Name: Faia (fire)

Gender: brute

Age: 3 years now

Appearance: Dark fur that glows deep crimson in bright sunlight. A reddish fur color accented with cream on his belly and muzzle. Enormous for his young age, this brute stands tall and strong. Thickly built and powerful, he flexes his powerful muscles, rippling the fur covering his skin. A handsome face with a long muzzle and gently tapering ears. His long tail curves gently into a graceful upward arch, making him appear all the more fearsome. Golden pools of molten bronze is his cool gaze, filled with blankness that hides everything about him. His cold stare is not threatening, but you can se the hunger for power in every flicker of his eyes, every stretch of his legs, every flicker of the ears. Small scars adorn the sides of his form, proof that despite his young age, he is powerful and does not fear a fight. Sharp white teeth are hidden in his grin. You almost expect his pale ivories to be stained with dark blood.

Personality: Cold and cruel is this brute. He cares not for the lives of others, but only for himself. The only wolf perhaps that he cares for at all is his sister, Akina. Any other wolf could die and he could care less. Ruthlessly strong, he uses his power to his advantage, and kills all who stand in his way. He was born and raised to be kind and caring, yet his nature is the exact opposite. After killing his mate and the rest of his pack in the mountains, it would be thought that he would be marred with regret from their deaths. But instead, he smirks coldly at the thought of his own wit and skill in the face of something that most wolves would quiver with fear at. Instead, he quiver's with bloodlust. Quick witted and smart in the face of a battle or a hunt, he is the exact opposite of his sweet and innocent sister. And yet he still cares for her as he cares for no one else. Alas, he does not love her any more than he loves the rest of the world. She could die and if he was not around and merely heard of it from someone else, he would not care. But if anyone dare approach her with him present, he would rip them in half for her sake. After all, she was the first one to listen to his orders, and look up to him like a subordinate should, like a pack leader would be looked up to. And she also showed no fear in her eyes when she looked up at him after he had struck a bone-chilling plot to get them into all kinds of trouble, usually related to straying onto a pack's territory and stealing prey, or spying on their meetings.

History: There is not much history behind this large brute. His past has not been marred thus forth, and not much of what has happened can be recorded, for not many bear witness to his cruel deeds. Born to a loner mother, he grew up with his sister, Akina, as his follower. They were trained in the ways of the hunter and the spy, and were taught well. But at the age of 9 months, their mother could not bear to have them around, and so the two pups parted ways. They met up occasionally in the loner's lands, but not often, as if Akina had followed her brother, she might never wish to see him again. During his travels alone, the young pup grew stronger, traveling through the toughest terrain. He trained in the mountains with a small pack of weak wolves he found there, and they taught him many things. The only thing he believes is worth remembering in his past there are his battles. With the help of a small fae who loved him, he took down a mountain lion. Realizing that he needed no help and that these wolves were weak, he led the rest of the pack to their deaths, and they drowned in a deep pool of rushing water. His mate approached, hoping to find comfort, and he forced her over a cliff, and she plunged to her death. Colder and stronger than ever, the male returned tp the loner's lands, and so he rested for but a few days from his encounter. After he was again plump and well fed, he set off, hunting down prey and leaving it for scavengers, just to get the training in. He felled many small doe, and ran into his sister a few times. Often he had to trick her into falling behind so that he could be left alone. He hunted out many small prey animals, and many not so small. To hone his skills, he hunted fish in rivers, striking out with his great maw and snatching them right from the water. He ran over hills and dodged trees And when he got hungry, he trained is stomach as well as his body, hunting down strange animals such has raccoons and hedgehogs, sometimes snagging a spikey porkupine and having to pluck the quills from it in order to eat. Once, he even managed to snag a bear cub right from under its mother's nose, and had to carry it off for miles, ignoring its frantic thrashing and its weight, cries of terror leading the mother towards him. He had had to throw the pup into a den too small for the mother to get in, and then scrambled in after it. He killed the cub and threw the carcass out, knowing the mother would not pause her search until she saw that her cub was dead. And then as she stalked off with anguish, instead of pitying her, he snatched up her cub and ate just inside the den, so the mother had to watch as her cub dissapeared before her eyes. And so his story begins, and he has finally come to join a pack, and to rule over all the lands, as is he believes his destiny.

(ooc: edited a bit by Zuzu (moi, yes?) Just his age for now tho)

I don't see anything wrong with this application but I'd like to confirm this pelt color cuz it almost sounds like an unlikely red. Is he this red:



Or is he like, a redder red than that? Cuz that is a fine red XD But any redder and it probably isn't an ok shade o_O

Just checkin ^.^ If it is that red then go ahead and start posting and I will accept this when I next get on :)

yep. he's that kinda red right there. its just he's a reddish brown, and so when his coat is all shiny and smooth during summer, the sunlight reflects off of it and he kinda glows. sorry if that was a little confusing. ^.^

Then it looks good! Accepted