Name: Fathom

Age: Four

Gender: Male

Pack: Loner

Position: None

Apperance: Fathom is pure black. His tassle is quite different from what you would expect. It is black until the very tip, which is dead white, as if it had been dipped into paint. He is large, even for a male wolf and has beautiful, almost entracing eyes that stand out against his black coat. His coat is rather shaggy. He has large muscles visible under his glossy pelt. A long scar curves down from his maw, down his face to his mid-chest. Fathom has a smooth, loping gate.

Personality: Fathom doesn't back down from anything or anyone usually and hates showing his respect-such as tail tucking, crouching, ears flat, whimpering-to a higher ranked wolf that he dislikes. Though if he truly respects and/or likes the wolf, he won't reluctantly do so. He gets nervous when a stranger wolf approaches in a defensive manner because of a bad past. He gets angry & defensive against pups or she-wolves getting abused by a male wolf. He isn't used to female wolves liking him, even male wolves. He likes it when other wolves don't get scared of him before they don't even know him yet. He's rather seclusive, thinking no one wants to be around him. He has taught himself to not sleep to heavilly.

History: As a pup, he was abused and abandoned. His mother and father were Alphas and weren't the kindest of wolves, especially thier odd-ball pup. They would beat and shove him around, but that didn't break Fathom's spirit as they expected, it strenghtened it. When Fathom was a bit older, his father was digusted with him after a hunt and attacked him but Fathom attacked back this time. They fought, but of course, Fathom's father won. This is how Fathom got the large scar from his maw to his mid-chest. That night, the pack was gathered together to run to a new site, everyone except for Fathom. He was asleep and they left. They travelled through so many waters and different terrains, it would take days to track them, extra days for a pup. He wandered as a Loner for a while until a new pack took him in. He lived a fairly good life in this new pack until the last six recent months. There was an accident. It was stormy and beggining to flood. The pack was evacuating to a higher ground and three pups fell behind. Fathom noticed and fell back to help them up the slippery rocks and grass. One fell in the water and drowned before Fathom even knew what happened. He looked mournfully at the rushing waters and hoped the pup's soul wasn't forever lost. He still had to continue on with the remaining two pups though. The pack ahead still hadn't really noticed. A wolf staggered up a rock, knocking it loose. The rock rolled down and clobbered another pup. Fathom urged the last pup forward and grabbed the injured pup gently in his jaws. The last pup caught up to the pack as they made it to the top of the hill. The pack blamed Fathom for the deaths. They had not ever been sure of his trust and didn't believe him. There were some wolves that believed Fathom, the truth, but they had been overridden. The pup he was carrying died in his grasp, blood in his mouth from the rock hitting the pup. They accused him of shoving one pup in the water and attacking the other. The three pups had been offspring of the Alpha male and female. Fathom ran, there was nothing else he could do. The pack sent out others to look for the supposed murderous wolf. He spent months, and still is, running and hiding and fighting spies and runners that were sent to capture him. They never caught him and now Fathom is in these lands.