Post by Daibon on Jun 23, 2008 4:27:15 GMT -5
Name: Daibon
Age: 3 1/2 years.
Gender: Male
Species: Timber Wolf
Other: None
Pack: Loner
Appearance: Daibon has a rugged appeal to him; his timber genes lend him a lean, narrow look, but his summercoat - while giving him a streamlined appearance - also clearly outlines the packed muscle of the vagabond Don Juan. His long legs give him the advantage of height and agility, but he is also rather clumsy on his feet when it comes to sharp maneuvers. While not exactly being a powerhouse of muscle, he is athletically fit and more than able to throw his own weight around.
Daibon's coat, while being made up of confusing, clashing colors, is bilaterally symmetrical, and therefore rather organized and attractive as well. A darkish gray being the base color of his pelt, a deep beige underlines his face, chest, and the underside of the tail. while also covering half the forelegs and snaking up the backs of the hindlegs to combine with the underside of the tail. The tail's tip is white, and a silver hue streaks along the tail's length to end at the base, where a larger portion of silver maps almost the entire of his hindquarters; it starts midway along his back and peters out into a point almost halfway down the hindlegs. Starting at the lower end of the belly, a jagged line of silver juts out onto his shoulders, and from the nose to his cheek tufts a similar design masks each eye. The same tint of silver also marks half the ears. The toes of both hindlegs are tinted beige, and the forepaws white. Above each autumnal-orange eye is a curious white marking shaped like a heart, similar to a husky's eyebrow marking but much more distinct in shape.
Personality: Daibon isn't one to make his feelings known; actually, he's quite introverted. "Anti-social" wouldn't exactly be off the mark either. He isn't the trouble-making type, and doesn't make a sport of gaining enemies, but he's also not the type who doesn't enjoy a less-than-friendly tussle now and again. He likes to think of himself as being a mysterious drifter, and this does derive from his arrogance; actually he's quite arrogant, and he doesn't go far to conceal it. He will not hesitate to openly mock someone, but he will rarely be the first to provoke a physical attack.
There's always a good side of a bad seed, however, and Daibon happens to be extremely intuitive - almost alarmingly so. He can read people (and here I mean wolves and other such creatures) like a book, and more often than not he uses this to his own advantage to provoke an angry response out of others. He can predict what someone will say or do to a near shocking degree, and unfortunately he will manipulate that to his own ends, more likely than not.
History: Of course, Daibon was not always the selfish, arrogant prick that he is today; he was once young and innocent like everyone else, blissfully ignorant of the evils of the world and living life in the ideal dreamscape of a child... or, rather, as close to an ideal dreamscape as his childhood could be, which wasn't very close at all.
His birth, from the start, was a huge mistake; his mother being the victim of rape from a lone male in the mountains, he grew up fatherless and confused at the hands of his deranged mother, who had fared badly at the time of his being conceived. He didn't know any differently, though, and even as he was pointlessly beaten and lacerated with words that only a child could feel shame for, he still harbored the depthless, instinctual love for his mother as only a young child could.
This lasted for around a year, until realization finally hit home; long story short, after having been confided by another yearling male that he was in the hands of a bipolar, psychotic she-wolf who wanted nothing more than to destroy him in the most excruciating way possible, he teamed up with his new - and first - friend and mercifully killed his mother. The yearling - Lokai - and Daibon traveled together through different lands for a smattering of months, and Daibon had actually grown to love him when all at once he disappeared. This was not an unfortunate turn of events, but a desertion viva la boredom; even more unfortunately, Daibon sensed this, and nearly died of a broken heart.
Two years have passed, and what can be said of the young male? Old wounds heal the slowest, and if that is true, his own cuts run deep and bloody and his bruises sickly yellow and green. Though his mother was nothing short of horrid and abusive, he has never forgiven himself for her death at his paws, nor has he forgiven himself for the desertion of his one friend and love, Lokai.
