Post by Lie on Sept 18, 2010 19:29:17 GMT -5
name
Jaire
gender
Male
age
3, going on 4
breed
Arctic
mate
None
pups
None
siblings
None
fears
Drowning
Growing old
Sabre
loves
Mud
Travelling
Socializing
hates
Tash
Packs
Humans
appearance
Jaire follows the formula for you artic wolves; built to run, with long legs and flat cranium, white fur with a tan tint to it and dark paw pads. He's of the long legged type, and even though he's fairly lean, he towers over most others, which could be interpreted as intimidating, or attractive, depending on your viewpoint. His pelt (including tail,) is long, though not long enough to greatly hinder his hunting or running, more to keep him warm, as he grew up in the Cold Reaches of the North. On closer inspection, he carries a few scars along his ribs and hind legs, and though these don't usually hinder him at all, occasionally he'll complain of their feeling itchy.
personality
Jaire's the happy-go-lucky type, all grin and compliance with none of the usual aggressiveness most wolves have developed. He's shockingly innocent, often failing to catch onto sarcasm and thinly veiled insults. He's submissive and almost sickly sweet, and when he wants to be, he's charmingly flirtatious. He doesn't mind taking orders from absolute strangers, being that he'd rather be the much loved Omega of a pack, than a hated high-rank. Jaire cares A LOT about other wolves' opinions of him, and although he's quick to forgive, his feelings are easily damaged. Whilst he hardly ever wants anything besides a meal in his stomach and a friend by his side, on occasion he's been known to give a rousing speech, motivational and ever-so-slightly wheedling you into doing as he says. However, as this is rare, it wouldn't be going so far as manipulation.
He's also shamelessly awkward in his flirtatious mannerisms. And it'd take a little time to grow anything accustomed to his advances and accent. It seems to work for him, at least with a little time.
weaknesses
Submissive
Insult-Impaired
Not-too-smart
strengths
Charming
Fleet-of-foot
Charismatic
history
To be entirely honest, there isn't much to say about Jaire's past. He was born to a Beta pair, and though the second rankings weren't usually permitted to breed, through the Alphas loyalty and affection for the pack, they were permitted one litter.
He was quickly proven a swift hunter, excelling in herding his prey into snow drifts, where they remained immobile and vulnerable as he summoned the rest of the pack for a fresh meal.
Jaire rose through the pack ranks quickly, even over taking his own Father's position as Beta Male. He never found a mate, perhaps because the Alpha's children had first claim to anything vaguely feminine, perhaps because he simply wasn't smitten by any of the females he met. In any case, he remained the lone beta for perhaps four moons.
And then?
He grew bored by the confines of pack life. He took his leave with both the Alpha's and his parents' blessings, in the hope of either starting his own pack, or finding happiness in being a loner.
He made enemies along the way of course, the main affliction being Sabre. He was quick to outrun the wolf, but still fears that the beast might track him down.
