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How long have you been role-playing? 4 years
Character Information
Name: Anryosa
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Mexican Gray Wolf
Pack: none
Position: Loner
Appearance: Ebony black hairs embed themselves throughout Anryosa’s pelt. While ebony dominates most of his pelt, small gray hairs may be rarely seen by someone who would look closely. From muzzle to tail black winds itself around his body until finally its end is found at the tip of his tail. Near to the front of his chest, a small white dot of fur lies contrasting the rest of his fur, and after that even his underbelly sees not white fur, only black. If one looked closer at his fur, they might notice small gray under hairs which are hidden beneath the ebony fur and are only seen if a quick running speed is reached. Overall his coat is rarely described as anything but simply black, however the rest of his body cannot be so simply stated. After his nose which blends into his face because of its resemblance in color to his fur, two crystal blue eyes can be seen. A shimmering glow is always seen during the day, for the sun reflects off of his eyes and makes them a stone blue. At night when the moonlight reflects off of his eyes, another pigment of color is cast. His eyes grow darker in color and resemble a deep, dark blue. After his eyes the next thing you would notice is his pointed ears. Often regarded as resembling a German Shepard, they are pointed more then most wolves, and any time you see them you would see that they are up and listening intently to the world around him. Rarely during a howl or a slumber, his ears may fall by habit as all wolves do, however no other time can they be seen if they are not listening to something. His coat is thick which helps conceal the thick muscle below. Most of the muscle is centered around his shoulders giving him great running speed and strong leg power. His figure is a little bigger then average, but he is no where close to being a massive brute that is larger then all others. His is a pretty simple wolf, and is thought of to “average” in appearance.
Personality:
Loyal:
Loyalty is one of the most important principles to this wolf. If you befriend him, trust him, tell him secrets, do not expect to be betrayed. This wolf is the type of wolf who could be told to do an impossible task by his alpha, and he would still attempt it even if he knew it were impossible. He will fight untl death defending the ones he loves and is pretty good about keeping secrets. He may let a small little secret out by accident, however anything of large importance is safe. He is a friend who can be confided in and is a wolf who often times may need confining of his own. He believes that loyalty works both ways however, so do not expect anything more of him then you could expect form yourself. Loyalty towards his pack is also strongly present in his personality. He believes strongly that a wolf is nothing without its pack, and a pack is nothing without a wolf. He has a clear need/ want to live in a pack and serve that pack. He will do anything to keep his pack safe and if asked it, he would even often give his life.
Respectful:
There has never been a time where Anryosa has not respected those who deserve respect. He is known to bow and submit, for he knows that respect is very important to any and all packs. He will respect the alpha, he will respect someone who is simply one rank higher then he, and he will even respect those lower then him. Now this does not mean that he rolls on his back every time he sees the alpha, however it does mean that he will nod his head in a bow. Being respectful to all also does not mean the he bows to a subordinate even if he were gamma, yet it does mean that he doesn’t think they are worthless just because their rank is lower then his. He knows the importance of respect and applies this to his life, and by his own actions, respect is always shown.
Loving:
This trait is mainly used to describe how he would act if he had a mate. He is the type of wolf whom would bathe his mate with affection and cuddles and also the type of wolf whom would sit by the side of his mate if she were injured. Though this mainly applies to his mate, he is also loving towards pups and others. He enjoys pleasing people and is one who you can always come to talk to or take comfort in when ever you need it.
Protective:
While this may seem like a trait that doesn’t fit in, it is clear that he would be extremely protective of the ones that he loves, even to a point where he would defend them till death. He has been known to be to protective at times, especially of his sisters, however this trait was mostly used at puppy hood, and now has faded. But mind yourself, this does not mean that he will allow you to harm the ones whom he loves, he will attack if he feels the need.
