Post by ¿℟ᵿҝɸ on Jun 17, 2011 18:02:41 GMT -5
Zy
"We'll crash and burn, young and loaded."
---!Killjoys, make some noise
NAME:Zy
NICKNAME(S):Isn't Zy short enough for you?
PRONUNCIATION: Z like zoo. Y like eye.
POSITION:free-roamer, slave
---!Burning your information
AGE:3
GENDER: Male
BREED: Red Wolf
HEIGHT: 27 inches
APPEARANCE:
This young male is much like every other red wolf out there except for a few details. His build is rather compact in size, but his proportions are slightly off. His legs and spine are somewhat longer than average which allows him to sprint quickly in the direction of his choosing. This is a crucial advantage for him as he lacks the necessary raw bulk to actually fight off anything larger than himself. He relies on his natural flexibility and smaller frame to out maneuver his foes rather than hit them head on. His elongated appearance makes his gait rather graceful even when cowardly fleeing from a fight he himself instigated. His muzzle is narrow and trim; as is the rest of his body.
His coat is a rich black color disrupted only by light brown accents augmented by a tint that is more orange or yellow than the typical red. The orangish-brown coloration appears most commonly at the tips of the longer sections of fur around his chest and tail as well as his head and nose. His fur has a silky texture and is fit for more arid or temperate climates as it is a medium length. His head has a tuft of longer fur on it that refuses to grow with the rest of it and creates almost a cowlick like look.
His face is very expressive mainly through his eyes. They are the same light yellow amber coloration found within his coat only accented by brighter flecks of a goldish green color. Around his left eye and muzzle there are three small scar marks left from when his reflexes just weren't fast enough to dodge the completely unexpected rage of a certain female wolf. Although the marks are noticeable they don't take away much from his overall attractive qualities. Zy still would be considered a rather handsome looking wolf, despite his minor imperfections.
WC: 317
---!Increase the medication
PERSONALITY:
Immature is probably the first descriptive adjective that comes to mind when one is thinking of Zy. His sharp tongue is paired with his horrible common sense, or lack there of, creating for himself a world of problems. He'll flirt with everything in existence and the corrupted confines of his single minded brain contain vast quantities of immoral thoughts. Its the combination of the above traits that tend to get this wolf into some rather unpleasant situations. Eventually after time and time again getting cornered and beat he learned that running was the only probable method of survival once he'd gone and done something idiotic again. Zy has a great deal of social intelligence and instinct, but his poor judgement and lack of self restraint usually are what do him in.
Another of his charming qualities, induced by his years of solitude and then imprisonment, is his general lack of honor, integrity, and loyalty. He is selfish and self centered, choosing to look out for himself over anyone else. He believes that in the end the only one you can save is yourself and isn't above taking advantage of others. However, if a wolf somehow manages to break into the confines of his heart, be it a rare friend or even rarer sliver of respect, all the previous descriptions fade away. He becomes the most valuable ally and would throw all self preservation to the wind to protect that individual.
Although his selfish tendencies may give him a somewhat loner like quality Zy needs attention. He is what some would call an "attention whore". He doesn't take being ignored well and can turn into quite the diva if given the chance. His temper is almost non-existent but if pushed far enough he will snap and attempt to inflict harm in any way possible.
The last time Zy was in a pack was probably when he was around 8 months old and didn't do very well with the chain of command. In order for him to acknowledge another as superior it has to be of his own free will. He takes advantage of those who are too weak and kind or flat out despises them. He will buck all overlords he deems as unfit. However, he's a picture child for Stockholm syndrome and a glutton for punishment. When his previous loner mindset was taken captive by the chains of slavery he found a new comfort in being bound. After being deserted by wolves multiple times he grew afraid of being left alone. Although he loves to escape and at times longs for freedom once more, the tangible connection between master and slave is too tempting an offer to flat out refuse.
WC: 450
---!The future is bulletproof
FATHER: Never knew
MOTHER: Could care less
SIBLINGS: Who knows
HISTORY:
His mother was hardly anything to boast about and his father was some free-roaming terrorist who got his kicks from raping pack dwelling wolves. Of course the reigning alphas had no intentions of letting the spawn of some lowly loner remain inside their pack. When Zy was born, he was born unwanted. He quickly learned from observation that life within this pack had never and would never accept him. As soon as he was old enough he left, knowing that was his inevitable fate and refusing to let some other wolf dictate when he was leaving and where he was going. He survived on raw instinct and his innate agility. He stole from other packs, became a roaming Casanova, and gained a rather irritating reputation. The apple doesn't fall that far from the tree after all. Eventually after a year or so making a nuisance of himself he was captured and learned what it meant to be owned.
His first and only memorable captor was a large gray whom he only knew as Sir. Sir was an intimidating presence who demanded respect and absolute obedience, neither of which Zy was very capable of. He soon learned what swift punishment entitled. He was often beaten to within inches of death; He'd seen the light, but refused to allow it toward him. He thought it was too damn bright.
The next few months Zy learned how to make others the scapegoat instead of him. He was no longer just the sniveling brat who took what was coming to him laying down-- he diverted it towards someone else. Sir eventually caught onto what the young wolf was up to, but let it slide. He was impressed that the cowardly slave had enough balls to pull the wool over his eyes and even more so to do it successfully. It was the start of a chain reaction that gave Zy his first willing authority figure, and the closest thing he ever had to a friend. But like everything else in his life, nothing good ever stuck around long.
At the end of Zy's six month long term of entrapment he had learned that the gray was hardly on as sound of footing as he once was. His enemies had finally become too numerous for him to control and the great grey met his end in the jaws of another alpha. The death was too much for Zy and he did the only thing he knew how to; He ran. He didn't know where to go or who to turn to. The only other creature alive that he saw any worth in had just died and left him alone in the dark. The light he once thought too blinding now seemed like the only sliver of hope that could penetrate the depths of shadows that had swallowed his life. He had nothing to cling to; nothing to provide his fragile existence with support.In that single instance Zy had lost himself.
The days following his master's destruction were filled with almost the same amount of strife as the initial moment. But then it all ended. Everything. He became emotionally numb. It was the cowards way out. Zy couldn't wade through the mire contained inside his lost heart. He just turned it to ice. Eventually though winter does turn to spring again. The passage of time began the healing process and allowed the first cracks to begin appearing across the frozen surface. He could begin to feel again.
As he reached the second month of his third year in existence the ice shell had almost completely melted away. The time his heart spent behind that wall had left it scarred, but not broken.
WC: 616
OOC: Been forever since I've written anything for fun rofl. Grammar is for squares. <3 I get to make manips agaiinnn~