Name: Covalt
Age: 3 Revolutions
Gender: Brute
Appearance/description:
Covalt is an average built wolf, not much taller then average and no bigger in width. He isn't very muscular but that doesn't make him weak in the slightest. He can be a challenge in a fight and he's pretty fast as well however, not very coordinated. His attacks are often a hair off, which can ruin any good maneuver. His steps aren't always very coordinated either, so he sometimes trips over himself. Most of this is due to the fact that he only has one eye, while the other was lost in battle. It is a pale yellow that stands out as a pure contrast of his peltage. His hide is a magnificent mix of browns, greys, with a little bit of black thrown in and white upon his tassel, legs and muzzle. His pelt is always ruffled and the hairs upon his back usually always stick up, giving him an almost threatening appearance at first glance. His auds are an average sight and his tassel is as bushy as most other wolves'. One might think it's not the appearance that describes a wolf's personality but Covalt's case is an exception.
Personality:
To sum it up, he's a jerk. He talks back a lot and he's no stranger of sarcasm. The only ones who he shows any sign of respect for would be those who earn it or deserve it. He is more independent, but that doesn't make him antisocial. He actually enjoys meeting other wolves and gathering information from them on packs and lands. But usually, once he's learned everything he wants to know about a topic, he'll just ditch whoever he was talking to. His headstrong personality makes it difficult for others to gain his trust, and he doesn't like to call others his friends. He also always tries to act as the dominant one of any group, naturally because he always thought he should have been his old pack's alpha. He doesn't like to share kills and if a team effort was put into a kill, he would make sure he gets to eat before any others even of his own rank. His short temper and sharp tongue have gotten him into tight spots before and still do know. If he is bothered enough, he won't hesitate to take out his anger on even the most innocent victims. But despite his cruel disposition, he can get along with others and if he does, would be more then willing to hang around with them.
History:
Covalt was born into a litter of three with two brothers. He was the third born, this being the reason why he screwed up his life. His oldest brother was a solid ebon brute known as Kurhanti and heir to the alphas while his second brother was a bulky brute of brown and grey titled Deacon. The three lived a normal life until they were about two and part years survived and sickness stole the life of the pack's alpha. Kurhanti was still young to be a leader, but he was also wise and brave so the pack chose to grant him the rank as long as he served it well. He was a naturally excellent leader, neither Deacon or Covalt could deny it but that didn't make them any less jealous. The two plotted against killing their brother while he slept and before they had even lived a third year, they attempted such an act.
Deacon snuck into his den with the idea of luring him out by himself while the rest of the pack slept. He did so by saying a neighboring pack had sent a messenger who needed to speak with him immediately. Alas, the onyx brute fell for it and followed Deacon out into the darkness. They walked for quite a while before the ambush took place. One moment they were traveling through the trees, the next, Covalt was on top of him biting whatever he could. Kurhanti yelped in pain and tried to fight back, but Deacon joined in to help. The alpha didn't stand a chance against the two traitors, but he did get one bite in that destroyed Covalt's left eye before he was finished off. The brothers snarled their victory at the limp body of their sibling however, a disturbance in the forest distracted them. The pack had heard the alpha's cry of pain and ran to his rescue. The two attempted to hold their ground but after sustaining grave damage, they turned to flee. Covalt didn't have much to show besides a bloody face and a shredded eye but Deacon's rear right leg had been gashed up.
The two ran as far as Deacon could before stopping and upon doing so, did their best to clean up the mess. They were in a sorry plight and knew their pack would be after them, seeking revenge. So they traveled on until the second day of running were Deacon collapsed. He leg had become infected and he couldn't go on. Any normal partner in crime would have tried to help him or remained behind with him, but Covalt wasn't patient. He encouraged Deacon numerous times to goon but he too often refused. Eventually, Covalt gave up and ditched him. Their plan had gone down the drain anyway and now Deacon was no used to him. He knew he needed to find other wolves soon, either a pack or a few loners, for he knew he wouldn't be able to survive on his own for very long.