||OOC|| Heya guys, Tlon here.||

Name: Krikor (meaning 'vigilant watchman')
Age: 5 1/2
Gender: Male
Pack: Loner
Position: None
Appearance:

Krikor is a lanky wolf though not overly so. His frame is quite thin due to his lack of hunting skills and his fur clings to him rather a lot. During the winter months, this hair grows quite long as he has traces of artic wolf in his lineage. During the summer months however, his fur is shorter and a grey colours, the ends of some of the hairs accented with a blacker hue. His legs, both front and rear, as well as part of his tail are creamy white though his tail does start to darker towards the end of it, gradually ending in a dark brown tip. His eyes are brown with the occasional slight of black in and he tends to watch, even if this is from lack of any important thought processes. His voice is rather croaky for a wolf of his age but he never seems to even try and speak smoothly. Occasionally he will get confused in his wording and end up running his tongue round his maw a dozen or so times until he feels he can speak once more, in which case it would make little sense anyway. Krikor has a few scars about his person from battles gone by as when provoked he can be quite dangerous due to his lack of control about what he does, caring little if he gets hurt in the process. On cold days, he will occasionally limp on his right fore leg form a battle in his past where he damaged himself by flinging his entire weight at another wolf without thought to the consequences.

Personality:

Krikor does not know what he is saying, quite literally. It is almost as if he can't quite get his head around making sense as he will simply ramble about nothing for any length of time when another wolf speaks to him. When first meeting this wolf he might seem normal but after a while you get the distinct impression he might just walk into a tree or something if you left him alone. Quite often, Krikor will tell you something useful then make you forget this gem of knowledge by piling useless things over the top of it. He often talks to himself and can sometimes be seen talking to his reflection in a pond or some other water source. He might seem a harmless lunatic but when provoked, he can be extremely fierce, throwing everything eh has at his foe whether it will put his life in jeopardy or not. His main aim to is to simply make sense of all those other weird wolves he meets everyday, or weird to him at least. Krikor sometimes ends up wishing he could be more like everyone else but his brain does not work in the same way, there for leading him into being somewhat confused about why he wants to be like everyone else exactly. He does his best but occasionally does not notice others even when they actually speak to him. When he gets into one of those sorts of moods, the only way to snap him out of it is to yell at him until it gets through. Often nipping him will snap him out of it but then you risk the chance of him getting angry.

History:

Krikor was born to a beta pair in a small pack. He grew slower then his siblings but was as daring as the oldest and loved to cross the river using the fallen log which spanned it, his brothers and sisters oooing and ahhing as he would race backwards and forwards. His parents knew nothing of this until one afternoon they came across him bounding playfully across the river... and called out for him. He turned and his footing slipped, sending the pup crashing into the rushing waters of the river that rumbled below his little paws. Both parents dived into the river, searching blindly for their son, but alas, he was no where to be seen.

It was, by extreme chance, that this pup had not drowned. It was also luck that he was washed downstream towards a human fishing village that sat on the sides of the river. The fishermen were out that afternoon, taking advantage of the good weather to get a decent catch when their nets found something they did not expect. The man who caught the pup quickly cut him free of the ropes, watching him lay still and panicking. He took him ashore and covered the little pup in a blanket, rubbing Krikor until a spluttering breath came from his lungs. Now this village was not rich so, as soon as Krikor was of two years (or roughly as they did not know his exact age) they sold him on to a group of travellers.

Of course, being a wild animal, Krikor was not a quiet beast. he would snap and snarl at his captors and do little what they tried to command him. Of course, they beat him for this, flailing his thin frame with their leather whips that were meant for use on horses. This, slowly, drove him mad, he would now bite the whip and try and pull it form their hands, grumbling to himself whenever he was alone. Slowly and surely, the travelling band grew tired of this 'dog' who did nothing to aid them and they tied the beast to a tree and left him. Now, Krikor did not know much of what was happening. He talked to himself for a while to pass time, sitting where he was and sniffing around rather boredly. After a while he grew irritated by the leash he had been bound with and began to gnaw at the rope. The strange wolf soon freed himself and began wandering extremley aimlessly, never quite knowing where he was or was going and never knowing a place as home.

Sorry didn't see this earlier! Accepted of course! ^^