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Character Information
Name: Xalzere (Ex- Al- Za- Hair)
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Breed: 1/8 Arctic, 7/8 timber
Pack: none
Position: none
Appearance: By far the first thing you notice about this wolf is his piercing orbs. A strong eerie dominates his eyes, which is a deep acidic yellow; this yellow is softened when his eyes fall upon the sun, however at night in the moonlight his eyes shine brightly in an unnatural way. Second is normally his fur. His nose is wound with a cream colored off white which twists up and winds over his golden eyes. Beside the off white there is a dark chocolate which is mixed with battle scars of dominance. The chocolate brown slowly fades off towards his tail and dominating his back is black. Small hairs of gray, brown and white sneak their ways within this dominate black, however they are rare to make a large mark aside from the cream colored stripe with weaves itself from his shoulders and down to his front legs. Around his back legs is the off white color and the chocolate brown which twists down to his paws. Finally on his underside is a pale white which is normally splattered with mud and blood. His fur is typically matted and bloody, considering he fight often, and scars are scattered all across his body, most stay sealed or are from times ago, but most are not covered by his thick fur. The wolf weighs about 85 pounds and is about 5 feet from tail to muzzle. Normally his weight is higher, but since he was left alone by his pack, he has had very few truly sufficient meals. One odd feature is on his left eyes, an deep scar is found across his eyes, the pink battle scar carves about 1/8 of an inch into his skin, and on each side of his eye there is a small blood line from this scar. The talons which lay nestled in the hairy paws of this creature, are ebony black, yet as much as they are used they are worn down and broken because of their common use in running and fighting. His legs are long, and thick, not the best for running, but clearly covered with patches of thick muscles which increase his strength in fighting. His shoulders are big and clearly visible even through his thick fur which powers over most definition of his body. Despite that most of his bulk is from fur, he has low weight, considering that he rarely eats, or can find something to eat. This is not because of poor hunting skills; however a loner rarely can find sufficient foods, so he often eats rodents or bugs. Because of his diet, his teeth are usually sharp and a deep yellow which shows that he doesn’t get near lots of water either.
Personality:
Dominate:
Xalzere is a wolf that knows what he wants done, and how he wants it done. He doesn’t appreciate being dominated and often times is known to punish someone, even if it is only a simple slip up. Because of this, he often does things himself, and doesn’t let others help him, he works better individually versus if he was working in a group. His favorite thing to do is often test people. While he is talking to an alpha, he might gradually let his tail rise, just to see if the alpha is smart enough to notice, and to see how they react. This personality flaw gets him in trouble a lot, yet he knows when to respect whom he needs to. He has been beaten by alphas many times, and has come accustomed to this pain. However in the first few weeks of being in a pack, he may not show this, he knows when he needs to be on his best behavior, but other then that, this side of him shows. He is one of the first to jump on you when you have done something wrong, and one of the last to stand bowing for long times. However this side of him often counteracts with the urge to be semi respectful and because of this he is very difficult to understand.
Killer:
Yes, Xalzere is a natural born killer. He is one wolf whom will not show mercy to any wolf, whether they are young, or extremely old. He is known as someone that tortures his prey to their last breath, and finds little ways to make life more miserable then it may already be. Because of this, often times he makes up his mind to kill a wolf or die trying, even before the fight which he will later start. He is quick to snap if someone does something wrong, and he is the first to fight when snarled at for any reason other than dominance. This is an important trait when it comes to hunting, because he rarely settles for the prey getting away after making any effort to catch it. In his past he has killed a number of pups and a few elders, and a couple in between. While he loves an easy fight, he enjoys a challenge, and will always take the chance to fight when offered it.
Sly:
Xalzere is known to lie to get what he wants. He knows how to con almost anyone into believing something is true. Times before in packs he has faked love just to get the most obvious thing any male wolf wants during the mating season. And rarely does he actually love anyone, he never has with the exception of his parents. He was born of sinful nature and will stay that way. In other words, most of the time, when he wants something… he will do anything to get it.
