Caleb

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Caleb

the character

name: Caleb
age: 45 moons
gender: male
pack: none, but looking
rank: rogue
appearance: medium sized, long body, around 5 feet on all fours, tail is 2 feet, hind feet are 10 inches; one ear folds forward

breed: Tundra Wolf
eyes: topaz
pelt: snow white
height: 3 feet
weight: 122 pounds
other: pelt is great for the mountains when it snows

personality: Caleb is one of the nastiest wolves ever met. He will stand his ground as soon as he lays an eye on you, and will shred your ears if you make fun if his floppy one. His thick white pelt is great for the mountains, as that is the reason he made his den there. He is a skilled hunter, but not the fastest runner. His muscles are thick and scarred from many previous battles fought, most of them won. He is very powerful in combat, not a wolf easily fought. His hind leg muscles are not strong enough to make him a speedy runner, but they are strong enough to make a long pounce. He had lived in the alley of many human dens as a pup and fled to the coast, discovering the plains and then headed to the frost covered mountains. He has lived there for only 12 moons and has decided to travel, to discover what lie in the other mountains and the plains and the coast. He wanted to join a pack, and more than anything, lead it. He wanted to see his rank claw from the runt to Beta to Alpha. He wanted to have the power in his paws.
history: "Wait up Lobo!" the scrawny white wolf hollered.
Lobo, a chocolate brown wolf, grunted and ran faster. Caleb sped up as well, stretching his leg muscles to the limit. He nearly caught up to his large brother when he kicked into high gear, leaving a trail of flurries behind him. Caleb slowed to a steady walk, his paws aching in the cold, black rock path he had stopped on. Sonya, his grey furred sister, padded up from behind.
"You two could outrun the Great Wolf!" she rumbled happily, attempting to cheer up her brother.
It worked, and his good ear perked up while his floppy one nudged a little. "You really think so? The Great Wolf is the best at everything," he said, his hopes rising. Maybe he would meet the Great Wolf one day... Or maybe it's all a fake! he thought. Maybe the Great Wolf doesn't even exist! He was back to his nasty self in less than a half a second.
"Let's go get Faoiltiama... I bet she's wondering where Dib is," Sonya muttered, unhappy now as well. Faoiltiama was their mother, a nastier wolf than all the nasty wolves put together. She would use her power over her pups to abuse them. When they did something wrong, it was a claw to the back of the head. It had happened only once to Caleb, and he had ducked, his right ear cartilage cut from part of his ear. The flop against his head reminded him of the brutal memory:
"How dare you duck away from me you bastard!" Faoiltiama snarled. She lunged, aiming her teeth at his throat. Caleb yelped as they brushed his cheek, barely leaving a mark. Instinct pulsed through his veins as he attacked her. Claws raised, teeth bared, nostrils flared, he pounced, landing on Faoiltiama's back, ripping off the tip of her left ear. The fight had ended when Dib attacked Faoiltiama and Lobo stopped Caleb.
Caleb flinched, as if dodging the horrible memory.
lineage:
birthpack: none; mother was rogue

sire: Dib (wolf)
dam: Faoiltiama (wolf)
siblings: Lobo (deceased at 30 moons; male), Sonya (deceased at 15 moons; female)

the roleplayer

ooc name: sanionka (sanni, san, etc.)
age: hidden
gender: female
roleplay level: one