[I know for a fact someone is going to pee themselves laughing at his name…^^]

[x] Name: Bug (Short for Bug-a-Boo)

[x] Age: 3

[x] Breed: Timber Wolf/ Tundra Wolf Blood Lines.

[x] Gender: Male

[x] Description: Lets start with his head and work our way down. Bug’s face is well defined, his muzzle anuglar and his smile enough to break the ice with anyone or anything. His muzzle is flecked with fur of numerous silver tickings, black and also grey, giving him a rather strange coat colouring. From beneath his chin and all the way back there is some sort of a cream or ivory coloured bib, that tends to give him a rather comical appearance at times. His frame is quite large, matching any normal brutes, and he does have muscles that can be seen beneath his thick pelt when he moves. Most of the time his appearance is what drives females away, as he is rather…. Strange. Smooth and silky fur covers his face and his ears are black, contrasting with the rest of his lighter fur. His eyes are one of the things that cause females, and males alike to find him strange and deceiving.. As one of the is a bright jaded emerald, and the other of a deep royal purple. How that happened he will never know, although it does contrast brightly with his bland pelt colour, and earns him some strange stares from others.

His shoulders are broad, giving him the masculine loook that most males desire. His legs are long and well proportioned to the rest of his body, the paws larger then most, and each adorned with black claws. His tail is usually fluffed up although at the moment it is rather matter giving him yet another strang ething about him. His fur is usually tousled or played with, as if the wind hd whipped through his pelt numerous times.. Although it is what gives him that certain aire about him.. Of a jesterly sort. The fur gives him some sort of rugged handsomeness, as if a ranger from the forests or something like that. One ear is notched if only barely and the rest is left as a mystery.. Smiles are well known from him, and his eyes tend to show emotion quite abit, sadness happiness.. Its all there.

[x] Personality: Bug is about as strange as a wolf can get. He has his sins, and he has his heavenly stuff that well.. Makes the male him. He can be seen sometimes singing himself strange songs that he makes up on a whim, or in a state of almost unintrusive thought. He can be calm and almost fade into the background, although usually wolves get a whiff of him and his insanity, staring at his eyes and wondering how in hells name he managed that.. Before he fades away again. He can be the centre of attention, cracking jokes and making an outright fool of himself.. When ever he feels like it... Around the males. He has an issue with females, and every time he sees one that gets him wondering strange thoughts.. it makes him cant his head slightly, judging her character as if well.. He doesnt even know. Females have always been a strange place, and ever since the one pup hood love he had rejected him.. He's sort of become scared of the whole.. Courting thing. Sure he'll do it on occasion but it is still rare that a female catches his attention if she's not in heat.. Or asking something of him. (if you get my drift) He's always had a thing for breeding season, as the ones you breed with usually forget about you anyways.. He'll probably continue doing what ever it is he does until he finally settles down.. If he ever does.. The male has issues, that’s for sure. Once he gets passed the whole "courting" thing, he can become one of the sweetest things you have ever known, making up little songs, anything to suit whoever it is that caught his odd coloured eyes attention. Bug is what some would call the pack jester.. He could be an Omega and live to play the part, at every moments notice doing something drastically daring, or something that atleast deserves an eye turned in his direction. He is outgoing, and all he's ever wanted to do was live and leave some sort of rememberance behind.. Whether it be because of the strange joke he just told, or because his appearance managed to leave its mark, he considers it a job well done.

[x] Family: (All deceased, except perhaps a Sister or Brother.. Whereabouts unknown)
[x] Mother: Fanny
[x] Father: Eugene Sr.
[x] Sister(s): Florence, Beatrice, and Gertrude
[x] Brother(s): Horence, and Eugene Jr.

[x] A Bugs Life

It all started the fateful day that two wolves mated, and eventually gave birth to six pups; three female and three males. All of them had normal, almost blue eyes.. Although one little male stood out from the rest. His eyes were (at least one of them was) a bright jaded emerald. The other was of a soft lilac, that would indefinitely darken as he matured. So he was the oddball of the bunch forced to become as strange as wolves come these days. Which hey, could be a good thing, seeing as most wolves these days are obsessed with their looks, the way they curve their backs to attract the attention of a roguishly handsome male.. and all the things that most wolves only dream about doing.

