Name: Razor

Age: 2

Gender: Male

Pack: Loner

Position:

Appearance: Razor is a tall wolf with a muscular build, and very mildly overweight. His entire pelt is pure black, making him as dark on the outside as he is on the inside. His pelt is long and thick, but he has a scruff on his neck that is even more long and thick. This helps to protect his throat in case of a battle. His claws and fangs are razor sharp, hence the name Razor. His teeth are a glistening white, making them frighteningly contrasted to the rest of his body. His claws are just as black as his fur. His eyes are brown, and they always have a malicious glint in them. His ears are erect, ever alert to any noise. His gait is slow and strong, although he can be fast when he needs to be. He walks with his head and tail held high most of the time, in an air of malicious confidence. If you were to look at him, you would immediately be frightened at what you saw. There's just something about him that makes you sense his malicious nature.

Personality: Razor is an evil wolf who enjoys hurting, if not killing others in the most painful manner possible. If he's not in the mood to inflict physical pain, he'll be happy to make your life miserable with cold-hearted insults, as well as spreading lies about others. One can't say that Razor has any friends, because that would imply that there are wolves that he is fond of. He really isn't fond of anyone else, but there are a few wolves who he finds to be worthy companions. Most wolves, however, wish not to cross paths with Razor, as he is a bloodthirsty wolf, and it's not hard to get on his hitlist. Once you've made it onto his hitlist, watch out, because Razor's determination is quite strong, and he'll only back down if he sees he can't win. He is wise, and knows how to pick his battles carefully. He also knows that higher ranking wolves are to be respected, and, whether he likes the wolves or not, he knows he must show respect. That won't stop a higher ranking wolf from making it onto his hitlist, but it is less likely, as he knows if he were to try anything on a high enough ranking wolf, he might just lose the fight if the rest of the pack comes to his victim's defense. Razor doesn't have a lot of patience, and he doesn't tolerate anyone who does something he doesn't like. This is a wolf who is truly not to be messed around with.

History: Razor was born the strongest out of a litter of 4 pups to the alpha pair. The pack lived in a treacherous land that was very hostile towards growing pups. The den was flea-ridden, and the pups were constantly bothered by fleas sucking their blood. By the time their eyes were opened, most of them were weak and emaciated. Razor was a bit thin, but he seemed to fair better than everyone else. When they were old enough to begin eating meat, only Razor was strong enough. In fact, his siblings began dying one-by-one. It was general practice for the wolves to eat the bodies of wolves who died, and Razor's first experience with cannibalism happened when he got to eat some of his littermates. The pack philosophy was that if they eat the bodies of dead wolves, it would keep the taste of wolf blood strong in their mouths, and they would be all the meaner for it. That seemed to work for Razor, as he thoroughly enjoyed the taste of wolf meat. He thought it tasted better than any prey item, and he therefore yearned to kill and eat wolves.

As Razor grew, being the only survivor of the litter, he found ways to rid himself of the fleas, so that he could actually be a healthier wolf. When old enough, he was taught the crucial skills on how to hunt and, more importantly, fight. By the time he was a year old, he became quite good at fighting, and knew how to get the upper paw in a fight. He also knew by this point when to fight, and when not to fight. He was rather obsessed with fighting, as it was his favorite thing to do. He tended to be the one in the pack who was an expert at hurling insults, and he loved that as well. He was made heir to the alpha position, but suddenly, a problem arose. A highly contagious and fatal illness swept through the pack one summer. Razor's family all dropped like flies all around him, and soon there was no one left but him. Razor knew that if he were to stay healthy, he must leave the pack lands in search of someplace new. He was just two days shy of his second birthday when he fled his pack lands, and that was a month ago. Razor now searches for a new home where he can continue his evil ways.

(Other wolves: Snowcone, Keno, and the newly deceased Vengence)

Absolutely fine!

*Writes 'accepted' in glittery pen, and draws a smiley face too because the application is brill*