[Mackenzie Valley Wolf] Sanris

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General
Name: Sanris
Birthday: February 21, 2010
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley wolf

Physical
Height: 36 inches
Length: 59 inches
Weight: 144 lbs
Coat Color: Black with a white underbelly, intermixed with darker greys along his back.
Eye Color: Yellow
Health Issues: None
Other Information: None

Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: Sanris grew up on the fringes of a large pack's territory, raised by his mother. His father had died soon after he was born, after straying too far into the pack's territory. He and Sanris's mother were, in a sense, theives. They lived by stealing prey across the border of the pack's territory and sneaking shares of the kills. After his father's death, his mother continued this practice. Sanris, having no other siblings, was told harshly to stay put, and stay quiet, at the very edge of the border while his mummy was out. He would stay, day after day alone, as still and silent as he could be, for he had seen the wounds his mother reaped from stealing and tresspassing.
Sometimes the pack wolves found him, because he carried the scent of his mother.
The beatings were often quick and brutal, mostly anger taken out on a pup that carried the scent of one who had caused them frusteration. His mother's dishonesty made her young offspring pay dearly.
Sanris learned very quickly that life was not given to him free, and could be taken away in the span of a moment. Though he was large for a pup, he was still a pup, and not one trained in fighting, against several full-grown wolves. He learned to be afraid, to submit and do anything to buy his life, or he would die. His mother didn't care- Sanris's conception had been a mistake, and now he was just a reminder of her dead mate. Besides, if he was killed, she would have less work. So sanris was on his own. Is it any wonder he grew into a coward? The prospect of death to a pup was terrifying.
As soon as Sanris could hunt sufficently, he left the pack and his mother behind, with no intention of ever coming back. He travelled for nearly two years, lying, stealing prey, anything to keep him alive. He didn't encounter many solitary wolves, but those that he did often attacked. During the hungry, harsh winters, Sanris clung to life like a human miser to his wallet, greedy and petty. He became ruthless in his own way, doing horribly immoral things to stay alive. His conscience shrank as his heart grew colder.
He was never cruel for no reason, simply mercilless and selfish. His brand of evil was more backstabbing, cheating, and lying, not right-out murder. Packs still terrified him, and so he stayed well away, but he slowly interested in the protection other wolves could offer him. His fear, however, still kept him from approaching any borders.
Now, trouble is brewing in the land of Anikira. There is talk, in shadows and whispers, about a new pack, the greatest of them all. Osani. Sanris tells himself that he will find this pack, and join it- for no one wishes to be on the wrong side of the soon to be most powerful wolves of Anikira.

Personality: Sanris's whole personality is based on his own survival. He fears death, and he fears wolves who could cause this. Because of this, he lies, uses fowl play, grovels, anything to keep himself alive. He never had anyone to care for or care for him growing up, so there is very little compassion in him. When meeting him, he will come off as weak-willed and timid. But once his life is ensured, he sheds that and becomes a rather sour, synical wolf. He likes sarcasm, but doesn't use it often since it can anger others. He doesn't, or hasn't, ever had friends, and doesn't understand mutual benefits. Sanris is petty, greedy, selfish, and has little conscience. He posseses intelligence and wit but not the imagination or the more tender feelings- love, affection, caring- to use it for anything but selfishness. He does, however, have a weak stomach for killing, which is why he resorts to more clever ways of staying alive, but will spill blood if needed.
He also, oddly, has never considered the possibility of power or leadership, but if he did, it would surely intoxicate him.
Basically, all that matters to this wolf is what's in it for him.
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