Name: Bela

Age: 4

Gender: brute

Appearance: Bela is alot taller than the average brute but is about the right weight. He has a thick black pelt with a rough texture. He has black optics that are cold and unreadable. He is extremely strong and his humongous muscles show through his pelt easily. He has a scar over his right eye and another on his left rear paw. His jaws are huge with four inch long fangs that are blood-stained and extremely sharp. His claws are long and though they may look blunt are sharp. His pelt moves jerkily as he does and makes him look even more powerful.

Personality: Bela is not a brute to mess with. He is easily angered and can be lethal once so. He is loyal to any pack he joins and despises good. He has no soft spot for pups as many evil lupes have but will slaughter any that is not from, or intending to join, his pack. He believes that good is weak and ought to be punishable and he makes it so. He is a good hunter and fighter with a sharp mind and his wits are always with him. He prefers to remain in darkness, away from the light as he believes that the light is bad for an evil wolf. He will destroy good as soon as he sees it.

History:

Though for many being born to the alphas makes life easy it was not for Bela. He was the only one in the litter and though he was spoilt for the first few weeks that soon disappeared. He was weaned from milk early and forced to eat met with milk teeth and his parents were always pushing him around.

His first memory is when he was born, the cold sensation that ran through him. he was not born in a den or in a protected area but out in the open with his mom alone. He never met his father and it is believed that he was dead before the birth of Bela. But he was twisted so much many have said that he is the son of the devil.

At six months he was trained to hunt and fight. he was a natural at both and soon was fighting full grown wolves to the death. Soon after he was taught to hide his emotion and control his anger when around higher ranking wolves. He was taught to act and pretend to be good and get inside information within the next four months.

He left the pack at one year of age. It was not evil enough for the likes of him. He wandered for months, killing off the good and then moving on before he founf his second pack. But he was exiled from the pack for being too evil a month later. Since then he has wandered alone, killing the good and unknown pups who wandered around on his won. Many have called his a rogue. Now, at last, he has founf the perfect pack- the amarth. He believes they will accept him for the wolf he is and not complain that he is too evil. Will he be accepted?