Post by bratterratt on May 20, 2011 16:33:08 GMT -8
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Picture is similar but not exact. Read below for more accurate description.
Name: The Albino
Gender: Male
Age: Five Years
Type: Grey Wolf
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Items: Healing
Appearance: With the sturdy body of a grey wolf and thick pelt, The Albino's build is true to his breed. His shoulders and haunches are strong, his broad head slightly wedge shaped. His tail sits low and his body is long, supported by a healthy frame. His large paws are able to carry himself over snowy drifts without sinking, a useful characteristic come winter time.
Unlike the average grey wolf, The Albino was born with a different genetic gene, making him an albino. His ivory coat is completely unmarred by any markings and each individual strand of fur is so light, it is almost translucent. The skin around his eyes and muzzle is a soft pink, including his wet nose. The paw pads at the bottom of his feet are the same light fleshy color, lacking the usual pigment that is seen in wolves, giving them black noses or dark paw pads.
His eyes are a watery blue that is so faint, it could almost be described as white. His whiskers are pale, as well as the pink skin that circles his optics. Heavy, sadistic scars slash the wolf's throat, symbols from his past. They are light colored though as well. The Albino's entire appearance is somewhat ghostly.
Temperament: Broken-hearted. That is, in essence, the Albino's personality. He is a wolf so torn down, all that remains is an empty shell, one lacking enthusiasm for even the most basic things, like living. He is a destraut, silent male who is hardly more than a shadow.
The Albino could be described as sad, though depressed is too trivial a word to explain him. He has given up trying and is slowly dwindling away. However, it cannot be said the Albino is close to death. No, he is not lucky enough for that and will live much longer still. But he often questions the reason for allowing himself to do so.
History: In past years, a pack lived amongst the northern dominance, thriving and surviving, ruled by a proud Alpha. That Alpha was the Albino's father and sire. Born to a litter of three, the Albino was the oldest, with a sister following, and a final baby brother. Immediately, the Albino was different. His parents both grey wolves of color and his litter mates the same, the Albino was looked at as no more than a bad omen, something to avoid.
He grew amongst the pack, an inner outcast. The Albino matured quickly and proved to be intelligent, though his heir to the pack's throne made the Alpha uneasy. At two years old, the pack Alpha made a decision, one to turn away his eldest son, the Albino from a seat of power. The birth right was then handed to the Albino's younger brother.
Realizing the injustice of the action, the Albino protested, though his father, the Alpha, grew infuriated. The Albino was attacked viciously and then dragged to the outlands where he was banished, on the verge of death. His throat torn badly, the Albino struggled to breath, waves of nausea overtaking him before he passed out completely.
A week later, the Albino awoke, lying in a pool of dried blood. He had lived. How the impossible had occurred, the wolf couldn't fathom, but it had. Malnourished and still dangerously injured, the Albino drug himself into the tree line, where he lay for almost two more weeks, his body rushing to mend itself. By the time his injuries had mostly sealed, the Albino struggled to live through starvation and dehydration.
Time passed and the Albino no longer faced those same struggles. His wounds healed completely, leaving only scars. The injuries to his throat, however, left the Albino permanently mute, the damage never quite repairing itself correctly. The Albino was left without the knowledge of the whereabouts of his family, but no longer cared. The name he had been given at birth, bestowed upon him by the Alpha, was only a constant reminder of the grief and pain. Therefore, the Albino separated the title from himself, becoming a nameless rouge.
Almost a year ago, the Albino met a young female outcast, who took pity on the mute male. She allowed herself to love him and for three months, the two never left eachothers' sides. The Albino felt the still fresh wounds within his heart beginning to heal, to close up and to fill in. That is, until the female tore them open once again. A passing young male, a rouge as well, was enough to sever the female's shallow love from the Albino and she too abandoned him, leaving fresh injury.
Now, the Albino is alone again and more broken than ever...
