Name:Milo
Age: 4
Gender:Male
Pack: Isa'fae
Position: Guardian
Appearance:Milo is a handsome wolf indeed. He has a largely built frame that gives him the advantage in a fight. Perhaps he isn't the largest wolf ever in history, yet he has yet to meet a wolf larger then himself. Shoulders are squared and muscular, showing his strength. He is toned with lean muscle that shows through during the summer and when his pelt is wet. Eyes are of two different contrasting hues. His left is colored the sapphire of the skies on a clear day. His right of deep green much the same shade of algae that covers the ponds in the summer. His pelt is a brilliant mixture of silver and white along with a tad of cream here and there. He moves silently and with stealth. His muscles slightly show beneath his thick pelt. He has the appearence of a rough looking wolf. His claws are deep ebon and razor like. He has a scar that runs over his shoulder that shows when it rains. He footsteps are silent among the leaf litter as he watches, obervant and alert as ever. Yet he is also can be at times quiet lazy when he is bored and has nothing to do. He is a fairly large brute, his body slender but his staure tall.
Personality:Milo isn't one to take things seriously. He is quiet a joker espeacially when everyone else is tensed about something. He has a bit of a prance in his step. Milo doesn't like to see other down and does his best to cheer them up. He usually does a pretty good job of this. He sees it as his mission to protect those who cannot protect themself and takes this very seriously. He is a forgiving fellow, but push him to far and every wolf had a bad side. His rough figure is quiet deciving for he is quiet a sweet soul. He is not at all laid back. He is a energetic wolf, either that or completely dormant. Milo does not go looking for a fight but need be he is not afriad to stand up for himself.
History:Milo was born to a betan pair, the biggest of three pups. He was first born and got along well with most. That is minus the alpha's heir. The alph's son, Minkson often picked on his little sisters. Milo found this upsetting and stood up for her. The alpha looked down upon this saying that she should learn to stand up for herself. Milo answered back in a disrespectful tone
"How can she stand up when he is twice her size!" The alpha didn't liek his much but said nothing. He wasn't afriad of anyone. Milo didn't really care what the alpha thought, nor did he care what he had to say. Milo noticed then after that he was excluded from hunts alot, unless he was absolutly nessary to take down the prey. Milo began to dispise the alpha, he still stood up for his sisters when they needed it but was looked down upon for this.
Things didn't get better when a fever took the life of the Alpha and Minkson came to power. Minkson dispised Milo and ordered him to leave or fight for the pack. Milo didn't see him as worth of blood shed, he would not kill thoseof his birth pack. He had grown up here and wouldn't of been able to finish off this dark soul. As he bid his sisters and mother farwell, Minkson watched with a cruel smile creeping across his face. Milo turned to the dark soul. "your greed and selfishness will get you nowhere my friend." He said calmly to the new alpha. with that he left. He knew he could fend well on his own. He was somewhat upset about leaving his family, but no he was free to do what he wanted. He didn't like living in a pack setting, under rules and regulations. He didn't like being submissive but was respectful to those who deserve it.