-About Me-

Online Name: Aletho

Birthday: June 22, 1994

Other Characters Currently on the Board: none


-About Weccle-

Name: Weccle (WECK - ell)

Age: nearly 4 months [if that's too young, tell me, and I'll change it ^^]

Gender: male

Appearance: There are many things that can be said for Weccle's appearance. The first and foremost is this: Weccle is average. Not beautiful, not strong-- but not ugly or weak either. Just average. Nothing more, nothing less, but still, perhaps a more detailed description would better do him justice:

Weccle is small. Not scrawny-small, not runty-small, just... small. Small for a puppy, small for a wolf, that's that and whatsmore, he accepts it. Weccle carries himself with a sort of polite, apologetic posture, head not hanging with submission-- although certainly not held high--tail relaxed and down, eyelids half-closed. His muscles, too, betray his calm nature; not overly massive, they are very rarely tensed except when Weccle feels extremely afraid or uncomfortable. His legs are a medium length, relatively fine-boned, ending with, as some would say, 'adorably' oversized puppy paws. Weccle's neck is slightly arched and ever-so-minisculy longer than normal, giving him an air of grace, and his body is short with rounded hind-quarters and a neat tuck-up. Weccle's tail tapers to a somewhat saber-like point.

Weccle's visage is not what one would expect in a wolf his age. Serious, almost stern, lips set, eyes almost expressionless. But there is something else, too-- a pleading, melancholy undertone, one that cries out for affection, sparkles in those glazed green eyes. Either way, few notice this aspect of Weccle's appearance, tending instead to take note of the more obvious features; Weccle's muzzle is the usual somewhat chunky shape for a pup, and his skull betrays the domed structure of, again, a young animal. The rest of his features are also typically oversize, as can be seen in his widely-set, generously fur-lined ears and staring eyes. Strangely, Weccle's nose seems to have missed this, being slightly smaller than normal, ever snuffling and twitching much as a rabbit's might.

Weccle's pelt is peculiar only in that not a single shadow of tawny mars its subtle hues: instead, he wears a coat of softest, purest white, with a saddle of serene dove grey smudged in. Black dipped ears and tail tip add much-meeded contrast, while an ivory throat and a darker, cindery head complete the look. Monochrome, perhaps, but appealing in its own way. As is common in young animals, Weccle's pelage is quite soft, dense, and somewhat outward standing. Perhaps not quite outwards standing to give Weccle even a notion of a ruff, but still enough tp add a little bit of substance to his appearance.

Weccle is a mere puppy, and so is no master of hunting or fighting. He is capable of killing small animals-- enough to feed himself, certainly-- but prefers to scavenge when he can. He is a decent runner for his age and size, and his inborn, puppy-ish vigor often leads him to attempt unusual or even unheard of tasks, such as tree-climbing.

Personality: Ever since the incident with his pack, Weccle has been unsure of his future. He often worries about it, spending long hours weighing his options, debating right and wrong-- unusual passtimes for a mere puppy. Of course, when others tell him this, it simply makes him more confused; Weccle tries to follow his own morals while still living up to others' expectations, but this is a difficult task for one who doesn't know where his own fate lies.

Weccle doesn't get jokes. He takes everything said very seriously, and is easily-- but quietly, and ever so politely-- offended by simple slips of the tongue, even those intended in jest. Of course, when a joke is explained to him or his is prompted to "Get it?," he usually laughs along simply to go with the flow. Even though some would find Weccle serious beyond his years, Weccle can be friendly and gregarious when he feels those around him can truly accept him for whta he is.

Weccle avoids violence at all-- all-- costs. Fighting, to him, even verbal volleys, is far too reminiscent of his own past. As such, Weccle rarely argues, a trait some mistake for a weakness-- again, this puts him in further moral quandery. As for play-fighting, Weccle cannot abide it; he finds anyone who would jokingly hurt oters extremely distasteful. However, he tries not to enforce this opinion on anyone else, preferring a humble, prudent approach at life. [more coming soon]

History: [coming soon]