Name: Plar
Age: 5
Gender: Brute
Appearance: With the majority of his pelt being a solid black hue, this wolven can be extremely hard to see in the darkness. His build is quite large and fits him to perfection. Though he may have a mostly black pelt there are some areas, especially around his neck, that are a grayish tinge. He keeps his pelt well groomed though could care less if he happened to become rather bloody. Since he is almost obsessed with fighting, his fangs have been stained to a stain of red. His orbs are another story. They look blood shot in the center then become a brilliant orange almost like fireworks implanted in his orbs. Since Plar is a strong fighter, his muscles under his pelt show greatly. A rippling structure proves this wolven to be rather intimidating to those that he does not trust. His overwhelming stature stretches into his presence, making the world seem a little darker when he is near by.
Personality: Plar could care less what others think of him. The ones in his group are the only ones he really cares about with some exceptions. Almost everything gets this large wolven teed off. His temper can flare at almost any given moment. The only time he is calm is when he is around the ones he trust the most. That is of course, unless they are fighting one another. His voice is never sweet nor caring. Instead, he talks in a raspy voice that can send chills down your spine. However, his attitude can be rather charming to those he is with. In other words charming to those of an evil nature For the most part, this brute is a vicious fighter and will think up any excuse to fight.
History: Plar never really remembered his birth place or home at all. The only thing he truly remembered was the sound of his mother’s sweet voice. However, when he was only a few months old, he was taken in the jaws of another pack wolf and taken away to learn the ways of their pack. Soon enough when he was about a year and a half of age, all he could think about was the thrill of a fight and triumph over a death. One day he was told that he had been taken from a family that had been sweet tempered and Plar simply spat at the very idea. “There is no way I was born into a muck pack! Disgusting!” He had told the Alpha this right to his face. Outraged, the Alpha ordered Plar to leave the lands and without hesitation Plar did.
For years he was on his our, causing mayhem and misery amongst packs that were weaker than himself. He would kill anything and everything that stood in his way and almost never stuck around to hear their pleas. To him pleaded was a sign of weakness that he would never understand nor do in his life. He would rather die than show he was weak. After all, this large brute was very far from being weak. He never wanted to be a part of a pack and be told what to do. Instead he wanted to be a part of something that he could have a say in. Where everyone was equal and could have their own opinions. In other words, a rouges paradise.
When Plar was about four years of age he soon began to realize that someone was watching him. However, the vibe he got from their presence made him want to run along with them. Soon enough the ones that were watching over his abilities approached him and asked him if he wanted to join. He would have no choice for he would now know about them and would be killed if he didn’t accept. Either that or he would be wounded terribly and be left with gaping wounds that would handicap him for the rest of his life. However, he accepted without a second thought for these wolves knew what they were doing and he would follow them till he died.