Name
Amedius
Age
5 ½ years
Gender
Male
Pack
None
Position
Loner
Appearance
A face of some sort of angel, Amedius is far from it. Although his face is rather handsome, it hides behind what true monster is beneath. Two dark eyes penetrate and still your body, allowing yourself to be caught but still falling. Fear is locked between his eyes and yours, like a cautious dear in head-lights. And like that dear, you can't seem to move. In your mind, you see this limb slowly shifting back following the other, but yet in reality you are still there standing petrified. And there he is, still staring and still smiling. The color may be a dark auborn, but most of the time they seems black. A true sadistic smile, one that allows you to see as to how heartless but humoress he is capable of.
His coat has a grayish color with splotches of red and brown, along with the white under belly. It is neither thick or thin, but he is able to keep warm in winter and cool in summer. Amedius's body is built to kill. With long muscular legs and deep chest, his stable movements seem to strike fear into most of his opponent's hearts. He has a certain cat-like qualities which allow him to be absolutely quiet and full of stealth. His endurance level can withstand alot of pain and his stamina knows no bounds. After being tought that survival is the only key in life, no matter who or what you must destroy to do so, it has a sort of affect on how Amedius's body functions work. Amedius's attacks are swift and quick, although you may think that he would enjoy the torture. His appearence although very terrifying, no one could really understand what lies in Amedius's heart.
Personality
There is no such thing as pure evil for this wolf, even though his background is rather horrible. Amedius does not believe in wrong or right, neither does he believe in the almighty good or ghastly evil. His parent's views aren't exactly what he has a taste for, and being taught such morals and views all of his life, he sees things in his own way. Amedius has seen alot of horrible and untasteful things; wolves slaughtered for nothing, females raped and murdered, and no limits of betrayl and mayhem. Living with a devil for a father you would think Amedius would take pleasure in the chaotic world to which he was born into. Yes, Amedius has killed. Yes, he has lied. But the one thing that differs from all of his old pack members and even his father is the fact that Amedius has compassion. He has passion for all things, and he believes that he lives in a world of only gray.When he was younger, he believed that there was only black and white. But as he grew, and became who is he today, he knew only the gray areas of which there is no complete evil or complete good. No one is perfect, and neither is Amedius. He looks into a mirror of no absolute happiness, at the reflection of himself. Amedius believes in nothing, but he does hope for everything.
A true morbid romantic, this tainted and foresaken soul always looks for the way of things should be. He hopes, that even though he may seem like a "bad wolf," that he may find someone that understands him for who is, no who he may poitray. Death has been left in his wake in the past, but Amedius has learned that death doesn't get you what you want or need. He felt dull and he felt no passion for what he had been raised to do; yet he still did it. What came from all of those lost souls, their corpses laid out like slaughted cattle? He found no satisfaction, and after coming to terms at what he truly was, he stopped. Amedius has changed from what his father wanted him to be, to what he wants to be. But normally if you ever did meet this strange brute, it's hard to actually see what waits for you behind all of his masks and walls.
Amedius puts on the act of being quite the contradictor and just trys to snake his way into your mind. Mind games is what he's accustumed to, and this is only there to make you see something he's not. He fears you getting to close to him, and enjoys his own company. Amedius is very confusing and normally never knows what he wants. First he may act like such the sweet hopeless romantic, then the next he will act so cold and so damned harsh that you could say that he has more than one self. Truthfully, Amedius thinks that he himself is a rather disdainful thing. Something that should of died a long time ago, along with the memory of his old pack. But, as it is seen, he hasn't.
History
Everyone has some sketelons in their closest, some have more than most. But Amedius, he doesn't only have one closest, but probably three or four full of past mistakes. Born near a dormant volcano, his parents were the alpha and alphess of a so called "evil" pack. His father Gage was indeed a blood thirsty tyrant which led his pack to slaughter thousands, no ten-thousands of innocents. His mother, though, stayed at the dens while her mate left for the unslaught. She, though, didn't really raise Amedius. No, she actually ignored him. It was only after he was weaned that she left him to be tended by the omega, Crinos. This female wasn't anything close to what the pack's standards were. She was actually nice and caring, or as close to it as any of them were. But, the kindness to Amedius didn't last long for when Gage returned to his lands, he murdered the female for trying to raise his son by "irrational ideals."
Although Amedius wasn't to be his heir, Gage still raised him to be as menacing his Amedius's brother, Gabriel. When he reached of age, Gage took Amedius and his brother to their first raid. They killed an entire pack, leaving them no mercy. Gabriel enjoyed it, he enjoyed the feeling of the blood caked in his fur or the whimpers and pleas from his victims. Amedius's feelings were the opposite. He found no pleasure or satisfaction in killing, but yet he still did it. Gage paid no attention to his son's distress, which aloud Amedius to think over some time as to why he did this.Amedius came to the conclusion, after reaching the age of two and a half, that it wasn't worth anything to kill. It wasn't worth to make that heart stop beating or seeing the fear in their eyes before they close for the last time. He stood up to his father's opinions and wishes, saying that his reasons were mad and unreasonable. His father, though, couldn't see what Amedius was getting at, and neither did his brother. They both turned on him, including his entire pack and mother. Amedius was thrown out of his only home, to live the life of a wanderer.
Although he didn't see the point of it all, and he didn't turn back once, Amedius couldn't understand why his father was so buligerant to his views. And then this was where he saw that they believed in all black and white. That they were afraid of the gray, but the truth was that his whole life was based on nothing. That his whole existence was really nothing. The gray was what his life was all about, with the exeption of some darker and lighter areas.Amedius began to grow in ways of gaining knowledge and understanding of one's self. He soon learned of what it meant to love, to care, and to hurt. Hiding behind his mystery and darkness, Amedius prefers to be left alone. He contradicts everything but hopes for more than any other. From traveling alone, he saw that the only thing that mattered to most was themselves and themselves alone. He began to see that every wolf was selfish, no matter how noble and how honest they were; all were selfish. If they wanted a mate, they would get one and would kill for them if they had to. If they wanted power, they would lie just to get the next rank up. But, it was as it was for Amedius; and it has all been the same since.