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Post by Silk. Sat Apr 06, 2013 7:52 pm

Oliver - The Broken  Wolf
Name: Oliver
Species: Grey wolf
Gender: Male
Age: Six or so years, I don't even think he knows.
2 Bad Traits: Only two? Well, extremely sadistic is one. Like, more then me, kinda sadistic. Cold hearted and regretful, he's hollow inside and has no thoughts reserved for anyone else.
2 Good Trait: ... Handsome, I suppose, but it's all in the eye of the beholder. Other than that, not much. Though he's pretty smart, but that's defiantly not 'good' to anyone else- unless, of course, you manage to rekindle what little spark of humanity he's tried so hard to bury.
Personality: A cold, not-to-be-messed with bastardized excuse for a wolf. He didn't use to be this way, but the past played it's twisted tricks and turned him into a quiet hell-hound.
History: Everything was fine up until he left his mother and sisters, like every wolf has to at some point. He met a young fae, a bit younger than himself. Love took it's course and a few months later he was a father and couldn't be happier, he would have died for those pups and his mate. Sadly enough he didn't get the chance. The first one was lost, his only she-pup, and then the feminine struck. One by one they all dropped, their mother unable to produce milk to keep them alive. Out of six he watched in horror as the one remaining pup weakened and stumbled, and wouldn't get up. He went off the deep end then, left a trail of blood in the snow. And well, the rest is history.
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