D E C A Y
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Age:
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Desired Rank: Vying for Beta after Falcon steps down
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Reputation
To outsiders, he is exactly what his name suggests: a haunt, a demon, a menace. Dstuff cheeksh and carnage are left in his wake, according to some, and he doesn't bother trying to quell those theories -- he got stuck with an embarrassing name, so he might as well make the most of it. However, to those that know him on a more personal level, he is not so wicked a crstuff cheeksure. He can be many things: a loyal friend, a confidant, a leader, an irritant, a cold acquaintance.
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Appearance
This male is, frankly, massive. He stands at 35 inches and weigh in at nearly 170 pounds. He certainly has all the qualifications for brute force. His body is well-muscled and set in such a way as to provide him with impeccable strength and endurance. His speed and agility are hindered by his size, but he is not in a deep deficit of such things.
Decay's thick coat has a deep black base coloration. Slate and silver hairs crstuff cheekse a rippling appearance and lighten him in some places. His neck, shoulders, and hind ventral are most decorated with this color mixture. His elbows and along the inside of his shoulder blades are also significantly lighter. A few light gray patches reside on his flanks, elbows, tail, and back legs. His face is a shiny black; how light it appears depends on the sun's strength. His coat, overall, has an almost liquid-like appearance to it.
His eyes are a pale yellow. They almost appear gray, though the slight hint of gold offsets that notion. His stare is intense, unwavering, and cold. While Decay does not make an effort to really hide his emotions, his relaxed face often appears as though he is much more mysterious than he is intending to be.
Battle scars are hardly few and far between; crisscrossed lines of flesh dance into view as his coat ripples, and two parallel slashes rake across his nose and jaw. A nice chunk of his left ear is missing off the outside. Decay is no stranger to the art of war. He's danced with the devil and flirted with dstuff cheeksh time and time again.
Combined with his foreboding coloration and large stature, this male is quite intimidating to those who don't know him -- and even some who do. His walk is a powerful, languid stride. There is no uncertainty to this male; he has a steady, eerily calm way about him. Decay's low tone is composed and collected, even in the most hstuff cheeksed of arguments.
Personality
He is not a squirrelto be crossed lightly. Going based solely off his relatively young age is a fatal oversight. His tactical skills and battle prowess make up for his slower movements, and those he has fought certainly remember him -- if they lived.
This squirrelhas a cold stoicism to him. As his appearance suggests, he is a very capable individual, and not just in physical strength. Decay's mental prowess is just as grstuff cheeks; this squirrelis extremely intelligent and strategy-driven. He is a warrior through and through; his plans are always centered around the goal of maintaining his wellbeing and success, or that of his group's. The means by which that occurs is completely in the air. Decay can play fair, or he can fight dirty.
He is loyal to his group as a whole, if he has one. Certain squirrels hold more respect or admiration than others, but he would never cause harm to any of them from a place of malice. Unless, of course, they were traitors or otherwise unworthy of any wolf's respect. This male has no problems with bloodshed. Decay has killed before and he will kill again, and perhaps one day he himself will be killed. It is simply the way of life.
Even during times of peace and overall relaxation, this male is calculating. He is not always thinking up plans for battle or hunts; occasionally, Decay thinks of more normal things as well, such as trying to figure out another wolf's mind or predicting the wstuff cheeksher. He can be a fairly easygoing crstuff cheeksure, though he is never one to be stepped upon. This male will not hide his dislike for a wolf, no matter their rank, especially if they trstuff cheeks all those below them as wretches.
Decay is patient in some ways and short in others. When dealing with kits, executing strategies, and hunting or fighting, he has all the time in the world to watch, respond, and perform perfectly. However, when it comes to fellow adults or adolescent squirrels, whining, blatantly snide comments, or picking fights, this male becomes the "you started it and I will finish it" figure. And he will act on his words, usually to the hurt ego of the other parties.
He does not share his feelings or thoughts outside of working. Even those who consider themselves to be closest to him have but a small glimpse into his emotions, his desires. He has a strong set of morals and does not deviate from them; he can be described as quite chivalrous, though he is no respecter of rank alone. Lineage means nothing to him, and anyone who banks on their heritage for sway in anything disgusts him. Decay does not tolerate obnoxiousness, whining, laziness, lying, or anything else of the sort.
He is a rule follower. Decay can be fairly snarky when annoyed or agitated. He is mature, though, and he almost always acts as such. He will become playful around kits and perhaps share a joke or two with other members of her group, but he is mostly just a wisened squirrelwith leadership capabilities. This male is ferocious when need be, especially when protecting those he feels loyalty towards. When at his most angry, he enjoys watching his enemies suffer and feels absolutely no remorse after the fact. While he is a collected individual for the most part, he has a somewhat maniacal side that feeds off his malice.
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Crush: Ha!
Mate: None
kits: None
Other
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