Demanding:
In a way, he is very demanding, he knows what he wants, when he wants it, and he trusts himself to do job because he believes that if he wants to get something done right, he has to do it himself. This doesn’t mean he is a little wolf who will sit down and make others do his jobs, this simply means he prefers things done right, so he often has to do them himself.
Sweet:
While he is not a wolf that will not harm a fly, he is one that has a soft spot or two. He is very sweet to puppies most of the times. He knows how to discipline, but also knows how to play. He is not sweet to everyone though. To his enemies he can actually be quite a savage. Most wolves can easily mistake him for someone nice to everyone, and yet his sweetness is only shown to those he trusts.
Domineering:
This trait is not one of his stronger ones, yet it is one that needs to be stated. In most cases this trait is used to describe a wolf who doesn’t know how to submit, yet it this case, it is used to describe how he acts when he NEEDS to be dominant. This refers to the times when he is the dominant wolf. In these cases he will show the wolves lower then him that he is dominant. He is not a wolf that constantly snaps at others just because they have their tail a little to high, yet if you over step your boundary, he will be sure to show that he is the dominant wolf.
History: OOC: (my first paragraph does not have to be part of my history sentence requirement, I would just like to state this). Typically when the topic of past comes up, terrible events are described. Mothers abandon their pups, hunters kill off a pack, famine over takes the land, or hearts are broken. These stories are told over and over, every ones past shattered scarring them forever. It is not possible simply to state that your wolf was born into a good pack where error or heartbreak never occurred. No longer can one say that his wolf was average, so I am forced once again to come up with a story that will include death, abandonment, and heartbreak. While I do not wish to make up stories which involve such terror, I am forced to create one. But before I begin my story, I shall first like to state this simple sentence. It is impossible to have a normal history. Just wanted to say that, you don’t have to comment on it or agree with it. Tis not meant to be offensive, and I will not create my history any different then any other wolf here, it will be filled with tragedies, and perpetual heartbreak, possibly more then average. Just felt that that needed to be stated. Ignore it if you wish, I will take it out if you wish, what ever you want to do is okay.
HISTORY:
Years ago a pack was formed of only 3 wolves in the Canadian wilderness. This pack was untouched by technology or humans. They were left without knowledge of an outside world for years. Slowly the world advanced around them, building higher into the skies. Their pollution clouded the skies, and their new buildings crowded around the woods, leaving little space for the wolves to live. Little by little, one more tree was cut from the woods. The once blossoming pack had been left with only two options, leave or face the new world. Little time was given for them to decide weather to move or stay. The two alphas (Pester- Alpha Male and Geter- Alpha Female) called a council. Geter was weak for the meeting, she was going to give birth to pups soon, and the birth was heavily anticipated. The meeting ran for hours, each wolf speaking his or her mind on the matter. Most agreed that moving was the best option, yet still there was heavy deliberation on the matter. After all, this was not something that any wolf could take lightly; it could be a matter of life and death. When finally all had spoken it was the alphas turn to speak. The alpha male spoke first I have heard all of you speak, and every one of you has clearly thought long and hard about this. No one on this council can say that they would not mind leaving these lands. My father and mother both died here, it is hard to think that we would have to leave them here. Everyone on this council was chosen for a reason, you are here to help make decisions for the pack. You were chosen for your wisdom and you cunning. We do not choose this council lightly and we know that with each statement you have made here, you have clearly supported what you believe. But all together, it will be our decision. At this the alpha female stood and began to speak. We have heard your opinions and we have not treated any statement more important then another, yet, together me and my mate have decided that our pack will move from these lands. It is best for the pack to not have to face these new creatures that now are drawing closer to our lands. At this statement many wolves protested with barks and growls of anger. Snarls erupted from the small cavern in which the meeting was being held, and instantly a loud protest began. Arguments were shot across the cavern, and in a matter of moments, a fight began. The alphas pleaded for everyone to remain calm, yet there was no hope. Suddenly a large cry of pain was heard, instantly the cavern fell into a deep silence as they searched for the one who was creating the commotion. They soon realized that the alpha female was crying in pain, whimpering as she lay down and looked desperately to her mate. He knew instantly that his precious mate had gone into labor. Quickly the others scattered from the cavern, and for hours she gave birth. First a male, his name Keltey, next and female, her name Yette, and finally Two more pups, however the joyous occasion was soon darkened. One of the pups did not survive. The small young runt to be named Cadeker had been a still born. Yet a ray of hope was shined when the last pup was born. His name, Anryosa, the small gem that had livened up his mothers heart after a tragic death. The pups huddled together as their mother licked them clean. Each slowly drank their first sip of milk, and instantly a strong bond was formed. The miracle pups that had saved the pack from going to war and because of this a long howl was let loose from the alpha male, calling anyone who would hear it. The pack all gathered around the pups marveling at their beauty and cuteness. Blindly the pups huddled near their mother as she continued to lick her pups. Silently each member of the pack passed the pups, the mother would give a low growl if any came to close, and finally when the last member passed the mother could rest.
