Name: Kalla
Age: 3 years
Sex: Male
Height: 77cm (2.53 ft)
Color: Grey with black fore paws and ear tips and hints of light brown along back and tail with white stripe on face
Magic Powers: (If accepted) Element of Ice
Pack: None Yet
Friends: None Yet
Mate: None Yet
Offspring: None Yet
Fears: Drowning to death, humans, lynxes
Hates: humans, lynxes
Archenemy: None Yet
Appearence: Medium sized wolf with primarily grey fur. Black paws and ear tips and a white stripe on his face are the distuishing features. Hints of brown run the length of his back and throughout his tail. Crystal blue eyes that seem glassy and lifeless.
Character: Once a cowardly weakling, events in Kalla's life have hardened him into a couragous fighter. His personality is usually calm and quiet, but should you tick piss him off, he'll turn on you quite easily. He could careless about your own problems, but if you threaten someone dear to him, or if he has a mission to complete, he will fight to the death if need be.
History: (sorry for the length of this)
As a pup, Kalla had always been a cowardly weakling. He had been afraid of practically everything, even his brother Skye. Although the two had been of the same bloodline, Skye had always picked on his brother for his weakness. Loathing it so, Kalla had always wished to do something about it, but his cowardness had always hindered his words or his actions whenever he had tried to stop his brother.
One day though, as the two had wandered off, a horrible fate was beset upon the brothers. A great lynx, hunger in its eyes, put itself upon Skye. As the two tossled, biting and clawing at each other, Kalla had hidden away into a nearby abandoned fox den. From the shadows of the den, he watched his brother, now 2 years of age and of his full size, get torn and ripped by the large cat.
When the dust settled, the limp body that lay dead in the blood-stained grass was Skye. Seeing the beast tower over his brother's body awoke something terrible in Kalla. All his hate and anger he once held against his brother was now directed at the lynx and he flung himself at the cat, teeth and claws bared.
The lynxes hind leg turned red as it limped away. Blood was strewn across Kalla's paws and muzzle. He snickered at the creature's retreating figure and turned back to his brother as one of his packmates came through the bushes. It was the alpha, Nighdak, and he had spotted the dead Skye and the blood on Kalla's fur without ever noticing the trail of blood leaving from the scene or the scent of the lynx. Kalla's fear slowly returned to him as he saw the look in his leader's eyes.
Now, a year later, and of age 3, Kalla wanders Siberia as a loner, exiled from his former pack, wrongly accused of murder. The year alone had been torturous and had hardened him into a couragous fighter. Although fear of lynxes still runs through him, he now searches for a new pack, and new friends. So much time to himself left him with a nagging loneliness and a great longing for his own kind.
(again, sorry for the length)