His life had always been considered different then the other families.. They all had marvelous, rich and regal names.. And he was stuck with one like… Bug-A-Boo. Why? His parents excuse was that he had been cute as a bug when he was born and they just started calling him it.. and it sort of well.. Stuck to him. His parents definitely weren’t to be called normal either. They were a tight family everyone always talking with the other, and their jokes and stories always a tie that was marvelous in its own right. If ever someone wants a tale filled with strange morals and high moments filled with excitement, bug was the wolf to see. He had always had a thing for small pups and the way their eyes opened in astonishment as a new prospect was thrown in front of them. Sometimes he dreams of having a family, small flickers of a smile flitting across his handsome face. Other moments hes rather glad he doesn’t have a family.. although what he truly craves for is a mate.. And not just any one. They have to be the one.

Bug was usually on the outskirts of his smalll family pack, for he didnt think himself mavelous or stupendous.. He was just.. Bug. He (strangely enough) rather liked the name, finding that it gave him some sort of importance, a name like that was not easily forgotten.. It was different then the others, not regal, nor vain.. It was just him, plain and simple, and thats the way he liked it. To be remembered for a heinous deed, or to be remembered just because the visit that one had with him was memorable.. He preferred the second to anything. His family loved him and he loved them back.. Sometimes. He was a virile male, with his own thoughts and ideas, however stupid or impossible they might have been. He was the only one in the family who seemed to think outside the box.. His friends still thought of him as “The Bug” who could sit alone and ocntemplate things that the others had never bothered to even think of before. He liked to wonder how it would feel to fly, to be able to jump as high as some of the creatures he had seen in the forest.. Bug was just like that, figuring out things in his own special way.

Once when he was about one, he threw himself from the top of a small border in the hopes of being able to take off like a bird.. Not a smart idea, but he still managed to learn from the experience, a small notch torn out of his ear from the fall, and limping on a leg for a week or two as it healed. He learned canines were meant to have all four feet on the floor, well most of the time.. and that they could not however much they wished; become airborn. Bug continued to wonder what it felt like even after the accident.. What would it feel like? There were few mometns of serenity around Bug, as his actions and sometimes words caused fits of laughter, where the others could not even breathe, or a good natured conversation where his smile lit up the room.. He was just that way.

Years went by with no surprises, his sisters and brothers all found love, crushes and everything their parents had ever dreamed for them.. Bug was more then enough alone, females sort of put off by his enthusiasm for life, for everything really. Finally he left his old attitude and slowly became what he is today, sarcastic and serious, at other times...well.. as close to normal as he can get. Insanity was always a perculier thought in his own mind.. and he liked to classify himself as such, just because he thought that maybe the way to someones heart was through speech, not food, or even looks.. He himself was handsome not overly so, but he had gained the look of a few females who turned away as they found out he wanted nothing really to do with them.. As they had not managed to pull a heart string.

The male finally figured that if life was supposed to be as invigorating as he thought it to be, he would have to think outside of the box.. or actucally get out of it.. After some careful contemplation he left his family behind him.. deciding that his quest in life was... well.. to live. After a few weeks he managed to falll upon the lands of which he treads today, leaving a small imprint in the ground of what e hoped to be his new homeland. A pack with a name he could live under.. With his banner held high with pride.. His mismatched eyes showing his patriotism to hispack his mate.. and osmeday maybe even family.. For it was all he had ever dreamed.



[x] Any Special Traits:
- Strange eyes, one of Jade and one of cerulean blue hues
- Black ears
- A wonderful smile that all should see^^


[Crappiest history in the world though, and I do apologise!][/color]

Hey,

Thats a fantastic profile, everything is well written. Only one problem as far as I can see. This is a realistic forum, as far as wolf looks are concerned and 'royal purple' is not a natural colour for a wolf's eye.

~Thats all! Please change that and you shall be accepted.

Thanks^^

Katie

Bonjour,

I changed it from purple to blue^^ Hope thats alright!

<Bug

Thank you, thats much better. Sheet accepted!

~Katie