Age: Four
Gender: Masculine

Desired Rank: Doesn't care
Role: Released

Appearance:

A male of large proportions, Erjon stands at a solid height of 36 inches. He is a large canid with a buff build, his physique best used for strength rather than for being swift. In hunts, he would be best used for taking down the target rather than chasing it for long periods of time. It's not that he isn't fast, simply due to his larger stature, he isn't as fast. Indeed, his build is best used for the following: strength, intimidation, and short-distance running. Agility and stealth are also not entirely on his side.

His coat is made up of a unique set of colors. Browns, blacks, and creams remain scattered around his fur. The most predominate colors upon him are brown and cream. Beginning from his back, one may easily note an obsidian color around him, offering a peppered look of sorts. It lies atop a coat of brown, which often looks more orange than anything else. This shade of brown coats his entire body, stopping only at his underbelly and inner legs, where a cream color takes over.

This cream is also seen commonly upon his face, where it lines his muzzle and cheeks similarly to that of a raccoon. This cream is then abruptly cut off by a black, which is, in turn, abruptly cut off by a darker, more orange-brown. It makes him appear almost as if he's wearing a mask and cape due to the sudden cut-offs from dark to light colors. Overall, Erjon has a dark coat with various colors involved, while his nose is a dark obsidian and his eyes a bright yellow.

His voice is very deep and raspy, and several scars are seen upon his body. More than normal for a wolf that has been born in captivity.

Personality:

Brooding || Cold || Gloomy || Intimidating || Viscous || Miserable || Reliable || Pessimistic || Snappish || Sarcastic || Try-Hard || Debonair || Stern || Solitary || Skeptical

Erjon views life as a cup half empty. He is always sulking or brooding, showing no happiness or interest in anything. Frankly, he simply does not care. He has no interests nor does he want any. This, in turn, makes him appear cold and intimidating, as if he has no heart and soul. Which makes sense, seeing as he doesn't act like he does. He always brushes others off and keeps to himself, disliking any form of touch or conversation. The only reason he remains in a group is for survival, nothing more, nothing less. That isn't to say he's entirely cold-hearted. In fact, Erjon does have a heart, even if he doesn't show it. He is an intimidating creature after all, always stalking about and pacing the dirt floors. His gaze alone makes it seem as if he wishes death upon you.

While he keeps to himself, that doesn't mean Erjon allows others to disrespect him. The male snaps easily and can act rather viscous at times. He is defensive and protective, and isn't afraid to hurt another, even if he tries to avoid it. Very confrontational, Erjon will spew threats out of his mouth at a mile a minute if another shows signs of danger or malice. In other words, he doesn't mind putting others in their place. Now, he doesn't go abusing his strength or power, that's not why he was born with it. Rather, he only uses what he was given if he is left with no other choice, or if somebody is acting up.

The male always acts miserable the way he sits off to the side sulking. If he were a type of weather, he'd be a stormy or rainy day. He always has something to complain about and is often snappish and sarcastic, no matter the conversation. Lacking social skills is part of that reason. Now, Erjon may be a pessimist, skeptical, and see fault in most things, but that isn't to say he's entirely cruel. He can be surprisingly.. reliable. Despite his angry persona, he can be trusted to do the right thing in difficult situations. That is, if respect and honor are put into place. If not, don't expect anything from Erjon. He doesn't do things for those that look down on him.

When he tries, many may be shocked to see that Erjon can have a sense of humor or even act debonair if he pleases. He has potential indeed, simply holds back and remains reserved.

Now, Erjon wasn't always like this.

You see, unlike the others, he wasn't born in captivity. No, he was born free. Thus, he knew how to survive. Still does. He knows how it all works. He resided in a pack, a small one, but a pack nonetheless. It was made of up family. Back then, he was known to be stoic, proud, and a tad bit mischievous. Hell, he even threw around jokes and took part in silly little games, but that was then, and this is now. Erjon does not speak of his past, but he is an entirely different individual because of it.

Crush or Courting: None, has no interest in either.

History: Back when he was a juvenile, Erjon had only heard stories of humans. Tall creatures that stalked the lands during the day and night, killing and taking. He was told that they were greedy things, always wanting more, and more, and more. He was told that they carried sticks that shot fire, able to wound another from meters away. They sat on top of monsters that stole trees and built homes for their own. Erjon was told that they were thieves.

Of course, Erjon had never seen one, let alone a pack of them, until that one specific day. He was told not to wander far, but Erjon didn't listen. He hardly ever did. He hadn't seen them in the distance. How could he? They wore the colors of the forest, and it wasn't until a loud sound that rang through his ears and a sharp pain in his shoulder did he learn something quickly. Humans were not mere stories, they were real, and they were targeting him. What else could he do but run? Only a fool could believe that they would escape, and a fool Erjon was. He darted. It wasn't until a second shot that rang through the air did the male realize something. His chest felt on fire. Pain seared through him. A third shot. His thigh throbbed. A fourth, the side of his head. After that, his vision went dark.

When he awoke, he was in a cage, no longer with his family nor his home. He was lost to them.

They were the reason for his wounds and lack of freedom. It was them that took him away from his home and his lands, throwing him into a cage so they could monitor his vitals as he healed.

Pups: None

Kin: None

Affiliations: None, I will be picky

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