Post by Titus on Jan 9, 2016 18:57:18 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Empoissox
Years RPing: 4 Years {About}
Other: Nope
How You Found Us: None
General
Name: Stag
Birthday: October 10, 2014
Gender: Male
Species: Red Wolf
Physical
Height: 31 inches
Length: 56 inches
Weight: 72 lbs
Coat Color: Reddish Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Health Issues: None
Other Information: None
Mental
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: Stag was birthed by Hannibal along with his two siblings, Scorpion and Lecter. Both were males as well and all of them had the same biting temperament as their mother. Stag was probably the most rebellious of the three and was constantly disobeying orders. Hannibal had her paws full with the task of finding enough food for the four of them and was away most of the time, giving Stag the perfect opportunity to explore. Since he never got along well with his brothers he often found himself wandering the red sands alone. Luck always seemed to be in his favor and he would find his way back to the den before his mother returned to scold him. However Scorpion would always try and win his mothers attention and took pride in telling her the days event. The fact that Stag went off on his own never seemed to be a missed topic and he received many scolding's any how. After a while he began to stick closer to the den and spent many long days lying in the shade of whatever objects he could find. Lecter and Scorpion would often join him, since there were not many of such objects, and be constantly talking. When they finally quieted down in the heat of the afternoon sun Stag would sneak away. He only spent brief moments exploring but it quelled his annoyance as well as his boredom. Once he reached around thirteen months of age Stag had joined his mother on many scavenging party's along with his siblings. One cooler day when his mother, Scorpion and Lecter left in search of food Stag hung behind. Once they were well out of his view he headed in the opposite direction. He had not seen any signs of what his mother called the "humans" and was curious, a trait he had yet to grow out of. His objective was to find some of these odd creatures jut so he could boast about. Being less then full grown he was an easy target for predators and just when he thought he was about to discover something wonderful a sharp pain hit his shoulder causing him to stumble and collapse. Whatever had hit him made a loud banging noise, however he did not get time to investigate before he drifted off into sleep. When Stag regained consciousness he found himself in a dark den shaped object with no entrance. Of course he panicked and pushed frantically against the walls of his confinement. He soon realized it was no use, and so defeated Stag lied on the brittle ground and let sleep claim him. A loud crash awoke him and shortly after the noise was followed by him careening sideways in many directions. He found himself plummeting downward, or what he thought was down, and landing with a splash into the icy water. Had his latch no broke in all the turmoil he would have drowned, but luck was on his side once again and he furiously worked his paws until his muzzle broke the surface. At first he could separate nothing from the reddened sky but then he realized the dark mass before him was land, and land meant freedom. Paddling with his remaining strength he arrived on the island shortly after moon rise. He had arrived at Anikira, a place where humans did not exist and wolves thrived.
Personality: He takes after Hannibal in an alarming way, though he is not nearly as charming as the mother that birthed him. He's colder, more biting and honest than her, and doesn't care for others' opinions of him. He hold great hate to those who question his decisions or any other outsiders that don't agree with his values or morals - rather, the lack thereof. Any threat, perceived or real, is eliminated. If he is betrayed, then they are also disposed of.
He rebels against those who try to own him and fights against any feelings that may leave him vulnerable. Everywhere he sets foot he leaves with destruction in his wake. Never has he grown to trust another living soul and lacks the patients to, letting lies flow from his jaws like poisoned blood. His gaze cuts through anyone never settling on a single being for longer the a second.
Stag has grown out of the curiosity that plagued him as a pup and choses to leave his past where it is. Never does he spare a thought to those he left behind and regards all with cold calculation. Most assume that insanity has grasped his mind, but his instability his no where near insanity.
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