Name: Aurora Night (Aurora)
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Pack: None Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: Aurora Night is a very handsome wolf, he is lean but that hides the solid muscles underneath, which helps him very much in fights and hunting. He has several scars in multiple places, but the most noticable one is the one over his eye. It is shaped like a regular jagged scar when his eye is open, but when he closes it the shape forms into a thunder bolt.The other wolves tell stories about how he looks in a thunder storm, they say that he was marked that way and whenever it rains outside he will be out howling ot the moon. The other scar that draws attention to him is the one on his right haunch. That scar is in the shape of a half moon, and that has come to be his trade mark over the years. He his a very lithe wolf but he has solid muscles underneath it. His fur is very fine although it is very thick in the summer which makes problems, and even thicker in the winter, which helps to warm him up. The color of his pelt is very unique, he has an all black body except for his muzzle, the tip of his tail, and his paws, which are solid white. He has a very thick tail, and it is longer than what fits his body, and he has a white tip at the end. With a broad, muscular chest, he stands atleast three inches above the human waist. His eye color is pretty rare compared to the normal wolf. He has green eyes and they have a tint of blue in them. His paws are large with thick, black pads underneath them. His legs are thick with muscle. His claws are thick and sharp. A lethal weapon he just so happens to use in a fight. His fangs are also thick. The teeth in the back of his mouth are rigid and extremely sharp. He hardly ever uses those 'back' teeth though.
Personality: He seems rather uncaring, but he just extremly cautious of other dogs and the war that is going on. He is kind of on both sides of the war but he feels that is should not even be going on, but that the city and the country should be shared and that they don't belong to anybody. He is very cautious about giving out his name to untrustworty people, but only to the dogs he has come ot know and trust as dogs like himself. He is smart with comebacks and he pities the dog who gets in his way when he is angry. He is a great friend if you gain his trust and if you have mad him your enemy then you just better watch out. He is extremly smart and his biggest enemy is Blazer. The thing people don't know is that Blazer is dangerous, but he seems harmless, befriending others before killing them, but Aurora Night knows otherwise, and he tries to warn others about him before it is too late. He is smart about his fighting and he is good at it also. He has a hard face, and it makes him less likely to be trusted other than Blazer who hads a rather kind face. He has faught with Blitzz many times yet she is not at all like Blazer, who is twisted in the mind and does not always say how he feels. He si a proud dog and if he is offened for no reason expect a pretty mean comeback. He is not one for crude comments (that he honestly means), since most of the insults that come out of his mouth are in good humor. Sarcasm is his favorite tool in making fun of others, and he enjoys it when others use it on him, and finds it hilarious, which can get him into trouble if the other isn't joking.
History: A young age; one year old, he was put into a building with torture devices. Humans took his family and placed them all in seperate pens full with droppings from unknown animals and rotting dogs. Everywhere you stepped, blood would be on your feet. As for the unknown meat laying on the floor, you would get that nudged between your toes. Sick yet? No? Well, all you could eat was this unknown material, but still you would not wish to know what that material was, mind you. Aurora Night, still young and confused by the only food available, was front seat to watch his own family members die right before his eyes. The humans skinned his family members while they were alive. Their skin, fresh and still warm, was put into Aurora Night's cage. The young pup lost his only hope for getting out of that hell, with no parents, no siblings, no hope.
Not too long after all of his family members were killed, he was released into the world, but constricted by a leather leash. He was sent to dog shows all across America. He won many dog shows, but, after a year without any family, he began to go insane. Maddness was within his system, and he bit many judges, so he got disqualified for the rest of his "fashion career." Aurora Night was constantly abused. Wether it be a simple sentence to a whip by a nine-tails, he was abused badly. Every day he had to be "punished, and the humans who took away his life, soon started to take theres'.
One night, he was taken out of his pen and pitted against a rott. Aurora Night fought viscoulsy, but severly injured a leg in the process. He won, but could not stand up because of the leg that could not correctly balance him. Aurora Night, currently dead because of major blood loss, experienced a out-of-body experience. Standing over his body, he saw the human murderers give him bandages. Something that astounded Aurora Night was the fact that the humans put fixed his leg. With stitches, of course. Still dead, he walked towards a bright light with what seemed to be calling his name towards it. As he walked closer, he saw his own family members, smiling and calling his name. Just a few more steps were required to his family, but his 'soul' was sucked back into his body. Now back in his body, tears streamed down his face without Aurora Night even knowing it. Now was his chance to kill the humans, but he couldn't even move. He was put back into his cage and was nursed back to full health by his hated "owners".
Now at the age of three winters, another chance to escape was open. His "owners" left his pen open. They did not know that his pen was not secured as heavily as it was two years ago. He escaped out of his hellish pen, only to be confronted with a maze. This building was huge and heavy with security. Security, as in, guard dogs and humans with artillary. Aurora Night, pushing himself to the exit, ran into many humans and canines. Every single object that got in his way was killed immediatly. He got shot several times. As he finally escaped the building completely, he was, once again, confronted with an unknown area. He did not know this, but he was in Los Angeles. Running from his hell, he fainted on a sidewalk. Amazingly, he lay close to a animal hospital. Bleeding to death, he was took into the hospital without hesitation. Humans had saved his life again, but this time, he did not hate these humans one bit. He was kept in the hospital for three months until he was released into the wild he once knew as home. Free at last, his past still haunts him till this very day.
A month passes until he makes a pack. He was the only alpha. No warriors, no body above the 'normal' rank could cut his standards in half. He lead a mixed-matched pack. A pack with many different personalities and intentions. Some where nice; some were evil. Nightprowler was the middle. He was good and evil. He would never be completely good. Nobody could make him 'good'. Not even the "best" wolf in his whole pack could make him "good". All in all, he is more of the dark side rather than the light.
Two months pass by, and winter had passed, but many of his pack members were dead. This is how his pack was never more. Now a loner with a couple of followers, Aurora Night had nowhere else to go. He had no point in life. One day, he was hunting until a thunderstorm hit him. It worsened to a tornado. He hid and took cover. He recieved minor injuries. Right after the tornado, everything was calm, but the world around him was ravaged. He did not mind the trees were blown over or snapped in half. There was no wind, no chirping from any birds, nothing. Aurora Night decided to join a pack at that moment of his life. Since he had nothing, he could help those who needed help with something. He was a strong wolf, and he may be a little bit drained of his brain cells, but he is still intelligent.
He felt that the pack life was too much and he then became a loner.
One aspect of your history bothers me; the leg. If it was bitten clean off, it would be next to impossible for it to be stitched back on and actually be useful again. Even if it was bitten almost off, the leg would had to have been re-attached almost IMMEDIATELY and even then there would be severe repercussions i.e almost no use of the limb. Please go back and edit that portion. Thanks !
sounds good then, accepted