Name: Aero
Age: 2 summers
Gender: Brute
Pack: None
Position: Loner
Appearance: Smoke-washed this brute was, a deep ebon color that glistened in the light although there is something weird about his appearance, the brutes paws, the tip of his tail, and maw seemed to have been dipped into a bucket of pure white paint, a beautiful mistake of nature that was only a mere mistake in coloration. Bodice was large, a bit larger then most brute's he is. Strong and muscular he strides with some sort of feline grace instead of that of a wolf although when he walks if you watch him carefully you will notice him throwing his head from side to side as he casually drifts right to left and back again. This technique is somewhat used for the wolf to confuse those new to him, make them think he was stupid or perhaps blind and most of the time it worked to. His eyes are a deep orange, almost red in coloration, which seem to glow in even the littlest light that would hit them during the night. Ears were a bit smaller then most but with it he had better hearing even though most would likely think him to have worse hearing, they probably did since they were always yelling at him when he had been listening intently the whole time they were speaking. Banner seemed a little thicker then the rest and slightly curled at the tip where it had been broken in the past. Long legs held many muscles as well as large paws that held a powerful strike all in all the wolf was beautiful, handsome…
Personality: Most thought of him to be insane and even he himself admitted to it at times, the brute wouldn’t put up with others pushing him around nor would he submit to any of them, he had no need to, if he was to prove himself to someone he would prove it with power. His mind seems to even confuse him at times telling him to do one thing but never let another do it to him, perhaps steal, kill, and even lie at times but this was needed in certain places, in certain lands especially if he were to keep things the way he wanted them. He has some sort of hatred towards those he finds to be different, not normal, the wolves who lived for peace and didn’t like fighting, those who would lay down and let their own kin be stolen away only because they want peace, they were stupid to him. He didn’t like people that didn’t pay attention, if there was a wolf he hated it would be those who drifted off when things of importance were happening and he being in a pack with someone like that would most likely want to kill them though unless alpha it was not his choice. He wouldn’t accept someone to turn their back on him, this would only lead to revenge for when that wolf needed him or wanted him company he wouldn’t be there and in fact if he were he would probably end up against them instead of with them. He loves blood no matter prey or predator, even wolves blood, his own kind, he enjoyed to crimson liquid and enjoyed death…
History: Who he was, was felt to him to be unimportant and so he forgot about it, he attempts to keep it far out of his mind what happened when he was younger, a wolf born to two loners, the only one to survive. He grew up with little food for his mother had grown ill and his father wasn’t the best hunter, he had possibly gotten to eat a rabbit once, twice, maybe three times a week and on occasion his father brought a fawn to him. The brute finally got to the age where he went off on his own, he went and he found a pack, a powerful pack that soon grew and a great war would pass a great war that left him lost, lost forever and never again did he return instead he wandered, he wandered until he came upon another pack a peaceful pack that he soon turned dark, he killed the alpha brute and took over, it was his pack until alas he found it to be to much trouble and decided the best for him to do was leave giving leadership to his daughter of 1 year Sukura (It’s not in her history because she doesn’t remember) He was to disappear leave forever so they thought but alas he returned though he returned to death and destruction, he returned to see that no one was there not even his only family…his daughter, the daughter he had gained through adoption basically, a whelp who’d been abandoned on his territory and he took her in without a second thought.
He didn’t want anything like this to happen he didn’t think it would for his daughter had been strong, perhaps stronger then him but alas it did. Again he ran from his past becoming depressed and soon encountered a wolf that would change it all, his new mate. They lived the lives of loners for his fear of joining another pack fear of disappearing once more or perhaps war, war that would kill what family he had gained again. He lived with her until one day SHE would abandon him, he awoke alone and now he comes here, he seeks a new beginning for this was his past and his past was a bad one.