Itasca Castardi

[rilata]

Itasca Castardi

the character

name, Itasca Castardi
age, Five
gender, Male
pack, None
rank, None
appearance: Despite not being an old creature, the scars on Itasca's body are prominent. He does not wear them with pride but with cold acceptance in his stride. With a heavy build and long legs, Itasca is built for fighting. He runs well in short bursts and is very agile, but he does not have endurance abilities beyond those of other wolves. A close look at his gait will reveal an almost limp, one that becomes a slight limp on his hind left leg when he is moving for too long. Scars run down this leg, from the flank to the ankle, and, though uncomfortable at times, they do not often hinder his movement. Though typically colored from head to tail with a thick pelt of grays, browns, and blacks that fade to a cream color below, Itasca is set apart by his facial features. Intelligence shines bright in his single golden eye. The other is useless, completely blinded and milked over. A thick, jagged scar runs across this eye, and another runs down his muzzle and across his nose. His right ear is almost completely shredded, though he has retained his hearing.

breed, Unknown
eyes, A single, golden eye; right eye blinded and milked over
pelt, Typical; grays, browns, and blacks fading to cream below
height, 34 inches
weight, 126 lbs
other, right ear shredded; scar across right eye; scar from the nose up the muzzle; thick scar down left flank

personality: Itasca, to be perfectly honest, is still developing a personality of his own. His whole life has been servitude and war; he has known nothing else, and nothing else exists to him. As a result of this, Itasca's personality, as it stands, is generally subordinate to anyone who he considers of a higher rank than himself. He follows orders readily and without question unless clarification is needed. He is fiercely loyal to his superiors and considers their judgment far better than his own, which has been trained to deal with nothing except small tactical decisions. Itasca does not think. Itasca does not show compassion. Itasca does as he is told. He is not a wolf who cherishes violence and gore nor is he disgusted by it; he simply has known nothing else, so it is normality for him. In peacetime he is typically courteous and soft-spoken as he holds no opinions of his own to voice. In the few months since his release, Itasca has developed a few playful habits, such as following blue jays on their courses through the trees, but it is uncertain what sort of effect seeing another wolf will have on this behavior as he has been alone since the battle ended.
history: Itasca was born into a large "pack" (read: dictatorship) known as The Empire. At a young age, when he was scarcely able to walk, it was judged that he was of the proper build and personality to be an elite warrior. That's the story his parents were fed, at least. In reality this meant that he had the body of a warrior, yes, but a personality susceptible to influence. In other words, he could be brainwashed. His parents readily gave their consent for him to be trained; even though they had been given a choice, per se, The Empire knew that the answer was yes. It was always yes.
The young wolf learned to fight quickly, and it became apparent that he had been a perfect choice. He responded well to molding; any mistake was immediately corrected with force, and Itasca's technique rapidly improved. He even began to develop strategies of his own that seemed to him to work, but his thought was quickly rebuked. Soon enough Itasca thought not of strategies, nor of anything else. Only thought of the moment's task and how to complete it entered his head, and the only decisions he made were tactical ones pertaining to his own body's movement; safety was not his concern. He was the perfect warrior-servant.
As is inevitable when a community's fate is intertwined with the will of a single cruel soul, war broke out between The Empire and a rebel faction in conjunction with a neighboring pack. Itasca did not understand the politics of it; he didn't have to. He had been involved in many battles before and had the scars to prove it, so the war was home for him. Nonetheless, The Empire fell, crippled, and Itasca knelt before an opposing superior, awaiting either orders or death. Much to his surprise, he was given neither and was told that he was free. He did not understand at first, but after much convincing he went on his way and has now been wandering for many months.

lineage:
birthpack, The Empire

sire, Akutan Castardi
dam, Tacori Kanada Castardi
siblings, Unknown
mate, None
whelps, None

the roleplayer

ooc name, Rilata
age, 18
gender, Female
roleplay level, Literate

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