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Volton
Dec 18, 2012 21:02:17 GMT -8
Post by Danger on Dec 18, 2012 21:02:17 GMT -8
Name; Volton Age; Four years and seven months. Gender; Male Breed;Gray wolf.
Eye Color; Light blue, with a line of red around his pupil. Build; Volton has a muscular build, a bit larger than the regular male wolf. Voice;Volton has a deep voice, although he rarely talks. Description;
Volton is a grey wolf, with black tipped ears. His pelt is various shades of grey, though most of them are a darker shade than the rest of his body. His underside is a light grey, close to white.
Volton has a longish muzzle, that has a white streak coming up from his nose to just before his eyes. His upper jaw is the same color as his body, while his lower one is a little lighter. His ears are usually laid back against his head, making the black sort of stand out. The black on his ears are a little before halfway down.
Likes; Trustworthy wolves, peace and quiet, and friends. Dislikes; Self-centered wolves, wolves who frame others and wolves who have no respect. Strengths; Hardworking, and patient. Weaknesses; Is easily trusting, and his loyalty can sometimes be blinding. Personality;
Volton is a quiet, hardworking wolf. He rarely complains, and does as he's told. He loves his friends and family dearly, and will fight for them to the death if need be. Although he may seem soft, he is a brilliant fighter and has outstanding loyalty to those who deserve it. When Volton had been in a pack, his advice was sought after, and he was a role model to many. He is normally very calm, and keeps a cool head during a fight.
As said before, Volton is normally calm. But there are times when he gets angry. During these tamtrums, nobody gets hurt physically, but some may be hurt on the inside. Volton nearly always storms off somewhere quiet to cool down, then when he thinks the time is right he will go back and apologize.
Volton is also normally a well liked wolf. He makes friends, not exactly easily but he just has an eye for who would be a good friend or not. He is never quick to judge, but prefers to see a wolf for himself. Volton also likes trustworthy wolves, and dislikes self centered wolves.
Family; Brother named Atlantic, deceased. History;
Volton didn't have a great childhood. He had one brother, but after the battle he thought his brother had died. Before that though, Volton was born into a pack. Not a big one, but a pack nonetheless. He led a pretty normal life, working hard, becoming a good scout. He kept that position until he was about three years old. A nice, happy life. Until the pack was attacked.
Volton had been out on patrol around the pack borders when he had spotted a massive rogue pack. He had turned to warn his own pack, but an advance scout party of the rogues had caught him unaware. A group of three, they had surrounded him, backing him up against a tree. Volton knew he could of killed one of them and escaped, but he didn't want to hurt them. But, as soon as one of them attacked, he knew it was inevitable. At the time, Volton's eyes had been a light blue, but as soon as he had killed one of the rogues a line of red surrounded his pupil. Managing to escape, he ran as fast as he could to warn the alpha.
The alpha was a good leader. He had all the mates and pups go to a safe place in the forest, before organizing his best fighters. Volton was ordered to stay behind and watch the others. Though upset, he didn't complain. He stayed with the others until the battle was over. The alpha himself had called to them, and they had returned to the dens. Volton, though was called to the clearing in which the battle had taken place. It had been a huge fight, and few wolves survived.
One of the remaining was a hunter named Firean. Volton and Firean had disliked each other ever since they were pups, and continued on trying to get each other into trouble. But this was worse. As soon as Volton entered the clearing, Firean cried, "That's the traitor! He's the one who has been in contact with the rogues!" Volton had immediately tried to protest, but the alpha gave him a look. "Are you guilty of these accusations, Volton?" he had asked. Volton shook his head. He wasn't, and he knew Firean was trying to frame him. "He has red in his eyes, look!" Was Firean's next cry. Volton looked up, and they all saw. The alpha had a sharp intake of breath. "Volton, you are hearby banished from this pack, and this territory. You will no longer be considered part of our pack, and you have one day to get out of our borders." Volton was shocked, but once again did not complain. Bowing his head in submission, he left. But he didn't miss the glint of triumph in Firean's eyes. And he did not forget.
Now he wanders alone, an outcast. The red line around his pupil remains, no matter how much he tried to get rid of. A loner, probably for the rest of his life.
Pack; None Rank; None
RP Sample;
Check StarFire
Notes; None Your Name; Danger Other Characters; StarFire, Crystal and Rainbow.
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Volton
Dec 18, 2012 21:17:24 GMT -8
Post by Revan on Dec 18, 2012 21:17:24 GMT -8
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