| |OOC: please remember that I am going to post another character as the wolfs sister encase this is looked at before I put it up, it's a bit incomplete because their histories intertwine.||
Name: Lieven
Age: two and a half autumns
Gender: Brute
Pack: Loner
Position:
Appearance:
Lieven is a charcoal coloured timber wolf, without a single abrasion on his body apart from a small scar on his underbelly from birth. His caramel coloured orbs would be the first thing you notice, the way they are not perfectly straight but a little off centre, arcing upwards. This would be followed by his large gait and size. His head remains high, as if proudly, but wearing a constant frown. His ears are a little spaced apart and in a constant alert position, as if he suspected something nearby. His shoulders are relaxed when slumped a little lower than would normally be expected and where the soft layer of fat has settled once was keen muscle, this trait follows his entire spine down to his hide. His ebon pelt makes him well camouflaged at night, only noticeable by staring into his large, unnerving eyes or by the whites of his ivories. His maw, short and chubby like the rest of him, is usually found between rocks or testing the scent of a nearby tree to see if it has been marked. His chest, usually puffed out because of the way his fur sets facing out from his body in the colder weather. During autumn his pelt can seem rather grey due to the way the light hits his back and sides. His stocky limbs fit in well with his sly visage to give him an overall devious and rather intimidating appearance. His legs, like human males, remain wide from each-other, especially in the mating periods to try and appeal more to the femmes. His voice is deep, not a booming deep like the classic superhero villains, but a swarve, more sophisticated and deep voice. His size suits him well; he carries himself lightly, trying to seem less heavy. What he lacks in agility he makes up for in a thick hide and heavy appendages which when swung would cause damage from the weight behind the strike.
Personality:
Lieven is a stern wolf, following in the footsteps of his father, with full intentions of keeping his sister away from harm. Though even he can be persuaded to act out of this machismo if pushed hard enough, which is a rarety because he has no intention of looking any less than his sire to Ailel. At first confrontation he seems brash and has little intention to please others unless it befits his plans, but as you converse with him you should realise it is mostly a fascade, to cover up how unprepared he is for the responsibility put on him. His guilt for not being there to aid his father before he died drives him to want a family of his own, to teach them to hunt and gaurd the den like his father taught him. His size hides his personality well, hidden behind his stocky frame and overbuilt limbs, is a light hearted wolf with no room for personal vendettas or vengeance as long as his family is unscathed. however, even he has a violent side, due to his intimidating size it would be easy to see how he could inflict damage to another wolf or predator, though this is not his wish and he tries to maintain as calm as he can it is possible to push anyone over thier boundries. Being the guardian of his little sister has forced him into making choices he had no intention of thinking about, for instance shelter, food and security. which has lead him to the decision of joining a pack as soon as possible, though he has little knowledge of the packlands and the heirachy that goes with it, a soon as he can think of a pack that would be good for Ailel.
History:
Born into a large litter, unfortunately the only survivor, he had his fair share of food and warmth. The attention he received from his parents would be perceived as overprotective to normal sires and dams but to him it was expected because of the low survival rate of his siblings. As a whelp he enjoyed the freedom of the land around the den, hardly ever exchanging it to hunt with his father.
However all of this changed when his mother fell pregnant again, this time once again only one pup survived the birth, but the dam did not. His sister Ailel was an exact duplicate of their mother, a dark midnight pigment covered her body apart from a single white spot and her golden orbs. Lieven resented his sibling for the first three months of her life, being forced to remain in the den whilst their father hunted in case of a bear or other predators he would have to lead her away to safety. This was only necessary once, when another wolf though he would claim their den as his own, he carried her to safety easily, wishing he hadn’t at the time. Attention was slowly being drained from him with each passing day, he could feel his father growing more attached to her for the resemblance to their dam whilst he was left alone.
One day he decided he would go on a hunt by himself. He was now a broad and strong adult of two , able to leave his sister alone as she was now a few months old and able to look after herself for short times. As he stalked his prey down a forest track, a deer of large proportions just waiting to be plucked from this earth and into his stomach, he started to wander away from the den a little more than expected. His father was also hunting but in the opposite direction to Lieven, probably to a lot more avail, this was his chance to prove his worth to his sire and to win his affection back. The kill was a memorable one, as he swooped around the animal, twisting his hips to the left whilst snapping at his right to drive it towards the den. He wanted to kill it in front of his father, little did he know he would not be alive that long. He swooped around the agile creature again as it tried to dart away, this time swiping at its hind legs with his paw. The beast tumbled hard to the ground, Lieven knew he had it cornered and was a moment from taking its life in his jaw; it was a truly prestigious moment for him. It later haunted him to find out that if he had of finished the animal a little sooner he may have been able to save his sires life. He finally finished the deer, a quick bite to its neck saw clear that the beast would be in tact for him to present to his, incomplete, family. He returned dragging his catch behind him to find a blood stained home. Lying on the floor a few feet inwards was his fathers’ lifeless carcass, just beyond him the frail, shivering sister he grew to forget. He ran over to his sire, nuzzling his throat to prod some life into him, a tear swept his maw as he lay down next to him. It seemed to him like he had lost everything, his mother died during childbirth to the sister who stole from him and now his role model, his sire, the wolf he admired and aspired to be had been struck down like a common hare. He knew instantly that it was the handy work of a bear; the marks of its claws and jaw structure were undeniable, it must have been like a mouse against a behemoth. He pictured the fight in his mind, his fathers amazing grace taking two steps back bending his hinds to lunge. The bear, roaring magnificently, unexpectant of his dads attack. A glorious pounce at the bears shoulders to back it out of the den, the bear dodging by a fraction to swipe him down. Lieven placed his nares against his father back, trying to imbed his scent in his mind.
As the night fell, Lieven having already dragged his fathers’ body away before it attracted more predators, he decided his sire would have wanted him to look after his sister. He knew he had to wait until day break to leave to find a new home or neither he nor his sister would survive, and he wasn’t too intent on travelling with her anyway. He could not stay there any longer, not with the memories and the imposing fear of the bear returning thinking there was no protector of the pup. Instead he lied down next to his sister, coddling her inside his warmth, and sung her to sleep before crying himself into a slumber.
"Lie down, young whelp,
tonight you’re as safe as can be,
for tomorrow when we rise,
who knows where we’ll be,
Close your eyes,
Rest your head.
In the warmth.
Of the den,
Lie down young whelp,
Lie down,
Lie down"
The next morning he was greeted by a wet nose against his own, something he hadn’t quite expected at all. Ailel was staring into his eyes, both pairs of golden orbs were locked together, he decided at that moment that maybe he could be her guardian. He raised himself up slowly, locking his legs in place like he had seen his father do each morning, his head parallel to the sunbeams coming through the den. Each feeling running through him was proud and strong. He knew his place now, it was with his family, and it was the only thing keeping him standing now. He had made a plan to travel south, where he had heard of strong packs which he may be able to get them accepted into, towards flourishing rivers and immense amounts of prey. So he set off, as fast as her tiny legs would carry her, or until she got tired and he carried her in his mouth.
Again, personality needs more for this one too ^.^ (At least 10 sentences). Then you will be good to go ^.^
~Niccy
Ok i have made the changes you said about. Hope it's okay now
-Sam-