Post by oliver on Jan 15, 2018 5:52:04 GMT
Pack • Adamo
Power • Seismic Sense
Age • 3 Years
Rank • Scout
Gender • Male
Sexuality • Heterosexual
Height and Weight • 71cm; 80lbs
Identifying Features • Long legs, large cream colored patch on lower jaw that continues down the length of his neck and ends in a point. Amber eyes, dark marks around face and back. Harness like black line runs down the middle of his chest and splits off at his belly, eventually disappearing.
Overall Appearance • It's obvious that he isn't built for fighting, so it's lucky his lean body and long legs make Oliver ideal for avoiding it. The colors in his fur have a high contrast and mix to make something truly beautiful. Cream and tan fleck throughout the black on his back, and if not covered in mud his underbelly is nearly white. His legs are the same color, but the black on his shoulders connects with stripes that taper down the front. His gums and the area around his mouth are black, but when opened it reveals sharp, broken, and yellowed teeth worn down by years of abuse and neglect. So yellow near the gums, in fact, that they nearly match the amber in his eyes.
Likes • Rain(Mud), Running, Sleep, Flowers
Dislikes • Ice, Fighting, Rivers, Extremes in temperature
Strengths • Fast, Good at negotiating
Weaknesses • Clumsy in combat, Very trusting
Dreams • To serve his pack to the best of his ability.
Fears • Drowning
Overall Personality • Oliver is extremely kind, and believes heavily in the golden rule. His downfall is that he expects everyone else to be like this also, so he can be a bit of a pushover. His willingness to help others has gotten him into trouble more than a few times. No matter how many times he's tricked and deceived he still believes that all wolves are ultimately good, somewhere in there at least. Oliver takes everything very seriously, and isn't good with jokes; his sense of humor is nearly nonexistent. Inherently curious, Oliver questions nearly everything and often sticks his nose where it doesn't belong. He wants to know everything about everything and often nothing short of a swat on the nose will stop the barrage of questions.
Father • Falin | dead
Mother • Jasha | dead
Littermates • Hazel | dead
Important Wolves • N/A
Overall History • Having a litter of pups was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but Jasha was nervous(and she had a right to be). As the pups rested beside her she could feel the judging eyes of her mate boring into her soul. They didn't look like him, and she knew exactly why. At this point it was too late to run, so she just had to hope he didn't ask too many questions.
Falin didn't, and that worried her more.
Oliver had one littermate, her name was Hazel. She had tar black fur and beautiful brown eyes. She was always stronger than Oliver, she won every fight they ever had, but one winter Falen took her out to learn herbs and she wasn't with him when he came back to the den. He said that she had ran out onto a frozen river chasing after a mouse and it gave under her weight. Jasha, however, knew better. The next few months were rough, Jasha's grief ate at her till there nothing left but a once awe inspiring shell of a wolf. Eventually it consumed her and she passed a little after Oliver's 11th moon.
Falin was anything but kind to Oliver after his mother's passing. He had to beg for every meal and even then only got the scraps. His father did attempt to teach him how to fight, but it mostly just consisted of Oliver getting thrown in the dirt over and over again. He was constantly ridiculed by his father for tripping over his paws while they fought, the only thing he was ever good at was tracking and running prey towards his father, and that improved immensely once his power developed. One night while sleeping out in the rain after one of his father's outbursts, Oliver sensed a particularly large vibration moving in. It was a group of animals, had to have been five or six strong. Carefully, Oliver moved out of sight and hid nearly in a bit of dense foliage. In the pitch black he watched as five wolves slowly began covering the exits to the den, and two slipped through the main entrance. He recognized the scent from when his father took him out to check the border, it was the small pack that lived west of them. His father had stolen prey from them for than a few times, they must have gotten fed up with it. As Oliver began to leave the scene he could hear horrible cries from behind him, shrill and deafening, he began to pick up his pace. As much as he hated his father, that sound would stick with him forever. Eventually he was at a full sprint, determined to go as far away as possible from that sound.
Alias • A bit late to the party as always- Ro
Time Zone • N/A
Other Characters • N/A
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