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You can call me Fao, Faogan, or Piney. I don't really get mad if you mess around with my names a bit, or even give me a new one...But one thing is, don't make fun of it - That has proved nasty in the past, and I won't go into detail.<p>
My contacts on Neo are: faogan , shadowandsilver , and shoyrucraziest. My email is aggressivefish@hotmail.com .<p>
I have been roleplaying for over two years, and have quite the experience. For some reason, over the Summer, which ended last month for me (For me, Summer is the few months we get off of school), I got into Wolf RPing, and I got addicted to it. I now have two main RPing wolves, workingon another, and my last one is too young to make a profile yet.<p><p><p>
If you have a problem about me using a Table, by all means, let me know. I didn't see anything about the use of them in the rules, but I may have skipped over them on accident.
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Name: Faogan<p>
Age: A month or two over three years.<p>
Gender: Male<p>
Appearance: Faogan has a main silver colored coat, with darker gray colors. His fur is kind've poofy, but even with it being poofy, his muscles can be shown through when he using them. His eyes are a piercing yellow, and seem to rarely blink. His tail never wags, ever since he was a pup. He has a V-Shape on his neck, that goes all the way around, and it extra poofy, but provides protection, which is good in fights. He has a bright silver line going all the way around his head, up and down, not sideways, as that would look kinda odd...<p>
Personality: Faogan is very withdrawn. He is shy, some of the time, and about 99.9% of the other time, he is either aggressive or mean. Faogan doesn't like being told what to do every single day. He wants to make his own decisions, as we all do. He doesn't have any soft spots...Yet, anyways. Also, Faogan doesn't trust anyone; They have to prove they can be trusted first.<p>
Fao doesn't like to get into fights if they can be avoided. Though, if he is ever in one, he can get as mean and thoughtless as a bear versus a human..Pretty violent, as well. Fao, though he doesn't like to fight, enjoys it...It gives him something to do. He usually at least cares for the health of others before himself, but if provoked...You better disappear from his sight! A few favorite past-times that Fao likes to do are hunting, fishing, and swimming.
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History: Faogan was abandoned at an early age. He as only a few months, just permanently weaned, when he woke up one morning to nothing but coldness beside him. He followed his parent's and litter siblings' scent to the edge of his forest basin where he had dwelled before they had left. He could tell they had left in a hurry, and he had decided not to follow in the endless hills that could be seen. He had been sad, yes, but he learned to deal with it. Since then, he has been on his own, the most feared predators where he had grown up.<p>
Faogan, at the age of about 8 Months, was the size of a fully grown wolf. And, he had learned how to be one of the worst predators as well. There was a small pack that had lived where he was, but when they tried inviting him, and he refused, they attacked, he retaliated, and nearly killed their Beta. After that, they had mysteriously disappeared. Faogan liked it that way. He didn't really like the idea of other Wolves bossing him around at such a young age, as that is what had happened before he had been abandoned.<p>
Faogan, now fully grown, has decided he could possibly tollerate orders. He has set off in search of possibly a Pack, past the lands he knows, and the lands he had called 'home'. Faogan had sworn that, until he was three years old, he would be a Loner. Now, he was about a month or two over being three. Faogan was not sure what lay ahead of him as he wondered through the strange lands, but he knew one thing was certain..A new home.<p>
Example Post: Faogan tensed, watching the victim of him....A stag, just barely old enough to start looking for a female. Faogan could care less. He was a Loner, and he didn't have a girl of his own. He hadn't had one before, and never wanted one. Faogan had been abandoned at an early age, to fend for himself. He was the gaint pup of the litter, the exact opposite of the runt. his parents would scold him if he so much as made one of his litter siblings yawn. It was either 'Be more active, Fao!', or 'Not too rough, Fao!', or 'You are too lazy, Fao!'. That was all he had heard in his first months of being alive. He was twice the size of his siblings when he had been born, and he was looked down upon because of that. Not literally, as he was almost as tall as his parents the night that they abandoned him, right after he had be permanently weaned.<p>
Now, though, he was built for speed, for fighting, attacking, defending. He was the most feared predator in this area. All animals who didn't know ofhim suffered fatally as they wondered about. Such as this stag, now. It was nighttime, and Faogan's yellow eyes pierced the night, the owls above him dared not hoot, and the animals in their dens dare not stir if he was around, especially if he was hunting. Faogan began slinking stealthily and swiftly closer to his prey. He was downwind of it, so it couldn't smell him, yet anyways. He blinked briefly, and then tensed up, ready to spring. he took a deep breath, and with all the strength he had, he lunged at the deer. The deer never saw it coming; Faogan tackled it to the ground. It started kicking violently, but Faogan bit down on its neck, breaking its neck, killing it instantly. "Another easy kill..." said Faogan to himself, smirking, as he started dragging it towards his cave with all his might.<p>
His poofy silver and gray fur showed his bulging muscles as he strained to drag it. "Fat one, you were..." growled Faogan, stopping for a rest near the lake and drinking some water. He decided to just leave it there for now, and then just decided to lay down in the water, to cool off on this hot night. Faogan gazed up at the moon, and again, asked for about the milliontht time, 'Why must I be like this? Why was I born this size?', and then his gaze fell back down, and looked at his paws, deep in thought, his eyes unseeing. After a few minutes, he looked back up.<p>
"Fish..." he said, looking into the depths of the lake, where fish heads could be seen popping up, and ripples made by the Giant Catfish. They did this at night, and it was usually easier for him to catch them when they were up closer to shore, which came to his conclusion: Fish now, or wait until tomorrow. As he said this, it began to drizzle. "Great..." he said, as he quickly plunged into the water and went power-swimming after some fish. Minutes later, he had a small pile, and it had already started pouring rain. He shook his coat, and took shelter to the trees for the time being. They provided minimal shelter, but it would do until he was able to haul the deer back to his cave when it was less wet.
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