Post by canberra on Dec 16, 2009 0:57:45 GMT -5
Canberra
the character
name, canberra
age, a little over two years
gender, male
pack, would like to be in Auryn
rank, n/a
appearance: A small, fragile framed male whose ribs and other bones are easily visible through his paper-thin hide as it is obvious that he is malnourished. His creamy fur is fluffy and is groomed to the best of his ability; only broken in a few places where long, jagged scars will lay for the rest of his life.breed, mexican wolf
eyes, deep hazel
pelt, soft golden brown with varying shades of grey and white mixed in
height, 2'1"
weight, 90 lbs
other, scars of a chain around his neck
personality: At first glance Canberra seems timid, even weak. Coinciding with his history, his abuse has given him a vast array of psychological issues, one of the most dominant being bipolar disorder. He varies between mania (overenthusiasm, overaggression, illusions of grandeur) and depression (lack of motivation and sensitivity); he is rarely balanced. Apart from his disease, his personality is that of a dreamer; his tribulations have taught him to find his joy in the smallest of things. However, another effect of his past, perhaps the most dominant, is his guarding of thoughts and emotions; he believes that his weak appearance is the reason behind his abuse, so he automatically puts on a tough front. He's quick to jump in a argument, even if it doesn't regard him, and wouldn't hesitate to put someone in their place through words or force. He uses cynicism and bitter humour as a part of his defense, and delights in surprising people who expect him to be as weak as he appears. His disorder is his biggest secret, and he aims to keep it from everyone unless absolutely necessary. He secretly fears that others can tell, and will often retreat into solitude when he feels a bad swing coming on. However, to those who truly know him, he exposes his complete self--the individual who secretly wishes, hopes, and dreams--but most important of all, the Canberra that has faults. Being on the edge of death has instilled the always-present motive in him: Survive. No matter what.
history: Canberra was looked after by her father, Levi. However, when he was a mere pup, they were both captured and were sold to a group of traveling gypsies. They were used in the makeshift circus performances to fool customers into thinking the gypsies had complete control over Nature, being forced to roll over, jump through hoops, and do other tasks of obedience. To ensure the gyspies' control over the beasts, they fed the wolves as little as possible to keep them weak. Canberra's father gave what little portions he had to his son in hopes that he would survive one more day, paying no attention to his own stomach crying out. Both had chain link collars bound tightly around their necks, resulting in a burning away of the fur and permanent chain link scars. The gypsies whipped them, beat them, and used any other means necessary to keep them in submission. One night, a few of the humans had been drinking and were staggering around the fire where Levi and Canberra were huddled together. One man picked up a piece of iron and held it into the fire, making it red-hot; upon removing it he brought it closer and closer to the wolves. Levi instinctively pushed his son behind him and began to emit a low growl. The human male laughed.
Canberra, Levi spoke softly. When I tell you to run...you run. As hard as you can, as fast as you can, as long as you can.
But why, father? Canberra questioned, his bottom lip slowly starting to quiver as he sensed something horrible was approaching.
Just listen to me. And promise you will not look back. No matter what. Promise me.
I promise, father.
A few moments passed, and both wolves tensed up. The man with the hot iron continued to get closer and closer.
RUN! Levi shouted. Canberra instantly broke into a sprint, the force shattering the chain link collar, and ran straight ahead into the trees. He did his best not to look back as he heard his father howling in agonizing pain, but each step of his paws broke his heart more and more as he knew they were killing him. I promised, he said. I promised. He kept running.
He continued running, day and night, only stopping when rest was necessary, and catching small game such as squirrels and rabbits whenever possible. Being in captivity hindered his hunting skills, but a wolf's instincts are never truly gone.
The instinct to find more wolves runs more rampant in him now than ever.
lineage:
birthpack, none
sire, Levi
dam, unknown
siblings,
mate,
whelps,the roleplayer
ooc name, ashley
age, 19
gender, female
roleplay level, literate
