--! Behir

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Behir

"Been walkin' my mind to an easy time, my back turned towards the sun.
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around."

I've seen Fire and I've seen Rain,

NAME: Bear Behir
NICKNAME(S): Bear, Sheriff, Scruffy
PRONUNCIATION: Say bear with a southern accent. Like bay-here and slur it together.
POSITION: Free-Roamer

Sunny days I thought would never end,

AGE:8 (Assuming he lives around same lifespan as a wolf, just for the sake of RP)
GENDER: Male
BREED: Irish Wolfhound
HEIGHT: 35 inches (shoulder) 6.5 feet if he stood on his hind legs.
APPEARANCE:
Behir is very scruffy. His entire body is covered in stringy coarse fur. The fur is longest on the main parts of his body such as his tail, back, chest, and head. Fur on his lower legs is much shorter but just as coarse. His muzzle also has relatively short hair, except for a few places. Behir's fur forms a sort of goatee at the end of his muzzle near his nose. He also has the fluffy eyebrows characteristic of his breed that frame his expressive light brown eyes. While in his younger days Behir was a deep charcoal color he now has much more grey and slate in his fur. Sparse streaks of white are even found on the longer edges of fur. His lighter areas are around his muzzle/goatee, eyebrows, underbelly/chest, and edges of his tail.

While he is fairly large, he isn't as bulky as his namesake would suggest. Common to his breed and other wolfhounds/sighthounds he has a large chest but thin and long legs. In his prime he was a true sight to behold, and, although he has slowed down some in his age, can still give any wolf a run for their money. Also true to his breed, Behir relies more on his sight than smell to grasp his surroundings. His eyesight is one thing that remains untouched by fading youth, and is remarkably keen.

He also has a southwestern twang to his voice. Because he can.

Lonely times when I couldn't find a friend,

PERSONALITY:
Think of those old western movies who's protagonist is the hardened aging hero with a heart of gold and you'd get a good idea of Behir's personality. He's usually incredibly personable and eager to meet new folk. He does have his gruff days when he wakes up on the wrong side of the field, but generally Behir is a real sweetheart. Even though he's kind, he does often practice tough love when asked for help. He feels that everyone should learn to stand on their own feet, but that some just need a gentle push in the right direction, or a good smack on the head.

In his younger days he was quite the idealist, trying to fix all the problems the world threw his way. Sometimes he would succeed, and feel great pride in doing so. Other times he would fail, and take these failures incredibly hard and to heart. However as he aged he learned that while you should try to help a neighbor in need, large causes were best left to the heroes of legends and stories. He tries to focus his energies on smaller causes that to him are just as, if not more, important.

His temper is almost nonexistent and he approaches even the most hostile situations with composure and charisma. He usually doesn't need to speak for his presence to be felt, and can be a rather imposing and intimidating individual when he needs to be. He prefers talking out arguments to fighting, but won't hesitate to jump in and protect someone he sees as innocent in a pinch.

But I always thought I'd see you again,

FATHER: Jebidiah Hunt-(Human)
MOTHER: Ol' Bessie-(Cow)
SIBLINGS: Bucky-(Goat) Carlos-(Donkey) Sheep. Lots of Sheep.
HISTORY:
Jeb found Behir when he was just a pup outside his farm in a land far from Ravensbruck. He named him "Bear", because the little thing looked like a mangy bear cub, but because of Jeb's accent the young canine thought his name was Behir. Ever since Jeb found him, the two were the best of friends. Jeb was an elderly man who had owned the farm for generations, but lived alone ever since his wife had died a few years back. Behir had come along out of the blue when Jeb was feeling particularly alone and helped give the old man something to live for.

They both lived happily together for many years. Behir helped protect Jeb's sheep and chickens from foxes and even the occasional wolf, and Jeb gave him affection and shelter. However, one day the old man's health began to decline rather quickly. The story from there is probably obvious. Behir stayed by his master and friend until the end. Once Jeb was gone and the farm sold, there was nothing left for Behir so he decided to travel.

Behir was around 5 when he started his journey. He's experienced joy and heartbreak, love and loss. He has lived many lives, from adopted father to hired killer, too many to list in this tiny box. Maybe, since he's recently wandered into Ravensbruck, someone'll sit down to have a chat with him. Maybe then more of this raggedy traveler's tale will be told.

((OOC;; His history is pretty fleshed out in my head, but wanted to leave some room for more stories and stuff. Also cause I'm lazy. IMMY SAID I COULD HAVE THIS. ;A; So fantastic.))

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