Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 21:00:04 GMT
Name: Adrien
Nickname(s): Limpy, Runt, Shorty
Gender: Male
Age: 1 year
Rank: Omega
Scent: Puppies and milk (he spends a lot of time babysitting)
Ailments: The joint of his left ankle is immobile
Built: Thin and feeble. He has little to no muscle mass. He's quite small for this age. Underweight.
Coat: Mostly white with light gray brindle on his head and back. Often a little dirty from laying down so much.
Eyes: A bright mix of yellow and green
Scars: A few running down the ankle of his lame leg
Personality: Surprisingly bright and cheerful given his ailment. Very submissive and will rarely look anyone in the eye. He has an overactive imagination, having plenty of time to think while staying at the den, and loves to tell stories to pups. He likes to keep the atmosphere cheerful and rarely gets upset. At least, on the outside. If he is upset, he'll usually hide it or go somewhere no one can see. He has a constant fear that he'll be abandoned again if he ever complains or acts ungrateful. He deeply regrets the events that led to his lameness and thinks about it often.
Likes: Puppies, rabbit meat, sleep piles...
Dislikes: Rough play, watching others run or hunt, thinking about the future, being alone...
History: Adrien belonged to a flourishing pack far north. Growing up, he had the makings of a great hunter. He was quite a rebellious one, as well. He would sneak out of camp to search for prey. When he was 8 weeks old, he took out a rabbit by himself and dragged it back to the den like it was a trophy. Despite being scolded, he was very loud about showing off his accomplishment. When he was 6 months old, he was taken out for a practice hunting session. Thinking he saw a lone elk in the distance, he split off from the group. It was very hot that day, and his vision was obscured by heat induced mirages. Only when he was much too close did he finally realize what he was running towards was a hungry mother bear. He wasn't quick enough to dodge her powerful jaws. She snapped down on his left leg just as he'd spun around to bolt. His cries drew his pack members, and their collected snarls scared the bear away. But Adrien was severely wounded, his ankle fractured and scarred. He was den-bound for months, meanwhile the scorch was making the land harsher and harsher. The pack wanted to move, but Adrien couldn't keep up with them. His leg was healed, but in a way that left his ankle completely immobile. They made a hard choice, one that was for the better of the pack, and abandoned him. He tried in vain to catch up with them, eventually losing his way. He wandered aimlessly for weeks, only surviving off of carcasses of animals that were unable to survive the scorching heat. It's been a long time since he's had someone to talk to, until now....
Family: N/a
Mate: N/a
Companionship:
Acquaintance ● | Familiar ●● | Friend ●●● | Family ●●●●
Unsure ● | Comfortable ●● | Trust ●●● | Trust With Life ●●●●
Impression ● | Admiration ●● | Respect ●●●
Normal ● | Fond Of ●● | Protect ●●● | Protect With Life ●●●●
Interest ● | Crush ●● | In Love ●●●
Threat ● | Defend Self ●● | Fear ●●●
Bitterness ● | Disrespect ●● | Aggression ●●●
Camilla : ●●●●, ●●●●
𝓓𝒾𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑜 : ●●●●, ●●●, ●●●
Silver : ●, ●, ●
𝓙𝓊𝓃 : ●, ●●●,
Eclipse : ●, ●, ●
@fort : ●, ●, ●
𝓟𝒶𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓀𝑒 : ●, ●, ●
Sakura : ●, ●, ●
TAKONI: ●, ●, ●
Adira : ●, ●, ●
Safire : ●, ●, ●
@jack: ●, ●, ●
@windshear : ●, ●, ●
Running: ●●○○○○○○○○
Hunting: ●○○○○○○○○○
Fighting: ●○○○○○○○○○
Intimidating: ●○○○○○○○○○
Self-Healing: ●●●○○○○○○○
Knowledge: ●●●●●●●●○○
Maturity: ●●●●●●○○○○
Scent: ●●●●●○○○○○
Sight: ●●●●●○○○○○
Hearing: ●●●●●○○○○○
Immune to heat: ●○○○○○○○○○
Immune to cold: ●●●●●●●○○○
Immune to the Flair: ●●○○○○○○○○
Wounding sensitivity: ●●●●●●○○○○○