The puppies slept together huddled near to their mother for warmth, and while the father of the pups stood outside guarding the entrance from anyone unwanted he thought about the decision he had made. Was it right? Could he really leave all that he loved, his past was here, his parents had died here, he had grown up here, and he had became a father here. The move would have to be postponed now, they couldn’t leave with three new pups. He look out over his lands, tears swelled into his eyes, how could he leave his place? Slowly he turned and let his head rest on his crossed front paws. He looked at his 14 other pack mates, each one sound asleep. Younger wolves were silently whispering, their whispers fading into the cold wind which chilled the lands. His ears suddenly perked to a distant sound just outside the borders. He searched the pack to see if anyone else had noticed, yet no one seemed to be awake. He told himself that he was just hearing things, yet again he heard the sound, this time it was louder. He quickly ran towards the border, he eyes filled with panic. Lights suddenly shinned brightly from the woods. He winced as the blinding lights filled the woods and large rumbling noises came from a thing he could not describe. Two legged creatures came from the thing and he growled a vicious growl, defending the pack with all he had. The two legged creatures stepped back into the thing and came out holding two sticks. The creatures were yelling to each other in a voice that he could not understand. HE began barking, for he knew not what to do. The pack began to shuffle itself, and finally a few other pack mates had joined his side. He barked at them and snarled, spit flying from his mouth as they slowly approached. They tried to talk with them, yet this made the creatures more nervous of them. Finally the reached within 10 feet of the two legged creatures and one of them raised his stick. He shuffled his hands around it and then the alpha heard a click. Within seconds many more of these clicks were heard, each stick making the same noise. He took one step closer calling to them with a loud bark. A shot erupted through out the pack lands and in that instant all fell silent. The pack scattered and ran from the two legged creatures and left their fallen alpha. They knew that had no time to waste and that there was no time to mourn him. The other members of the pack barked inquiringly at the other pack members whom had fought beside the alpha, and yet none of them knew what to say. Stories would have to be told later, for now all that could be done was run. Most of the wolves scattered, yet a few stayed behind with the alphess. Each of the members took a pup, and the alphess took two of her own, each ones scruff easily fitting in her mouth. She ran with them, a steady pace was kept, yet as she walked her head kept turning back. For all she knew, her mate was miles ahead leading the pack to safety, she knew nothing of what had happened, and knew that she would get answers later. When they reached the border, she took on last look back at her lands. A single whimper was released and then motion continued, and never again did she look back. Miles later they met up with the pack and all fell silent. Many looked to her with grief in their eyes, and yet she did not know why. For minutes no one told her, and then someone was sent into her small cavern to speak with her. The pack stood listening for her reaction and suddenly a snarl and growl was released. Whimpers were heard and then she padded out. YOU ALL DID THIS TO HIM! She let out a vicious snarl as the pack backed away. She ran back to her cave with a hate towards her pack members still burning in her heart. She tended to her pups and then mourned her fallen life long companion. Nothing mattered any more, all she had left was her pups. She had lost her home, her mate, and she had lost her pack. No wolf dared to speak with her, and for the next day all she did was stay in her den. A few wolves hunted for some food, and yet she would not take it. Everyday food was left outside her den’s opening, until finally she took it. She ate and nourished her pups, and soon her pups grew into sparkling young adults. As the pups hit one year each one had blossomed into brilliantly beautiful wolves. Anryosa was now the pride of the pack. Even at a year old most of the wolves respected him greatly. They would allow him to eat first, and would always bow when they crossed paths. As he grew his personality shined through, the pups enjoyed playing with him and many of the other members would gather around to listen to his stories which were passed by from the elders. Memories of the old land faded and slowly the new land became their home. One day a young femme about Anryosa’s age passed by the lands. He was instantly captivated by her beauty, quickly they began talking and enjoying each other’s presence. In another year at the age of two years they became mates.