Solitary:
Xalzere is best when he is just left alone. Despite his obvious social needs (which are often fulfilled by fighting), he simply wishes to be alone for most of the time. On cold nights when the pack huddles together for warmth, he would rather lay away from them in peace. For this reason, he most likely will never find a mate; he does not enjoy being near to anyone, cuddling with anyone, or even laying near them for warmth. This doesn't mean that he will stare blankly at you if you speak to him, he just doesn't enjoy cuddling with any wolf.
Easily Tempered:
Yes, Xalzere has a temper problem. He is known to snap and spit at others if they attempt to insult him, and often he will attack if he knows the other is worth it. While he will not attempt to kill a dominant wolf because they gave him an order, he will snap back or attempt to if he is tempered over his edge. He has learned to control his anger, so therefore in the present time he will not attack so easily, however if you overstep his boundary, take warning.
Secretive:
One thing that will always be hidden are his secrets. He is not known to open up to anyone, and often times would rather not share a story about his past. He will often times pad away if a pack is full of listening ears sharing stories, and because of this, he is often misunderstood because no one knows of his past or his problems.
Fearless:
When others run of fear, Xalzere is often left laughing in the face of danger. A bigger wolf spits insult and threats at him, he throws that back with laughter. This often gets him into trouble with others, however his build up of secrets of his past only strengthens his fearless mind. While he knows that if water rushes at him threatening a flood, he needs to run, he is not fearful when he should be. He truly often has not fear, and because of this even on the verge of death he still thinks he is perfect to continue the fight.
Humorous:
One of Xalzere’s favorite thing to do is insult others. He is known to insult puppies, elders, alphas, friends, and his family. No one is fully safe from his insults; however it is not always shown very clearly. He mostly finds little ways to amuse himself more then others. This humor gets him in trouble a lot because it is often seen more like just having no respect and being rude. Because of this, some of his battles are started over an insult gone to far. Even when it is not out of humor, he will repeatedly insult you until he finally finds one that really hurts you. He knows how to reach deep inside of someone and rip out there heart and then stop on it. And most of the time, he stomps on it so hard that the other wolf attacks him, which is exactly what he wanted.
History: Born into an average pack of average wolves, and average parents, his life was supposed to be… well… average. At a very young age, he would drink his mothers milk and bite so hard that his mother would start to bleed. With two brothers and one sister, he was clearly the dominant pup. Often his two brothers would start play fighting, and then Xalzere joined in. He would play fight for a few minutes and then he would turn more viscous. His sharp teeth would dig into their ears making them bleed for many hours, and then his claws would slash at their eyes until they finally bled. His father or mother would often hear the cries of the puppies and then rush over to their aid shoving Xalzere away and licking the pup’s ears. This often ignorance of Xalzere only furthered his viscous acts. As he grew he would find rats and chase them down and then kill them with his paws by crushing their heads. At this point he was about 1 year. While the other pups would gleefully chase a butterfly he would crush it. When the other asked why he killed so much he said he liked to hear the crush of their bones. Soon Xalzere would move to bigger prey like baby rabbits. He would take them out of their holes but the ears, and then he would drag them around until the rabbits ears bled. Next, he would put his paws on the rabbits body, and then try to rip of the rabbits ears, this was not a hard task because of their soft flesh. He would then watch them try to struggle and then finally die. He would bring his self a few feet back and then leap on the rabbits head to hear the crack of his skull. With his tail high, he would bring the prey back to his sister and show it to her. He would eat it in front of the pups and only leave the bad parts of the small rabbits flesh. Later he would gnaw on the bones, also.
