Post by animalgoddess on Mar 27, 2011 20:52:00 GMT -5
Name: Chesire da Venezia (Pronounced: Che-zerr-ayy -- Da -- Ven-net-zee-ah)
Gender: Male
Age: 3
Eyes: Dull yellow.
Fur: White.
Appearance: Chesire has average white fur and yellow eyes.
He is a tall wolf, but his tail is half the size of what it should be. He is a little bulky through structure, and he often appears very serious, worn out, or bored.
Personality: Chesire isn't exactly the type who likes to beat around the bush. He's the kind of wolf who gets straight to the point, and expects others to do that as well. Although he seems brutish at first, Chesire merely lives a simple and direct life, and is kind and gentle when called for it. He doesn't like silence, and will often try to make conversation; but his awkward social-skills make him seem a little distant or uncaring.
Chesire is loyal til the end, and if he makes a commitment, he stays to it. He may sometimes snap at others if they do not follow his lead, as his beliefs in loyalty is expected to be returned. He is a leader through heart and mind, refusing to submit under anyone's hand after having lost his previous pack.
Weaknesses:
- Chesire's eyes are really sensitive to light, and through his years, the negative encounters with brightness has caused his eye-level to decrease.
- Impatient.
- Poor social-skills
Strengths:
- Strength
- Ability to stay calm.
- Strong sense of justice
History: ((Sorry if this is poorly written, I'm not that good -or fond- with writing histories.)
Chesire, his sister, his brothers, and his lovely mother and father lived in a tough, small pack of wolves; content to live the natural -but boring- life of any average wolf. A little oddly, however, the pack depended mostly on their brute-strength than their minds. The pack taught one-another their skills in the fighting-area. Chesire was among those of the most-successful young males; coming out stronger than his brothers.
The pack was of five wolves. And one day, a loner was accepted into the pack, changing the number into one that was headed for a drastic change.
The wolf's name was Germaine. He was sly and suspicious to Chesire. He and his sister doubted the claims of loyalty that Germaine made. They didn't trust him, and in return, they did not believe what he said the next day.
"The neighboring pack wishes to steal your territory! They are coming tonight! You must fight them or else they will overthrow you!"
Chesire exchanged suspicious looks with his sister. Stepping forward, he eyed Germaine carefully, "And how exactly do you know of this?" his deep voice rang. "I, uh... I" Chesire huffed, "Exactly." His sister gave an approving nod to him and raised her voice, "We will not fight them. For years, they have lived by our home, and for years, they presented no threat. What would cause this to change?"
The Alpha of the pack stood taller than the others, stepping forth to the center of attention. "I am the Alpha. I decide what happens. Germaine, I trust your word. We will go and speak with the neighbor pack.
The next day brought forth Hell.
The wolves were ambushed just half-way through the territory. Chesire's family was murdered without a second thought, his brothers, sister, mother and father overthrown by at least two wolves at once.
Chesire was battling roughly, any coherent thoughts lost to thrashing about violently, intent only on the fastest and brutish way of killing.
He fought to avenge his family,
He fought to survive.
At last, Chesire could not hold his own, and fell onto only one leg. He refused to collapse, despite his body's screaming for mercy; his bleeding maw was shut as a snarl rippled through his body, sending vicious shudders down his battered body.
The Alpha of the murderous pack walked forward to him. Looking him in the eyes, the wolf spit into the male's eye. Reeling back and shooting out a snarl, Chesire watched the male flick his tail. And just like that, the wolves turned around and stalked away.
~
To this day, Chesire still did not understand the seeming act of mercy. It occurred to him many times that he was merely left for a slow and painful wait for death. Or maybe they thought he wasn't worth their time? Perhaps he was left to carry the burden of knowing he couldn't help his family. Or perhaps they were showing sincere mercy? But then... they would not have spit disrespectfully into his eye.
With the scars, (physically and mentally) of his past clinging to him, Chesire continues to walk alone, searching for a new life, and a new identity.
Kin: Mother, sister, 2 brothers, father = Dead.
Pack: Former Delta, now Loner.
