Name: Condor
Age: 5
Gender: Brute
Pack: Loner
Position:
Appearance: Dark blood/rust red pelt over the main part of his body, while his legs, muzzle, and the underside of his tail are a dark storm-cloud grey. On darker nights, the grey fades into the shadows and only a devilish blood stain can be seen slipping through the trees. Through his left eye is a pink scar, contrasing deeply to the dark color of his pelt. His right ear has a chunk missing on it's outer side, result of a fight of course.

His flesh is riddled with scars, old and new, but the most prominent are self-inflicted wounds wrapping all around his front legs, a deep wound on his left should, and a dark scar tracing the muscle down his back right leg. He is of average size, but a tougher build. He's a bit blocky in stature, but not predominantly so, just in a healthy well muscled way. Of all, his muscles are most prominent in his chest back legs and shoulders.

His gait is silent and swift, more like he is lurking or stalking something rather than moving. One paw placed silently in front of another, with the utmost of care, and the utmost of grace. If put under a lot of strain, a slight limp in his right back leg may appear, the result of some muscle damage way back when, but it is hard to notice, as he often forces himself into deep pain to hide the limp.

Personality:Calm under the most demanding pressures but secluded and dark. A monster of a fighter, he fights with both wit and brute strength. He fights to kill even in the most minor of squabbles so he's not one to mess with lightly. He is patient, to an extent, but can not be considered kind, tolerant perhaps would be a better word. If you can gain his trust, an almost impossible feat, he has a feirce loyalty to those he respects, and an even feircer hatred for those he doesn't. Beside's fighting, his triats are about normal in ability. He can hunt well enough to feed himself. Though tough on the outside, and feirce of tongue and actions, he harbours one lone fear. Getting his heart broken again. Attempted suicide has taken a tole on his heart, and he's not about to go through the horrible empty feeling again.

He has lived in warmer areas all his life, therefore snow is an annoyance and a hinderance to him. He prefers to stay in a warm, dark place during the winter months, emerging only long enough to kill himself something quick and easy, like an injured rabbit. Shattered heart and a severly messed up brain aside, Condor does have a soft spot. Pups. Femmes in particular. He only got to spend a few months with his own daughter Ebon, before they were seperated, and he misses her dearly. Even then, she was already three years old, fully grown and without need of a father figure. So despite his rough appearance, leaving him alone with pups will not end in a bloody massacre.

History:Born into the very depths of an evil pack. His fahter, cruel and more than slightly maniacal, forced him to kill his litter mates, and then his own mother. Condor did what he was told simply to survive his father, which included raiding other packs and killing their pups and forcing their femmes. It was a meaningless and empty life, and Condor lived in a shell of himself, watching from the outside the horrid things he had to do.

When he finally thought he was safe from his father's wrath, the b@$+@rd turned on him and sicked the pack against him. Condor got away with his life and a few good scars, but he was young and almost broken. He fled fat from the terra and met with a goodie pack, as much as he hated to admit it, their lifestyle sickened him deeply. He refused to accept that he truly was an evil, born and raised. He left the pack willingly, later to learn that the entire pack had been killed off by an evil rival not a week or so later, he couldn't help but feel a flitter of excitment at the news.

As he wandered, he met a stunning evil fae. She was malicious and sarcastic, and could almost beat Condor in a spar. Her name was Soren, and she was Condor's first love. After only a month though, they drifted apart. Soren later on went to carry Condor's pups, only one of which surving, his daughter Ebon.

Condor, feeling lonely once more, began to grow used to his solitary life. He tried to accept the fact he would never see another of his kind again, and if he did it would be in fleeting glances. In the weeks after his gloomy realization, he met Mecca. A neutral who aspired to be the alphess of a pack, but as of yet had not found the right wolves or the right land. Condor and she followed each other as they wandered, and Condor fell in love, but Mecca did not. When he asked if she would be his mate, she cried. But they were pity tears, and Condor left, for the first time feeling the hungry ache of a broken heart.

Another year on his own, he was three now, and he had met up with his cousin Arson. Not raised in the pack Condor had been borne in, Arson did not know the hatred Condor held for his father, but he figured it out when he suggested they visit him. Condor flipped and pinned him to the ground, jaws around his throat, "Don't you EVER mention my father," and that was that.

Arson and Condor seperated soon after, Arson going off to be in a fighting ring and Condor just going off. It was not late after that he met up with Honovi pack, and his unending sarcasm as well as disrespect quickly made him an enemy. But after blurting his life story in a heated arguent, he softened, if only for the dark vixen beta. He fell in love, this time so secure that his heart would not break. He held the steady rank of Cheif Hunter, and he thought he was to be a father in the year to come, but his hope was shot down. The fae left him, unwillingly but still, after a terrible argument with her alphess. Though Condor tried to remain in the pack without her, he found himself unable.

Near insane, he paced beside a river bed, viciously biting his front legs, scarring them deeply. Finally, in an attempt to end his life, he leapt into the water and held himself down. He would have succeeded in his suicide attempt if his cousin Arson had not dragged him from the water. After that he barely spoke a word for over a year. He had to much time to think inside his own head, and when he finally arose from the shell he had been in, he was blood-lust and evil, a spitting image of his father in looks and personality.

add a little more to the appearence and personality please!

Added some more and finished his history, is it alright now?

You will need more on your personality. What are some things he hates? What are some things he likes? What are some things he likes to do? (ex. Swim, run in the snow, fight, hunt ect.) What are some things he is good at? What are some things he is bad at? What are some strengths he has? Weaknesses? (ex. Kiowa, though she is evil, has a softness of cubs) Just go more into depth about him. :)

Any better Kiowa? I'm not copying off Kiowa's love for pups, you know how Condor liked his daughter Ebon, and his 'adoptive' daughter Mira. So his soft spot is justified :)

Looks awesome!!! I don't think I can accept it though, since I am just a fight mod.

On another note, Welcome to SotW my old demented friend!!! :D

*runs in a circle barking* Haha, you know you're never gonna get rid of me Demon, I'm a stalker :blink: lol.

lol, I know. You were like the first person I ever RPed with. We have known eachother for what -checks- exactly a year this month :P Though SotW will be the best -grins- wait and see. Tis very awesome and addictive.

Oh and by the way, if we want to talk we should probably take it to the cbox

(explains to all: She knows me as Demon due to my name DemonDog on RKC Petz Forums. B) )

Much better, Accepted! :D