Name: Voce di Morte (Vahs di More-tay, meaing "Voice of Death" in Italian)
Age: 1 year
Gender: Brute
Pack: None
Position:

Appearance: His short tawny pelt is dashed with blacks, browns, and greys. Along his back runs a rich black stripe, from the top of his head down to the tip of his tail. When standing in the sun, parts of him seem to glow orange, but when in the shade, he's more grey than any other color.

Outlined with dark grey, his face is tan and thin, matching his body frame. His muzzle is long and leads to his pitch black nose, which he hardly uses. His eyes shine caramel in the sunlight, but are ringed with deep black. Standing out from his cream maw, his black lips always seem to smile, in a sly, devilish sort of way. The feature he uses most often, however, aside from his eyes, are his ears, which are tall and triangular, and slightly too large for his head.

He is leggy, and always has been. Although his black stripe melts into tan when it touches his legs, his paws are kissed with cream, and are small, but fit him well. His long legs help him run quick and sneek around, one of the things he loves to do.

Tipped and striped with black, his tail is almost as long as his legs and barely misses the ground when he's standing. He loves to fool others by using his tail for false body language. If you want his true emotions, you should look elsewhere.

Personality: Although small and weak, he uses others to his advantage. He's quick and clever, light on his feet, and he'll never pass up an oppotunity to con anyone into anything- even family- which is where he got his namesake. But don't be fooled by this sneeky devil, once his loyalty is gained, you can bet he'll be trustworthy and stick by your side until the end.

This little fellow is often jumpy- skiddish-, and he has a bad habit of twitching. When he speaks, his voice is soft and a little high pitched. He is clumsy, and has a goofy sense of humor, ranging from sick and twisted to lighthearted and pure. He doesn't know where he belongs, but he knows he doesn't like being a loner.

His heart melts for any fea that he thinks would suit him. He'll try sometimes, but not others, to sum up the courage to talk with the femme. It has never worked out so far. He's a true sap underneath all his conning.

When things get rough, his emotions go hay-wire. He'll have moodswings, and if things are really bad, he turn completely depressed or completely outraged, depending sole on the situation. Though he won't mean it, he'll push away everyone.

History: This mischief-maker was born into a litter of strong, well-built individuals. As he grew, he sensed he was different and kept himself out of the group. His only comfort was his only sister, Fiore (Flower), who would spend time with him every evening after play. He loved her for her kindness towards him, and he kept everyone of her secrets. They understood each other.

Because he felt he was a misfit, he turned away from his family, all but Fiore, and learned the ways of the pack from a twist elder. The older brute morphed his innocent, young mind into a cunning, entangled puzzle of riddles and tricks. The pack all but abandoned him after getting to know his new ways, and even Fiore began to shift herself to a different crowd, away from her dear little brother.

He was heartbroken. Everyone he loved, everyone he tried to be perfect for, dispised him. He wasn't going to stand for such betraying, and he left without a goodbye.

Since his departure, he's traveled far from his homelands. Though he hasn't come across any hardtimes, he knows there will be challenges to come in his search for acceptance, in his search for a family.

((His history is short, yes, but I figured he was still young and the length would be okay.))

Hmmm, looks like you can be accepted <.< *tosses it on the catapult of acceptance and paunches it into the accepted area.*