Name| Miss Misery AKA Misery

Gender| Female

Age| Five Revolutions

Appearance:

Eye Color| There is a thick ring of blue around her hazel iris. Yet, although, her eyes shift with her moods. They can transform to light gray, to vibrant green, to dark green. All depends.
Size/Stature| Mid-sized, built slightly bulky. Well conditioned muscles.
Coat| Misery’s pelt consists of the blackest black with a tinge of silver here and there. There is however a thick layer of silver fur around her shoulders, causing her hackles to stand out among the rest. Most of the time its somewhat un kept and mud often gathers upon her thick legs from her travels.
Markings| Scars litter Misery’s frame, a blunt sign of her past battles. Also, there is a tiny silver dot beneath her chin. It’s barely seen though.

Personality:

Misery is somewhat bitter when it comes to life in general. She often turns away from others, snapping and snarling in disgust to those whom try to ill-fatedly impress her. Especially if they aren’t even worth her while.
Many wolves actually think she’s what to be called as Bipolar. Her mood swing rather spontaneously and usually, they aren’t good moods. Sometimes, if you catch her in a pleasant mood, you might be lucky enough to have a rather nice conversation with her. She's an outcast, due to her sadistic temper and mocking tongue. Often times, she can be caught lurking in the shadows, sneering and glaring at passer-byers. A low growl like grumble lingers in her throat. A simple warning that looks can be very deceiving.

Likes| Eating spiders, being alone, sometimes fighting for no good reason, bones (of course).
Dislikes| Her past, desperate females, egotistically male, higher ranks who are wrongly titled, higher ranks with ‘little wolf syndrome’.

History:

Born| Glacier Mountains
Sire| Pike, deceased
Dam| Faten, deceased
Siblings| She was born in a litter of three including herself. Yet, sadly, each of her siblings are gone.

She ran, far away from the place she once called home. From the wolves she once called her family. They hated her, and now, she was forced to hate them. Images of her mother and siblings laying upon the earth in massive pools of blood. She was terrified, shaking and trembling. She remember running forward, her muzzle burrying itself in her mothers bloodied pelt. Then, she remembered him; her father. How angry he was, how horrified and so distraught that he actrually thought that his own daughter was the one who slaughtered his family.
'Get...get out of here', he had screamed at her, snarling and snapping at her flanks. She begged, she pleaded, she tryed to convince her father and the rest of the pack that it wasn't her. Yet, they hadn't believe her. Instead, she too helped her father run her off. Right before she had turned to run, she saw her uncle, his eyes gleaming in such an odd way; a gleam that she had never seen before. It was then she knew the true killer.

After months of being on her own, she rejected many wolves who attempted to be her friend. She just snarled bitterly and turned her back. She wandered for years, often talking to herself, sometimes she had even caught herself arguing with herself.
Finally, she had called a small piece of swamp her own. She had lived there, for months un bothered. Then, one day, a raven arrived, stating that her father had passed. She just snorted, barking at the raven and driving it away. Misery would have stayed there forever, but sadly she was forced from her home when a forest fire drove her away.

So, there she was again, running from her past. Perhaps, just perhaps, she would be able to start over.

(( I hope the way I did this is okay. I thought it would add more to the app. ))

I like it ^.^ You still put it in an order that's close to ours just different titles and such.

Accepted.

I'll see if the other Admin's approve of the periods in your name but I didn't even notice it till I looked at your profile XD

~Niccy