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| Subject: Vidar [M] Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:33 am | |
| Name: VidarAge: Two yearsGender: MalePack Member or Loner: LonerDescription: His fur is extremely dark gray, and unless he stands next to something darker, he looks black, except for his underbelly, which is a lighter gray mixed with brown. He has golden yellow eyes, which are very striking against his dark fur.Body Build He is a large wolf with a relatively heavy build, giving him a slow appearance.Scars/Markings: He has one small scar across his muzzle from when he was a pup, but it's not very noticeable.Personality: On the surface, he is rather easygoing and willing to talk to everyone and anything, although he does keep himself very well guarded, never wanting anyone to get too close for fear they will hurt him. He doesn't care much for fighting, yet despite that, he's quick to get involved in one if it's happening near him, however, he makes it his policy to never start the fights himself. On the rare occasions he does consider someone a friend, he will fight for them, as he cares very deeply about his friends.
He can very quickly go from a very outgoing and friendly wolf to a grumpy loner who simply doesn't want to talk to anyone, and then snap out of it again. This makes others think he is quite strange, but he's never been bothered much by it, or at least doesn't show if he is. Quirks/Habits: He loves the snow and will often roll around and play in it as if he were a young pup.History: He was born to a rather low-ranking, but well-liked pack member. If it had not been for the fact that his father was a despised, lone wolf, Vidar likely would have been more tolerated by the pack, however, he was ostracized. His two sisters were accepted due to the fact they took after their mother, but according to the other wolves Vidar looked too much like his father. The fact that he looked like his father was all Vidar ever knew about him. Because the pack did like his mother, his presence was tolerated, although he was often bullied. As a pup, it was other young wolves, but once he was older, the rest of the pack would gang up on him. When his mother died, the pack had no reason to continue tolerating him and he was forced to leave, not that he really wanted to stay.Family: His mother is deceased, and he never knew his father, nor does he particularly care about him. He assumes his two sisters are still alive and with his old pack. Strengths: His strengths are mainly physical, as he is quite strong and fast.Weaknesses: He isn't the smartest wolf out there, and he often thinks of himself as an idiot. He also has trouble forming lasting relationships, nor is he very good at fighting. He usually can only win if he's significantly stronger than his opponent or he gets lucky.ʂɧɵɯ ʏɵʊɾ ʂƙɨɪɪʂVidar hated being on his own, as he had no one to talk to and the trees weren't very good conversation partners. Nor were the rocks. Although he had known this, it hadn't stopped him from trying. After a month without seeing another wolf, he was starting to become desperate for someone to talk to. He really wasn't cut out to be on his own. Not like he had much choice in the matter, as he hadn't been able to find a pack that wanted him. He really couldn't blame them, as he didn't have much to offer. Average hunting skills and a bit of brute strength with no real ability behind it weren't in high demand. At least his average hunting skills were enough to keep him fed, and when he detected the fresh scent of a rabbit, he was confident that he would have a quick meal that night. Moving silently, Vidar crept up on the small animal. When he decided he was close enough, he was nothing but a black blur as he darted towards his prey. Unfortunately, the rabbit was just a bit faster and escaped his jaws. Growling, he stalked off. He'd have to find something else to eat. As he was walking along, half-searching for another animal, he heard a distant howl. Craving for company of any kind, he howled in return, and then headed towards the other wolf. Perhaps he would have food, or at least be someone to talk to. | |
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