Xalzere continued his viscous acts, and his parents continued punishing him. They would tell him to stay in a certain part of their den, but as soon as they turned around, he would leave into the woods to go have more fun. As soon as he was one year and 1/2 old, he was still under close watch by the whole pack. His parents would often cuddle and play with the other pups, and leave Xalzere on the side. While at a young age this infuriated Xalzere, now it was a privilege. While other pups would be groomed and licked by their mothers, Xalzere would be left alone on the outskirts of the pack lands. Despite how Xalzere seemed not to care, his parent’s ignorance of his need to be loved scared Xalzere so that he would rarely love any wolf in the future. One day Xalzere’s mother was lecturing him after he had harmed one of the elders. Xalzere, I just don’t understand what could have possessed you to bite that elder’s ear! She is respected in this pack! If you continue this you will never be respected in this pack. You have the potential to be so much, but it is being restricted by your bad nature. Xalzere’s tail flicked. XALZERE!! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!? Xalzere’s eyes gazed up giving her the most evil look she had ever seen. I don’t understand what’s wrong with you. Me and your father are very will respected in this pack, but you are a disgrace to this entire family, you are not meant to be here Xalzere, you are evil and keep acting to prove you obviously evil nature. Xalzere somehow you should not be my son For the last moths, water had not come to the land, and a famine had broken out around the lands. No one had eaten for at least a week. Xalzere had hunted a rabbit and had hidden it from the pack for his own personal liking. Suddenly the crunches of leaves were heard around the pack. They had apprently picked up on thier trail a week ago. They had followed them ever since. The famine had caused the wolves great distress. Because of this, they didnt pick up on the scent of the hunters. He saw 3 hunters with rifles in their hand, one smoking a cigarette. In the dray nature of the trees the stupid hunter threw the cigarette onto a bush carelessly. Suddenly a fire sprung to life only 30 yards away. Before any wolf could escape, a fire had surrounded them. Young Xalzere had leapt out of the large fire, and his mother remained entrapped in the flames. He could see her face over the flames, the look on her eyes full of panic. XALZERE!!! HELP ME!! PLEASE XALZERE!!! XALZERE!! The cries continued for what seem like hours yet was only a few moments in time. Xalzere’s mother could see through the flames to Xalzere’s eyes as the flames continued to rise. His eyes glanced straight into her soul as she continued to cry for his help. His name repeated many times, over and over. Xalzere turned around and padded away, leaving his mother to be burnt by the fires that were not consuming her. For the rest of his life her words would echo in his head and haunt him, but as he walked away from her he felt no regret. The 2 year old brute left the lands, his past left in ruins.
For the next week Xalzere lived on his own, traveling on the outskirts of many pack lands, until he was finally spotted by a member of the pack. An odd thing had occurred that the alpha would have been the one to see him, yet it was the alpha who had spotted him. A loud snarl had come from his muzzle and Xalzere gave him a deep stare avoiding his eyes. For a few seconds, they stayed locked in this stance, yet soon Xalzere let out a laugh. At this the alpha lashed out his mighty claws and slashed a deep scar over Xalzere’s eye. Then the alpha leapt over biting deep into his muzzle. The alpha threw him over onto the ground and leapt over him, his paws deep in his throat. Omega, welcome to my pack He leapt off of him and kicked dirt at his face then padded away. Bad move Xalzere muttered. For weeks Xalzere was slashed and scarred and beaten. He never had fought back until one day he saw the alpha once more. His eyes stared into the soul of the alpha and instantly he knew that he was going to be locked in battle. That alpha lunged at him, knocking him to the ground and aiming for his throat. Xalzere fought back. The fight continued for 6 minutes. Some how on the verge of death he ran. He ran so long that his paws bled and every scar on his body was stinging and gushing blood. There he laid for a day or so, and then in a week he continued his journey. In these 6 months he attacked many, killed a few, and injured all. He never lost a fight, and never escaped one without a few scars. Each of the scars upon his body were like an etched story board on his skin. A confusing tapestry of different battles was drawn on his body in blood. But he knew that after 6 months, he had to find a pack. He was tired of running from his past. He was tired of hearing his mothers words echo in his head. He was tired of fighting for everything. So he ran. He ran until his paws bled and his legs gave out, and he ran until all the memories faded, his past died, and his brain shut down. He ran until his mother’s words stopped echoing in his head and all his mistakes not longer seemed like mistakes, but rather achievements. He ran until nothing mattered, and everything faded away. The world melted and his past was gone. He woke up and started again until everything faded once more.