[Tundra Wolf] Sheriff of Nottingham Feb 22, 2016 20:34:39 GMT -5
Post by Sheriff on Feb 22, 2016 20:34:39 GMT -5
Years RPing: Nearly four years.
How You Found Us: ...
Species: Tundra Wolf
Height: 32 Inches
Length: 60 Inches
Weight: 100 lbs
Coat Color: Black with white undertones.
Eye Color: Orange
Health Issues: Any problems your wolf may suffer from
Other Information: Additional information you feel pertains
Mental Stability: Unstable
History: 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 clunge 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 socialised 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. 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 to 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 brute 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 kid 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 of. The young male fell for the lowest of the pack, an Omega female that fell pregnant to him a few 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 seperate 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. After a failed attempt at a relationship with a female who was merely playing him, the male shut down completely, deciding that it was easier to simply live apart.
Fate decided that the two would come together again, an echo of the past coming to haunt them. Humans in trucks appeared and began to herd him away from the edges of Yellowstone. He had a brief image of a familiar silver wolf to his right just before a loud bang drew his attention and something became stuck to his hindleg. A snarl escaped him as he lost control of his body and blacked out. The next thing he knew, he was back in a cage, the wolf he once considered brother next to him. They travelled in silence, at least on Sheriffs part, a spike of concern that he hadn't felt for anything in a long time as he watched the humans come for Loxley and himself. With a repeat of the bang and blackout routine, Sheriff had no idea what to expect when he came too. A burning wreck of metal in the middle of an icy expanse was not exactly what had come to mind. And though the brothers had turned from each other, in this place that reaked of stranger wolves, perhaps the other was exactly who they needed.
Personality: To say he was an irritable creature would be to put it mildly. Sheriff has learned to life in a world he takes little pleasure in living in. The isolation of his youth, and later on, has left him with very few 'people skills'. He is straight talker with a southern accent that he just can't get away from and little patience for fools. Though he was prone to aggressive outbursts at one time, he has adapted to control the worst of his anger. After all, no ammount of shouting at the world will make it better, though it sure doea help on occasion. This male is untrusting and defensive, seeing only enemies in the eyes of the unknown. Though, as he showed through his years as Loxleys caretaker and brother, he is not wholey without compassion, not completely frozen and cut of from anything good inside him. He's damned loyal when given a reason to be.
Losing Lox was hard for him, and though they may be together again, things might not be as they were. Sheriff has a tough skin though, marching on when others would have fallen, dealing with the hard stuff himself because he sure as hell has no one he can rely on to do it for him. He's a fighter, quick and sharp, like an arrow in flight, difficult to move off course. Working as part of a unit will be a difficult thing for him to learn, but he has adapted to so many things in the road to keeping him alive. Perhaps he can change, which considering the amount of walls he has built up around himself would be as much of miracle as it would be for him to ever let anyone truely into his heart. What part of it remains.