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Post by Candle on May 10, 2010 22:01:57 GMT -5
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Species: Italian Wolf/Spanish Wolf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual and Polyamorous
Name: Zevran (Zev to his friends)
Age: 4 Years
Birth Month: November
Birth Place: The Marshlands
Pack and Rank: Children of the Moon warrior
Current Thread(s):
Height: 55 lbs.
Weight: 19 inches (1 foot, 7 inches; approx. 50 centimeters)
Build: Slim, nondescript, and lithe- perfectly built for assassinating and spying
Eye Color: Tanned leather
Hair/Fur/Feather Color(s): Rusty browns with black tips (or "frosting")
Fur Texture/Length: Luxuriously thick and poofy
Accessories: None
Over-All Personality: Incredibly cocksure, smarmy, and flirtatious
Personality Quirks: Tends to fend off personal questions with his idea of amusing stories or lurid jokes. As he is a well-trained assassin, his penchant for finding weak spots in a wolf carry over to his mentality.
Fears: Truly falling in love, let alone having his heart broken again
Ambitions/Goals: Being the best damn assassin there ever was.
Likes: In the ladies- strong, confident women that know their way around a danger. In the gents- Thickly built brutes with as much power in their personality as in their muscles.
Dislikes: Wishy-washy types
Mother: Some whore
Father: Some bastard
Siblings: Who knows?
Friends: ---
Acquaintances: ---
Enemies: ---
Attraction(s):
Mate(s)/Preferred Partner(s):
History: He never knew his mothers name, because his first memory is of him being found by a lone female by his mother's rotting corpse. Instead of killing him, the female took him in to replace her own pups that had perished from some ailment or another. He never grew attached to her, and while traveling past the Marshlands he gave her the slip one day and never looked back.
As a youth he was much different then he is now. He has always been resourceful, but training along-side the others in the Marshland (and eventually becoming more skilled in the art of spying on other packs than they could ever hope to be), Zavran became arrogant. But on a random reconnaissance mission he came across a young female from another pack and was quickly taken by her. Being so very cocky, he assumed he would be able to keep their romance a secret from the new alpha, Karrai, and the others. But he was wrong.
What Zevran did not know was that the elders of the pack knew much about his so-called secret moonlighting and saw it as not only weakness on his part, but a potential threat. He was given the pretty she-wolf as his next target, and was forced to carry out her murder lest he wished a long and painful death by torture from some of the more sinister pack members (all unbeknown to Karrai of course, he only wished the boy be banished).
Bitter, and hardened by his task, Zevran's rule of "survival is primary" became his way of life- he would do and say anything to keep his heart beating. To this day, however, refuses to acknowledge those dark events.
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