other: Santhena Pup Bio
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General
Name: Onyx
Birthday: March 20, 2015
Gender: Male
Species: Tundra/Mackenzie Valley (Tundra dominant)
Physical
Height: 36 inches
Length: 59 inches
Weight: 155 pounds (previously 144, bought increase weight from the store)
Coat Color: Onyx is mainly black with silver intermingled in his pelt. He has a prominent silver patch around his left eye and a silver tip on his tail as well.
Eye Color: Orange
Health Issues: None
Other Information: I will continue to be buying increased Size for this guy but for now his stats remain as is.
Mental
Mental Stability: Slightly Unstable
History: Love. The word is so foreign to this wolf, as he had never even felt that very emotion. The only male pup out of a litter of four he had always been an outcast, cast aside and considered nothing but trash in comparison to his three sisters. He and his siblings had been the result of a one night stand; to say his existence was unwanted could be an understatement. From the moment he was born he had been neglected because of his gender. Although he had fought to live he was never truly wanted. He was considered a hindrance. Growing up in the Valyn pack held him back considerably. His sisters were always reveled and placed above him and he was hardly shown any attention. He felt loathed by everyone.. He hardly felt loved. He was still quite young when his father Sanris came to retrieve him from Athena, and for the rest of his younger years he was to be reared in Kairos. Datura, his adoptive mother, did not treat him kindly. He was considered irrelevant to the rest of her litter and a nuisance, but she still raised him. Even as the ebony and silver hued brute grew he was still considered far weaker then the rest. His own father played little part in his life and he grew up only vaguely remembering of what his true parents looked like. With each day that passed he truly wondered why he was still alive, why he was blessed with breathing another day. Living a tough life could truly wear one down, and it seemed that Onyx was becoming a ticking tomb bomb the bigger he grew and the older he became.
Personality: Onyx truly only knows one emotion, self loathing. He hates his very existent and often wonders, why him? Growing up surrounded by those who hate you makes you wonder why you even bother with living. He is in an almost constant state of depression and is incapable of loving. How can you love someone else if you yourself have never been loved? He is almost always tense and on guard, unsure of when someone will try to end his existence. Along with the self loathing comes hatred and pure fury. He is almost always angry, but he never shows this. His face forever remains a cool canvas, hiding his true emotions. This will not last forever, however. His anger is just boiling beneath the surface, and eventually it will explode. His sharp tongue is just a defense mechanism, his barbed words used to push others away. Onyx goes throughout his life feeling as if he has a target on his back, and although part of him yearns to be cared for he does not give in to that minuscule part of him. Often times he may come off as aloof, but he is always calculating. He knows better then most that it's a dog eat dog world, and he never takes anything for granted.
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