Post by Emz on May 9, 2010 15:45:39 GMT -5
Character Number: 2
Name: Zephyr
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Species Mexican Wolf
Personality:
Arrogant and often quite vain, Zephyr holds a high opinion of himself and can often times be quite a flirt with the females, though he's never really interested in them.
He does believe in Paradise, but he wants to find it and open it himself. He wants to become the 'king' of Paradise and rule over it and all the other wolves. He can be quite bitter and lives for his revenge, though he still has a tiny soft spot for pups and females.
One of the things he strives for in life is to become popular, respected and, above all, powerful. He will often use others to get what he wants and when they can no longer be of any use, he will 'ditch' them. He is quite the smooth talker and lies flow from his lips as easily as if they were the complete truth.
Zephyr is also quite a hot-head and will get angered easily. He will jump into a fight with anyone who annoys him, despite not being incredibly strong, he can be quite the vicious fighter. His thick neck can help protect his neck from fatal bites.
Being as high and mighty as he is, he sees humans as an inferior species, ones to be looked down upon. This does not mean he doesn't still regard them as a threat, however; he knows how dangerous they can be.
He loathes any and all humans, soldiers, civilians, children; they're all the same to him. As much as he'd like to kill any on sight ( which he would do if there was only a few humans ), he knows they can sometimes have valuable information and so he will blend in towns if he hears rumours about Paradise, despite how much he hates the towns.
Appearance:
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Quite a multitude of colours decorate this wolf's body; rust-like hue being the most dominant. Along his back, the fur is a mixture of black, dark and light brown, which merges with the rusty colour on his sides, lightening further to a light brown on his underside. His legs are a lighter rusty colour with the light brown colour dominating further down and lines of grey running down as well.
A light grey colour marks the sides and underside of his muzzle, with a rust colour on the top of the muzzle, running along to beneath the eyes. This colour darkens to grey markings over the top of his eyes, but continues unhindered from the muzzle past the eyes until merging with the mixture of other colours on his back. His eyes themselves are a striking orange yellow. His tail is the same mixture of colours as throughout his body, darkening to black at the tip.
His body is smaller than most, though he has a thicker neck and broader head. He is quite a fast wolf, though not very strong.
In his human appearance, he is shorter than the average man his age. His hair is mostly a copper colour, but, like his fur, there are greys and lighter browns mixed in, though it's not quite as mixed as it is when in his 'true' form.
He can be seen wearing a collared blue t-shirt with thin green stripes running horizontally through it, widely spaced with three buttons at the top; these are almost always unbuttoned. He wears dark denim jeans that are neither too baggy, nor too tight, with a faded green belt. He normally wears white trainers.
History:
The pack that he was born into was quite small, consisting only of his mother, father and two other siblings. From an early age, Zephyr displayed his dominance over the other pups and his temper did shine through; he even attacked his mother when she scolded him for wandering off, but luckily his claws and teeth were too small at the time to do her any real harm, she did leave with a few scars on her face though.
He constantly picked fights with his brother and sister and showed himself to be quite selfish as well. Because of his trickery, he nearly got his brother killed and nearly killed his sister when 'play' fighting with her. While his father saw this as a good sign; the pup was strong and would grow up tough and able to take care of himself, his mother was stressed with what to do about him.
One day, he was no more than 10 months old, she snapped and went to attack him. He was able to dodge however, though it wasn't too hard, as a mother she wasn't intending to harm her son. His father was outraged when he saw her attacking Zephyr, and this led to an argument between the two.
It wasn't long before Zephyr's father decided to leave the family and he took Zephyr, the 'only pup he was proud of' with him. He only travelled with his father for a short while, only until he was just over a year old, before they parted ways. During his travels with his father he learned about Paradise and made the decision that he would be the ruler of it.
When he separated from his father, he never seen any of his family again. He doesn't care though, he would say he wasn't that close to any of them anyway.
Not long after he and his father went their own ways, Zephyr met a female wolf and he quickly fell in love. They travelled together happily and for once, Zephyr wasn't intent on finding Paradise. The female had brought out his softer, caring side and she was able to keep his temper in check.
During the time spent with her, he found himself dreaming of starting a family, a pack instead of Paradise. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the female fell pregnant and Zephyr was overjoyed.
But disaster was soon to strike.
Stopping off in a human village to rest, they didn't realise that the place was controlled by soldiers, and not just any soldiers, they were part of the wolf extermination factions. They stayed a night with a few other wolves whom they had met in the village. These wolves wanted to save their own skin, however, and had made a deal with the soldiers of the village. They would turn in any wolves they found. The two mates were no exception.
The soldiers had planned to surround the two before they woke up and deal with them quietly, but Zephyr heard them before they could and luckily, they managed to fight their way out and run away.
During their retreat, Zephyr's mate was hit by a bullet and fell, calling for him, Zephyr turned to go back to her, but all he saw was the soldiers surrounding her and the flash of bullets. His wrath took over at that point and he jumped at the humans, killing a good few of them until he seen the body of his mate, his family; still, lifeless.
He seen the wolves who had taken them in, then. Seen them helping the humans, heard their laughter. His body boiled with rage, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against them and the soldiers. So he turned and ran. No matter how much he wanted to kill them, how much he wanted to be with his mate, he ran as fast as he could, too scared to fight when the odds were against him.
He regretted leaving then. His mate, his pups, were dead. There was nothing left for him. But he remembered his travels with his father and his decision to be the king of Paradise. He remembered his dream of a family, a dream which could never come to fruition now. In his mind he realised the death of one dream meant the other could live and believed it was his calling to be the ruler of Paradise.
He would live to get his revenge on the humans, and the wolves who betrayed him. Even if it meant getting revenge on all humans and wolves, regardless of whether they wronged him or not.
( ooc: his bio is fail, but I'm tired DX )
