Name: Wayne

Age: 5

Gender: Male

Pack: Loner

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Appearance: He is stocky in build with slightly short but powerfull legs. He is medium sized and his frame, though lacking grace, is powerfull. His gaits are fairly standard, no injuries to hinder his natural movement. His pelt is a dusty grey over the majority of his body, but it fades to a blueish haze along his back, shoulders, hackles, and head. He has one major disability, he is blind in his left eye, and it is an eerie milky white. Do not approach him on his blind side, for if her hears you, you'll most likely get snapped at. His right eye is a deep blue, like that of a freezing artic river. He still has control over his blind eye, so staring you down is not a problem. Some say when he looks you straight in the eye, though you know he's only seeing through his right, it feels like he can look into your head, your thoughts yours memories. It's chilling and leaves those who fall to it feeling a depressive sense of lonelieness.

Personality: Doesn't Play Well With Others, to put it shortly. Wayne is not one to trust or even accept quickly, look at him crosseyed and you'll die that way. However, for the few who manage to get past the barbed wire hedge that is his heart, you'll find a feircly devoted and loyal wolf. Torture is his specialty, though his looks suggest brute strength. His disability makes him snappy and irritable, so most just choose to stay away, all the better for him, from Wayne's point of view. Mind games are his strong point. With both blue and white eyes staring into your own, he'll tear you apart strip by painfull strip, without even breathing on a hair of your fur. Born in a heavily relgious pack, and raised in another, he has seen many sacrifices and even willing suicides to please an unknown 'God' that he didn't even believe in. Sometimes at night the words of mages from his old pack would haunt him. Devil praising hyms in a tongue different then the one he spoke now. And he saw them too, in his blind eye sometimes he swears he can still see the glowing eyes of his pack mates, their lips moving in unison to the same eerie chant, their eyes devoid of emotion. At times he will snap sharply at his side, only to have the images dissapear, leading some to believe that Wayne is insane. The idea may not be so far off.

History: Born into an intensely supersticious and religious (if you could call it that) pack, and immediately his white eye was seen as a mark of the devil. Though his parents had the cheif mage in the pack to perform an exorsism upon the young pup, which involved forcing him to drink his own blood and wash his blind eye in it, the pack concluded that it failed. So permanently was the 'demon' fixed within him that they had no choice but to sacrafice him to the God of Death. But as the mages of the pack began their customary dances and hyms, an enemy pack, Satan worshipers, raided them and stole Wayne away from them. They slaughtered many, mostly mages and scribes, but left the alphas to try desperately to find a way to survive without having mages to 'please' the almighty God of Life in their name. It was the perfect torture, and for fear of suffering a horrible death, the alphas and those who survived thought it easier to commit a group suicide as an offering so as they could gain entrance into the Great Plains, what they beleived as heaven.

The satanic pack raised Wayne for most of his life, and though he was forced to perform the rituals of their customs, he never truly beleived in a higher power, a great Demon to which each life he took was owned. But he hid his disbelief well, for even as a strong and young wolf, the pack outnumbered him greatly, and he had seen the horrible deaths that disbelievers experienced.

And so he continued his life, going through intensive war planning and fight training. Both were brutal, if he failed in his mock war plan, he'd have to food or water for three days. Most learned very quickly that failure could not be an option. Others didn't, and their bodies were thrown into the nearby river to float away from the lands, for their blood would stain the blessing the higher Demon had given them.

Training in fighting was even worse, if your teacher beat you in a sparring match, you had to stand still as he inflicted multiple deep wounds on you leg, shoulders, and hackles. Supposedly bleeding out the impurities within you. Again, most learned quickly how not to lose, but still others could not grasp onto the neccessary means, or just simply didn't have the strength to carry out the moves they had been taught. They died of blood lost and were left to rot just outside the borders, for though they had failed, they were at least fit enough to be food for vultures and other scavengers, pets of the great Demon. This training was at first very hard for Wayne, his blind eye hindering him greatly. But he learned to watch movement with his good eye, and use his ears to pick up movement on his blind side.

When Wayne hit four years old, he had reached the age of initiation, the day on which he became a full member of the pack, and would be given an official ranking. He made it through the ranking ceremnoy, he had been placed Chief War Leader. But upon the eve of the next ceremony he snuck away from the pack while they were distracted, beginning their hyms and dances. Should he ever return, he would be killed instantly, and his flesh devoured by the wolves, and his bones would be aligned in a pentagram, an offering to the great Demon.

Sorry it took so long, but I'm done :D

You have the right amount of sentances but for you personality, your sentances are too short. Please lengthen them ^.^

Lengthened the sentences an added a few more, any better?