Post by bratterratt on Jun 5, 2011 17:38:27 GMT -8
Name: Agag
Gender: Male
Age: 8 years
Type: Maned Wolf
Pack: Eastern Pack
Rank: Member
Items: Simple thin chain that hangs around his neck. Single diamond stud in his left ear.
Appearance: Agag is truly a wolf of a different color in appearance. He is of a rare breed known as the Maned wolf and currently is the only of his breed known to the Eastern, Western, Southern, and even loner wolves. Legs make up a good deal of Agag's build; he is very tall. His body is lean and fairly short in length, height being his greatest area. Though he appears lanky, Agag is not a weak specimen, with a well-muscled body from details throughout his past.
Agag's thick coat is a lustrous red, with sleek black markings running up all four of his legs. His muzzle is also a dark shade, as well as his "mane" which sits atop his well set shoulders and runs up his long neck. His fluffy tail tapers into a lighter shade of cremello rather than red, but that is the extent of his markings.
Agag's head is very narrow and his muzzle is long, face wedge-shaped. The pair of large eyes that sit atop his mug are a dark, coal black, always glinting with an expression of their own darkness.
Temperament: Agag is not like others, not only in appearance, but also in personality. He is a dark wolf, clear through his very soul. He revels in sadistic pleasures, like death and killing. How he made it into a civilized pack is a true mystery. He is not snappish or defiantly cruel towards others, but is sarcastic and a little uncomfortable to be around. He has no friends, no close relatives that any one knows about. He is a complete mystery to everyone, including the pack members he lives amongst.
Agag is deceiving. Beware of him. He is a keen lie-teller and does it so often, it's hard to tell what's the truth and what's false with him. He's always cracking jokes, but they're not humorous. In fact, they're made to disturb. Something is very terribly wrong with Agag, very wrong...
History:
"Agag's history is not a pleasant one and there are very few wolves who know its all.
Born into a pack, Agag was son to a high ranking wolf, though not the Alpha pair. Raised amongst the finest warriors and hunters, he was a wolf who picked up the tactics of battle quickly, unnaturally quickly. Agility and speed were his greatest weapons and it pleased his father to see Agag growing so skilled in his training. The Alpha, impressed as well, often complemented the male's parents, eager for Agag to reach the age where he would join the ranks of the hunting/warrior wolves.
It wasn't long before Agag did and found himself rapidly advancing in rank. Before much time had passed, he was offered the position as head hunter, only three years total in age. The Alpha was growing old and could no longer lead the pack to hunt regularly, so Agag, as was his position, did so and did so with great skill.
There never was a wolf more happy than Agag. He had it all. A high rank, the skill of a warrior much older than himself, and then, even a female of his own. The she-wolf's name was Lithia and she was most beautiful. It wasn't very long before Agag and his mate were expecting a litter of their own.
The night Lithia gave birth was a cold, stormy one. Rain beat hard against their den as the healthy female strained to bear her pups. Hours passed, agonizing for Agag, who waited impatiently for the pup he knew would be a son. That was his greatest wish. A strong male pup to carry on his lineage and hunt beside him. Finally, the pup was born and with one glance, Agag realized that the pup born to him would not do. It was a male, true, but small, weak, hardly even alive. The breath it breathed was rattled and rough. It wouldn't survive the night.
Furious, for Agag always had a temper, the male killed the pup in the dark of the den. And when Lithia tried in vain to stop him, he attacked her as well. When the red cloud of anger finally cleared from his head, leaving him once again, it was too late. His beloved mate lay in a pool of her own blood on the stone floor, beside the tiny still body of his first pup.
And that was the night that Agag snapped.
It would not be correct to say that Agag lost his mind that evening, because really, that wasn't what happened. No, something truly just broke within him. He didn't really change, but instead turned to the side of him that had always been there. The dark, demonic Agag. No longer the proud warrior or the noble hunter, but instead, the deceiving, skilled killer who he would always be. Agag will never change. He is and will be the same forever.
For the past years, Agag has traveled from pack to pack. The murder of his mate and pup resulted in banishment from his first clan, but only led him to join under yet another Alpha wolf. Each pack banishes Agag in his own time and the reason for each upheaval... murder. Agag is a killer, though it is not known by each pack he visits. His history is hidden, that is, until he chooses his next kill.
There was a time that Agag served as an assassin for a pack that was in the midst of a feud with a rival clan. He was skilled in this position and did his job well. He held a sadistically high rank in that pack, that is, until he took the Alpha's life. However, Agag didn't desire that rank. No, he wasn't meant to lead a pack. Leaving the clan void of its leader, Agag traveled on and now lives amongst the Eastern pack. But how long will this last? Well, only until the next death occurs..."
