Post by Kit on Sept 10, 2009 17:03:49 GMT -5
Name: Tris
Age:< 2 wolf appears 14 in human.
Gender: male
Species Melville Island Wolf
Personality: Unusually calm for his age, Tris is a very level headed wolf when pressured. He doesn't like fighting, and will do anything in his power to avoid a brawl. He also prefers to hear both sides of a story before giving his judgment on a topic. He is kind and good natured, even a pleasure to be around. His manners are top notch but he has his flaws as well. Tris is young and despite being calm when in a dangerous situation, he often debates if he himself would ENTER a bad situation for another, or if he'd turn tail and run away.
Appearance: Common to the Melville Island Wolf species, he has a beautiful white coat. His fur gains a bit of gray during the summer months, but still retains a snowy white sheen. His eyes are the same color blue they were when he was born - a faded sky blue.
as a human boy, Tris looks like a typical teen with a long tan scarf. His hair is cut short and snow white, despite his young age. His skin is pale and his eyes still a cloudy sky blue. No matter the weather, he always wears his scarf and has pants he can clip up to capris if he needs too.
History: Tris was born to a lone she wolf in a litter of three. His mother had been separated from her pack when humans invaded their territory, and forced her to travel far to the south with her bundle of life tucked in her belly. She eventually found a shallow den and had to make do, as nature waits for no creature. The four wolves all had beautiful white coats, prized and coveted. One of his young siblings was easy prey for a raptor flying in the sky, for a fuzzy white pelt is no use in the green undergrowth where the den was located. He and his last sibling had been playing away from the den when a strange scent reached Tris' nose. The two curious pups followed the scent, unaware it was a dangerous beast called fire that they searched for. They discovered a brilliant orange flame, surrounded by strange two leggers..... unfortunately the two leggers had discovered their little spectators as well.
All Tris remembers from that night was yelps, howls, and seeing his mother leap into the scene. She had grabbed Tris by the scruff and reluctantly raced away, leaving his little sister behind. He never saw his sister again.... in fact, he never saw anything again. Tris was blinded by the experience. When he awoke the next morning, his paws were wet and sticky and his mother was cold. He couldn't see her, but he could tell by the iron scent staining his fur, she had bled out in the night. He's been alone ever since.