Their relationship blossomed and many other wolves were envious of their relationship. They could talk to each other for hours at a time and they were truly the perfect match. Finally Anryosa had the bravery to approach his mother on the matter of mating. He knew that she would most likely say yes, she would have to be blind not to see their love towards each other. But when asked they got more then they had expected. His mother was nearly 8 years old. She was going to step down from her throne soon, and she had given them not only permission to mate, but to take over as alphas of the pack. He was overjoyed as was his mate, and soon his mates stomach was swollen with pregnancy. The pack was sorry when his mother stepped down, yet had great anticipation of Anryosa and his mate. They knew that they would make great alphas, yet they still were worried about their young age. Soon the pack had accepted their new alphas and the pack was running smoothly. The wolves mourned their old alpha when she met her death date. Yet nothing could put the pack back at this point, devastation had taken the toll on the pack, and most thought it would never return, yet soon it came in the form of a deep rumbling heard from the woods.
The elders remembered this noise and instantly the wolves were standing at the border, heads cocked to the side in confusion. They all looked to the alpha for support. With his mate at his side he approached the noise, where he saw the two legged creatures once more. Instantly he remembered the stories of his fathers death, and he knew that these were the ones that had taken his life. He snarled and growled with all the fury of a full grown monster. The two legged creatures stumbled out of their truck with the sticks, he was careful to avoid them, yet his mate was not as wise as he. He continued to snarl as he approached closer. He heard the clicks of the sticks and instantly he saw that the gun was pointed at his mate, He watched the whole seen in slow motion, he dove at the human, yet he was to late, the bullet was faster then he was and he heard the whimper of his fallen mate. Whimpers over took him as he backed away and ran to her. He stared up at the two legged creatures and attacked with all of his might. He managed to attack and rip out the throat of one of the creatures, yet he had didn’t have the strength to attack the other two. He ran, shots following him. He had lost everything, he ran for days, his paws breaking open his paws. He carried on his path many days until finally all strength was lost and he collapsed. At the edge of a terrain he blacked out, forgetting his past and living the future. He would never forget, yet he would do all he could in his power to.
The next day the 3 year old wolf found himself near another pack. He was taken in and for another year he lived there. He finally regained his strength and became the wolf he used to be. His personality had returned, and yet still his heart was not back to normal. When mating season came, many femmes were interested in him, yet he simply ran from them. He doubted that he would ever heal, yet scars soon did heal, and while he remembered his wolf mate, he knew that he would once again take comfort with another femme, yet she would have to be as magnificent as his past mate, he would not settle for just anyone. So he ran from the lands once again. His heart still aching from before, he ran until his paws opened and bled once again. He whimpered in pain as he smelled a terra ahead. He knew whatever terra it was would have to do. He let himself pass out in exhaustion at its border, hoping that he would wake up and it would all be a dream, yet he knew that chances were slim if not impossible. But as he slept that night he knew that he would eventually move on despite his deep heart break.