Post by ♦MAC. on Nov 27, 2010 23:11:07 GMT -5
Name: Malice.
Age: Four years.
Gender: Male.
Alliance: Loner.
Personality: Explicit, neurotic, and generally insane, Malice is nothing short of a piece of work. He has a hard time differentiating between what is real and what isn't, and is often found talking to himself...and by talking, I mean he engages in complete conversation. Twisted, he kills smaller animals for pleasure, yet will never let a meal go to waste. He isn't bloodthirsty, nor does he have this savage voice that speaks to him telling him to murder whatever may cross his path. Malice has a confused state of mind...if he happens to dream up an alternative universe where the whole word is out to get him, he won't realize that it was just a dream upon waking up. If his imagination gets the best of him even while awake, he will lose sight of what is actually happening and focus on what isn't real. Because of this, his memory is very short-term. The only way he's managed to remember his own name is because in his dreams he will hear a strange, soft, almost musical voice calling out to him on occasion, but it isn't unusual for him to forget even that. He isolates himself because he fears others. Unless approached like he were a fragile pup, he will proceed to engage in self-defense mode simply because his nightmares, in which the entire world happens to be out to get him, haunt him so.
Appearance: He's nothing special; a mixture of dark grays decorating his coarse coat. He isn't necessarily black, but he blends with darkness impeccably. Malice's eyes are a light brown and very circular, large, and sleepy looking. Because of his large eyes, it's hard to recognize that they are almost always only half-open. He has a scar reaching from the back of his ear stretching down to the midpoint of his throat, yet it's been forgotten as to how he's managed that. His paws are un-proportionately massive, yet not so large that it looks like he's clambering around with canoes at the ends of each leg. He's a big boy himself, almost maxing out at approximately 98 lbs. and reaching almost 57 inches, but he isn't quite there. His teeth are stained yellow, not at all pearly-white, and his gums have taken on an unattractive black hue. He has a bald patch of skin on his left shoulder, the same side as the scar, that is often confused as a scar even by Malice at times (who finds it quite annoying to rediscover the fact that he is balding over and over again).
History: Although Malice can't recall a lot of his past, one thing is for certain: it happened. Raised at the gentle paw of his mother, he had an excellent puphood. He had begun showing signs of mental instability at a very young age, but most adults brushed it off as him being an imaginative pup exploring the depths of his creativity. He had countless imaginary friends, and would remember each and every one of them for just a few days, growing slightly more and more depressed as they'd begin to fade away from his memory and he'd feel an emptiness that he could not explain. He experienced bouts of depression, where he'd confine himself for just a day sulking somewhere that nobody would bother him. Adults decided that it was usual for him, and that he best be left alone when he experienced his sadness, because the more he was poked at and bothered the longer he'd remain silent.
As he grew older, his memory worsened. His "imagination" remained, and it became a concern of his mother's. He was an adolescent, and instead of focusing on building up his skills as a male to provide for his pack, he would tell her these outrageous tales of adventures that he'd embarked on to places that seemed surreal and flat out figment of a pup's imagination. It was when he began speaking of the higher-up's "affiliation" with the enemy (which didn't exist, this enemy was just another figment of Malice's imagination) that things became slightly brutal. He had these dreams, these recurring dreams, where the alpha of his pack had plotted to send the youngest pups to the (non-existent) enemy, where they would be trained to become spies and carry out those sorts of duties for the opposing party. Of course, the alpha was extremely offended and told Malice to stop this nonsense. And, as Malice insisted that it was no nonsense, he was sent away. Chased off, rather. Being only nine months old, he was unable to defend himself too well...he was harshly punished by the wolves that had been given the privilege to drive him as far away as possible. The rest is a blur, but obviously he's made it this far on his own, and doesn't seem to need anybody else to provide for him.
Age: Four years.
Gender: Male.
Alliance: Loner.
Personality: Explicit, neurotic, and generally insane, Malice is nothing short of a piece of work. He has a hard time differentiating between what is real and what isn't, and is often found talking to himself...and by talking, I mean he engages in complete conversation. Twisted, he kills smaller animals for pleasure, yet will never let a meal go to waste. He isn't bloodthirsty, nor does he have this savage voice that speaks to him telling him to murder whatever may cross his path. Malice has a confused state of mind...if he happens to dream up an alternative universe where the whole word is out to get him, he won't realize that it was just a dream upon waking up. If his imagination gets the best of him even while awake, he will lose sight of what is actually happening and focus on what isn't real. Because of this, his memory is very short-term. The only way he's managed to remember his own name is because in his dreams he will hear a strange, soft, almost musical voice calling out to him on occasion, but it isn't unusual for him to forget even that. He isolates himself because he fears others. Unless approached like he were a fragile pup, he will proceed to engage in self-defense mode simply because his nightmares, in which the entire world happens to be out to get him, haunt him so.
Appearance: He's nothing special; a mixture of dark grays decorating his coarse coat. He isn't necessarily black, but he blends with darkness impeccably. Malice's eyes are a light brown and very circular, large, and sleepy looking. Because of his large eyes, it's hard to recognize that they are almost always only half-open. He has a scar reaching from the back of his ear stretching down to the midpoint of his throat, yet it's been forgotten as to how he's managed that. His paws are un-proportionately massive, yet not so large that it looks like he's clambering around with canoes at the ends of each leg. He's a big boy himself, almost maxing out at approximately 98 lbs. and reaching almost 57 inches, but he isn't quite there. His teeth are stained yellow, not at all pearly-white, and his gums have taken on an unattractive black hue. He has a bald patch of skin on his left shoulder, the same side as the scar, that is often confused as a scar even by Malice at times (who finds it quite annoying to rediscover the fact that he is balding over and over again).
History: Although Malice can't recall a lot of his past, one thing is for certain: it happened. Raised at the gentle paw of his mother, he had an excellent puphood. He had begun showing signs of mental instability at a very young age, but most adults brushed it off as him being an imaginative pup exploring the depths of his creativity. He had countless imaginary friends, and would remember each and every one of them for just a few days, growing slightly more and more depressed as they'd begin to fade away from his memory and he'd feel an emptiness that he could not explain. He experienced bouts of depression, where he'd confine himself for just a day sulking somewhere that nobody would bother him. Adults decided that it was usual for him, and that he best be left alone when he experienced his sadness, because the more he was poked at and bothered the longer he'd remain silent.
As he grew older, his memory worsened. His "imagination" remained, and it became a concern of his mother's. He was an adolescent, and instead of focusing on building up his skills as a male to provide for his pack, he would tell her these outrageous tales of adventures that he'd embarked on to places that seemed surreal and flat out figment of a pup's imagination. It was when he began speaking of the higher-up's "affiliation" with the enemy (which didn't exist, this enemy was just another figment of Malice's imagination) that things became slightly brutal. He had these dreams, these recurring dreams, where the alpha of his pack had plotted to send the youngest pups to the (non-existent) enemy, where they would be trained to become spies and carry out those sorts of duties for the opposing party. Of course, the alpha was extremely offended and told Malice to stop this nonsense. And, as Malice insisted that it was no nonsense, he was sent away. Chased off, rather. Being only nine months old, he was unable to defend himself too well...he was harshly punished by the wolves that had been given the privilege to drive him as far away as possible. The rest is a blur, but obviously he's made it this far on his own, and doesn't seem to need anybody else to provide for him.
