Name: Vagabond

Age: 3.5

Gender: Brute

Appearance: Vagabond as a monster of a wolf, he is an enormous 40 inches at the withers, and 170 pounds of rippling muscle. His coat is a gray, flecked with brown and white, more commonly called “salt & pepper”. He has a black mask, and feet, which blend into his coat at the edges. His tail is long and bushy, with a black tip. Most of his height comes from his long and lean legs, that carry him over a variety of terrane. His teeth are a notable feature, because he bares them often, to make sue no one thinks he is afraid. Vagabond’s face is long and narrow, and he doesn’t have much of a stop or zygomatic arch. His most notable feature other than size, and teeth, are his eyes they are and “ice” blue, so pale, they are almost white. On the top of his back he has a “dusting” of black coloration that appears to be resting on top of his coat. His paws aid him in covering long distances, for they are large, but not disproportionately so, and distribute weight well. He has a very long reach, and can move very quickly without much effort. His level top line, makes him seem longer than he is, because he holds his head level with his back when trotting. When the whole picture is put together, Vagabond looks like a small bear when seen from a distance. He also has a long scar near his left eye, that shines a bright white against his black face.

Personality: Vagabond is a gentle giant. A very intelligent gentle giant that is always problem solving. He loves all life, and values even the flowers, for they play there part. He turns to God hen lonely, in doubt, or just has a spare moment. Vagabond is a skilled hunter, and has never had to worry about food, even so after every kill, he thanks God and asks him to set the creatures soul free. Vagabond id not an aggressive brute, and is almost impossible to get to fight, but will bare his teeth if an unknown wolf comes up to him. He spends most of his time wandering the neutral lands, searching for souls in need. He loves pups, and would never dream of hurting one, even if the proceed to chew on his oh so tender ears. Vagabond believes that every wolf is good inside, and just needs to be freed rom the harsh exterior. Vagabond may seem like all he does is meditate, but he also loves to romp around and play with what is available. Of all his desires, to have a family is one of the greatest, although he believes it is always the faes choice whether to stay with him. Vagabond think of life like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get, and believes that everyone one has a choice of what they do with their lives.

History: Vagabond was born into a peace loving pack. They never fought, no matter what they had to loose. Even as a young pup, Vagabond, followed the packs ways, and vowed to life a pure life. That is until their pack was raided. A neighboring wanted more land, and wanted it without a fight a new that Vagabonds peace loving pack would never defend their land. They came, and killed all of them one by one, while Vagabond raced around trying to negotiate. Nothing worked, no one listened, finally there were only a few left, and he had to do something. He lunged at the nearest attacker, ripping out his throat, he lunged at the next, acting on pure adrenaline, but the attackers saw he had broken the vows, and turned to him, they nipped at him from all sides as he spun is circles trying to defend himself. But it was no good, he whimpered and begged for forgiveness from God, and his help, and it came. Most of the wolves ha backed off, but not one, he grabbed Vagabond by the scruff of his neck and dragged his still small yearling body away from his territory. Leaving him here, frightened near to death. Several days later he worked up the courage to go back to his lands, it was blood stained, and the presence of God was gone. He left, grief stricken, with only a bloody cut next to his left eye where he was nipped, while all the other lay dead. From them on he lived in solitude, helping all he could, with God as his truest friend. He often looks at the scar to remind himself, he is no longer pure, that he had spilled blood, and he needed to work all the harder to help the needy to ensure a spot next to God in the after life. Time passed, and Vagabond met a younge fae. Everything was perfect in Vagabond's eyes, they loved each other, and when she became pregnant Vagabond was elated. He made a wonderful den, and hunted constantly to make sure she was well fed. But when the pups were due, the first pup was not only large, but it was breach. There was nothing Vagabond could do, and he watched as the one wof he truley loved slipped into death. Vagabond mourned her death, and continued on, helping those he could, but not for God, God had betrayed him, and let his mate die, now he did it for himself, to keep himself busy, constantly on teh move, with nowhere to calll home, home only meant more sadness.

Good enough for me, accepted.