Denver / / .

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Name: Denver
Age: 4 years
Gender: Brute
Breed: Grey Wolf

Height:32 inches
Length:54 inches
Weight:115-130 lbs depending on the season
Health:Good health.

Appearance:

At first glance Denver appears to be a solid black, but take a closer look and you can see a hint of his light brown under coat shining through. During the hot season it is more obvious as the top layer thins and he looks a smutty tan. His eyes are small but the light yellow color gives them a piercing quality and at times they are the only things you can see. The large nose that corks the end of his long muzzle is also a dark black. Covering his body are a splattering of scars, most of the visible ones covering his legs and face. During his second year another wolf mauled his face and although his thick fur mostly hides it his left eye has been left useless and the top half of his left ear missing. Despite the scars one could consider Denver a noble looking wolf, almost handsome if a wolf could be.

His thick frame is wrapped in dense muscle, built up during the long weeks of travelling over the rough terrain. Although this makes him exceedingly strong it slows him down over short distances, which makes hunting in wooded areas difficult. He’s much more used to hunting larger prey, such as small deer or the odd wild boar that appear grazing in the meadows or valleys. To say the least Denver is an intimidating beast.

Sanity:Stable – ish.
Personality:To the unknown Denver is quiet, not a shy quiet though. He’s calculating and his silence is often because he is sizing another up or planning their down fall. During his first couple of years he was notoriously cocky and over confident but through numerous beatings and injuries he has learnt other wise. Now, through all his experiences and observations, he can quickly and accurately find his opponents weaknesses and expertly take them down with out having to risk serious injury.

Now that you know him, gained his trust even, you’ll find the two sides to his unpredictable nature. The first is the good side. While in this state he is a calm, collected and an extremely intelligent wolf. Some even go to say he can be pleasant company. He’s a joker who enjoys playing around and harmlessly fooling with is friends, as you’d expect from most life-loving wolves. But he’s teetering, walking on the sharp side of a blade. Click your fingers and who ever are in his warpath should be scared. He is consumed by his rage as quickly as you can flip a switch. It’s long been a problem for Denver that he can’t control himself during these times and it takes the very last ounce of will power to keep him from killing his loved ones.

Other than the most obvious part of his personality he’s fiercely loyal to those he pledges to, his pack, his leaders and some day a mate.

History:

Denver wasn’t born on Kongrai, he and his family all lived on one of the larger main islands, the name of which he has long forgotten. Just like the usual wolf he was born from a mated pair, his mother Juni and father Zavioni. The litter was larger than expected at eight pups and as they grew the small den, suitable for up to five pups, became to small for the expanding family. During the cover of night the pair decided to move the pups to an old den a few miles east of the current. It was also decided that because the den was closer to the human settlements that the two adults would both take half of the litter separately. Zav went first, taking three of Denver’s sisters and his only brother. They left into the night and as planned the small grey female waited for a few hours before continuing. They travelled silently to avoid drawing attention and stuck to their family’s scent trail. It was almost dawn by the time they fell into the trap. The smell of fear and smears of blood covering the melting snow told him that his father and littermates were gone. His mother whimpered quietly, nudging the snow where a bloodied imprint of her mates paw was left. The worst wasn’t over. As the small pup turned something glinted in the surrounding bushes as the rising sun caught the shining metal. BANG! His mother yelped loudly and stumbled, hitting the floor. She screamed at them to run but the dark little pup was to bewildered to do anything. Then came the humans shouting in their foreign tongue, two of them, both holding the shining weapons that took down his mother. She snarled viciously the wound to her leg preventing her from rising. He watched them take the weapon to her and her brave expression slowly fading with each strike they blew. Denver an his sisters could only watch, desperate to help their dying mother but frozen with sheer terror.

The four pups were taken, along with the mutilated corpse of their mother to the human’s pack. What a strange place, filled with roaring creatures and dens built rather than dug out. More humans crowded around jeering and clapping their furless paws together. They even brought their pups out from the dens to stroke the fur of their dead mother. It was a truly terrible place. The pups were placed in a small wooden crate huddling together for warmth.Still dependent on milk they were soon introduced to their surrogate mother, a wolf like creature. She called herself Bonnie and told them to obey and respect their capturers, who she called the masters. They stayed like this for a few weeks but it didn’t last. Soon enough they were stripped from Bonnie and moved from enclosure to enclosure, where they all lived for the next five months.

During a warm summer night Denver was awoken by a stinging in his rump, similar to the sting of a bee. He sat up confused but was overcome by a strong dizziness and quickly fell unconscious. As he woke he found that grass and trees, something he hadn’t seen since he was a pup, surrounded him. There was no sign of his sisters’ presence, only the scent of a human and two continuous parallel tracks leading south. He sure wasn’t about to go back to the humans so set off running in the opposite direction.

Over the next year he travelled these strange lands, occasionally joining small bands of travelling wolves although he enjoyed the solitude of being a loner. He was now living on Kongrai.

Preferred Pack: Skyla

(I wasn't sure about including humans in his history but I thought I'd just go along with what ever metal spew came out lol.)

[`Senna]

A c c e p t e d !

It's fine, and lovely bio. :3 Your free to roleplay your character now.