[Eastern Timber Wolf] Robin of Loxley Feb 22, 2016 14:38:59 GMT -5
Post by Loxley on Feb 22, 2016 14:38:59 GMT -5
Years RPing: Lost Track...
Other: Loxley will be using Arete's character slot
How You Found Us: ---
Birthday: February 28th, 2013
Species: Eastern Timber
Height: 30 Inches
Length: 52 Inches
Weight: 98 Pounds
Coat Color: White, Grey, Black
Eye Color: Seafoam Green
Health Issues: ---
Other Information: --
Mental Stability: Sane
Loxley's history begins long before his birth, with a male wolf named Sheriff. Sheriffs first memories were of good things, the same things a lot of wolves had. Though time would make them blurry, that brief time in the sunlight would be something he clung to for his first year of life. The time he spent with his mother was short and precious, and ended violently. That first year was a black seed planted within him, his life a lonely misery aside from when his owner decided to come by for a bit of entertainment, or the keeper he had employed bothered to feed him or clean out the small enclosure he had. The space had enough room for him to move about in, and a place for him to sleep, and be held in when the keeper remembered to clean. Though he hadn't understood at first, he came to know that that a human had taken him as a pup and sold him to the man who imprisoned him for his own amusement. There was no pleasure in life for him, no light.
A few weeks before his first birthday, a female was brought into the enclosure right beside his. She was heavily pregnant and terrified of him though he had little interest in her. Having never been socialized he knew little of how to behave towards her though by the time she gave birth he had come to understand her better. Grew somewhat fond of her as a matter of fact. Out of the three pups she birthed, only one survived, a small male she christened Loxley. The young pup was bright and excitable and it seemed like he could only see the good in the world. Though the little creature could be irritating, Sheriff found himself becoming violent towards the keeper and owner when they appeared. The lack of food and torment eventually became too much for the female and she expired soon after Loxley was weaned. Loxley himself was left alone for a few days before the owner decided to put him in with the older wolf, the reasoning behind which Sheriff would never know.
The beginning of his life was not easy. Between a dirty cage and only occasional meals, the young pup was unable to develop quickly. His legs did not grow as long as they could have on a regular diet, and the kibble that he was thrown occasionally was never enough for him to put on proper weight. He still grew, however, just not quite to his potential. If it had not been for Sheriff, who had now taken him on and was looking after him. The humans were frightening and mean and the stray dogs that roamed the area would even steal their food from time to time. There was no life here, and it soon became clear that the world was not good, especially in the youth's eyes. A dark veil was pulled over his mind, a shadow that would never leave the world regardless of how hard he tried to remove it.
Sheriff was grudging about taking up the mantle of caregiver to the pup. He was an irritable creature at best, hating the world he had come to live in. The loss of his companion had done little to change that. He was not the exactly the right one to give compassion to the pup, hell he was just about capable of the softer emotions. Still, Sheriff did his best to protect Loxley from the worst of the teasing, which was easy considering how given he was to angry outbursts. Aside from angry words and impatience though, most of his temper was not angled at the kid. By the time Loxley had grown into a young wolf, his unlikely guardian had learned to control his anger, if only because he realised it didn't matter how much he shouted. A twist of fate changed all that though, in the form of his charge and himself being removed from their prison and taken to a place that was perfect for their kind. How the two survived though would be up to them.
It seems not all humans were as evil as the ones they were used to and they didn't all agree with the way the pair had been treated. Animal rights activists had them removed and treated, fed up before moving them up north to a place called Yellowstone. The day of the release was terrifying and joyous, the pair never having lived outside of that dark hole all there lives. Sheriff was fully grown but Lox was as old as he had been when the pup had been born. Taking the lead, Sheriff took care of them, first by finding the remains of other kills and later by hunting. That was tricky but he realised he was a natural, Loxley being more of a help than he would have first thought though he made more mistakes than his teacher could tolerate. The strain had him always tense and he was perhaps not the kindest of teachers, but he did care if his charge survived which was enough in his mind. There were other wolves there and a lot of distrust on both sides, but eventually Loxley persuaded him to take the leap. His natural ability was what got him respect from them, but he paid them no mind either way.
Then events happened that would fundamentally change their relationship. Loxley had always had a sense of right and wrong, something Sheriff could sometimes be a little shady on. Unfortunately, Loxley didn't see things as he perhaps should have. The young male fell for the lowest of the pack, an Omega female that fell pregnant to him a months after he turned two. Whist Sheriff didn't agree with it, when push came to shove and Lox tried to protect the female, he protected the one he viewed as a brother. In the end, they were both torn up and the female was dead. Loxley had done some foolish things in their time together, but this was the last straw and it tore them apart. Pushed out of the pack, they went their separate ways. It was painful, for he did love the male as much as he was irritated by him, but irritation turned to anger and then to hatred, then to a cold nothingness. His life consisted of surviving, hunting, fighting, staying alive. Loxley spent their time apart roaming mostly on the edge of the pack that had nearly killed them, toying with them and stealing their left-over kills from time to time.
It was a dangerous existence, but he had to continue his lonely existence somehow. In fact, he had made it his mission to punish them for what they had done to her. They had destroyed her and their lives together, and he could not see them as anything but evil because of it. This led to him messing up their hunts, terrorizing their youth when they were alone, and wrecking all sorts of havoc when he could get away with it. In the end, however, he was not destined to remain lurking on the edges of their borders forever.
Fate decided that the two would come together again, an echo of the past coming to haunt them. He was fleeing the pack again, running from some stupid thing he had done to annoy them and barely getting away with his life. But things would be different today. As he ran, a familiar figure appeared several yards ahead. But just as he ran past him, he was struck in the side, a sharp pain in his shoulder slowing him down and eventually sending him face first into the dust. When the male woke up he was inside another cage, but beside him was his former friend, Sheriff. They traveled for what felt like ages, and from time to time the cages were lifted and moved or rocked and shifted. But then disaster struck once more. They were falling, much faster than was normal, and an impact with something hard and icy sent their cages tumbling across an icy tundra and breaking open with a painful crash. A burning wreck of metal in the middle of an icy expanse was not exactly what they had expected, but what were the two wolves to assume? And though the brothers had turned from each other, in this place that reeked of stranger wolves, perhaps the other was exactly who they needed.
To say that Loxley is cocky is an understatement. Although he did not grow up in the ideal environment, his narcissism never faltered. In fact, because of Sheriff's protection over him, he began to see himself as immensely important and valuable. That's not to say that he necessarily puts himself before others all the time, but he likes to think that he's pretty important, too. His rough upbringing also made him strong, though. He sees the world in a different way than other wolves do, at least some, anyways. Although he was sheltered and taken care of most of his life by Sheriff, he is acutely aware of the darkness in the world. He sees injustice and does everything in his power to right it, almost like a vigilante sometimes.
He hates to see others hurting, unless they deserve it, of course. There is a fine line between good and evil in his mind, and though some cross it from time to time, it is the ones that do so constantly that are a problem. He greatly dislikes to see others hurt or mistreated, especially if they are unable to defend or stand up for themselves. He strongly believes in justice, however the idea of lawfulness and obedience to laws set out by the often corrupt leadership of any world is a difficult subject for him. He understands loyalty and the need for laws in order to keep the peace, but he does not always agree with the laws that are set out, especially if they only benefit a certain group and oppress another.