Basyle

[lauramichelle]

BASICS
Species Vancouver Island Wolf
Gender Male
Sexuality Straight
Name: Basyle
Age Three years
Birth Month July
Birth Place Canada
Pack and Rank None, yet.
Current Thread(s) None.

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HOLD YOUR BREATH
Height At shoulders, around 3 and a half feet.
Weight Around seventy five to eighty pounds.
Build A limber body, with strong legs perfect for agility.
Eye Color Blue
Fur Color(s) The base of his fur is the classic grey found on every wolf, blended slightly with black to create a deep tone. His strong shoulders are a tauny cream, along with the top of his head and back of ears, his legs, and the tip of his plume. His long muzzle is a cream, underneath is a dirty white, and from his nose to the bridge of his head is a deep grey line. Rimming his orbs is a mix of brown and black, which is accompanied by creamy spots above them.
Fur Texture/Length Thick and short, Basyle's fur is fluffy, based off his heritage, in hopes to keep him warm in the harsh weathers of Canada.
Accessories None

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BECAUSE WE'RE DOING DOWN
Over-All Personality A natural leader, Basyle has the perpetual need to be in control of others, be it in a good, or negative, way. To females, his messages always come across in the wrong way than intended; although he enjoys the attention. Basyle is a pure skeptic, especially when it comes to trust, and finding the female he wants for the rest of his life. Everything is a danger, but is worth the risk.
Personality Quirks A ladies-man, he has a thing for winning the females over. He also is in constant need for control, and something new.
Fears To lose power, be a loner.
Ambitions/Goals To lead a successful pack.

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TO AN ABYSS UNKNOWN
Mother Talin
Father Thoryn
Brother(s) None
Sister(s) Kieve
Mate/Preferred Partner Searching for one

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History

Eerie and cold, the night showed no signs of being friendly. The forest, untamed by humans, whispered in the soft winds, leaves russling as they raced to the dry earth. The quiet showed no lead of the day before, of the choas and actions that had occurred. The distance noises of other animals was faint to most, yet sharp and strident to the cream ears of the shadow that lay strewn across the forst ground. Above the treetops was the classic sky, a deep, powerful blue, with the stars clearly visable in the clean air. The mountains around the forest formed a bowl, almost protective to the creatures inside of it. The mountain has layers, steps, a symbol of each level in the animal world, a symbol of power and appeasement.
The shadow russled suddenly, mitts itching at the caking leaves underneath. Sharp, black claws dug deep, almost invisible, but very hard to miss when aware. A soft blink, and two yellow orbs surveyed the foreground, which was so dim and dark. Inside the shadow's body, a heart was racing, hopeful and scared at the same time.
Up the shadow rose, shaking off the dead leaves, and revealing a large, handsome wolf. His powerful legs stretched out, and he began his lenghty lope towards nothing. This was the wol's time, his time to find himself, leave his old pack, and become what he wanted to alway be- a leader. As if he had been told enough, the reoccurrence of the day before was still fresh in his mind. He could never lead their pack, not when he was a pup born by mistake to an omega- not when they needed the best leader they could, because they were always defending their land. Just like today; and he had to sit back, and watch, because he was a lowly omega.
His plan was pad until he was gone, until his past was gone. A fresh start was the toughest journey to make, but he felt it was his calling. Somewhere, in the end, where ever that may be, his journey would have a purpose.

[Candle]

I am so sorry it took me so long to reply! Everything looks pretty good, though he still needs a history. Like I said in the bio form, it doesn't need to be long but it must tell us a little about where he's been and the important events in his life. Alrighty then?