Post by [Z]e.[W]affle.[N]inja on Dec 3, 2006 12:27:34 GMT -5
Name; Keme (Meaning secret)
Gender; Male
Age; Three
Species; Wolf
Breed; Mexican Grey wolf
Picture/Physical Description; I'll have the picture soon, I am working on it.
Keme is an average sized Mexican Grey wolf, his weight and height are average. He has mixes of grays, browns, tans and blacks all over his body. He has a small chuck out of his left ear; his eyes are as grey as a stormy sky showing no emotion.
Personality;As his name meaning 'Secret' Keme is very secretive and mysterious. He keeps to himself taking ahead the one goal he sticks to; he is a very different character to meet. Often he sits alone at night and looks out into the sunset and fades off into the forest. He's a great friend but it takes a long time for him to truly earn trust. He will not hesitate to kill those who threaten a lover’s life, most any other time he will talk his way's out of a fight. If he was to come upon someone he would not normally really be the one talking with his voice but with his actions.
History (Optional); Keme was born into a pack of hater's, and he grew up as one of them. He was taught that fighting and killing was alright and he took killing into pride. As a pup he only did small things like kill bugs and rabbits normal for a pup, but as he grew older it started to get worse. He would kill for fun and if he could kill it he would, it was just a simple thing that his parents were proud of. But sometimes ever a murder cannot kill something. He had just turned two and he had now taken the Beta spot in the pack. He decided to wander off one night to see about the world.
Well when he came upon a annoying, whimpering almost half dead she-wolf, he thought it would be fun to toy around with her mind. He played around for an hour annoying the hell out of her, but as she too started to play he became annoyed and angry. It finally came to him corning her in a small cave, he wasn't proud of what he did but he took her life and left her body lying on the ground. When he got back to the spot were he had first found her, he found two small pups alive looking for their mother.
He didn't know what to do and panicked, he took the two newborn pups with him. He was mad at himself and he wanted to curl up and die for what he did, but he knew before he did anything to himself he had to take care of the pups. He brought them to his mother who laughed at him and stepped on both pups crushing the breath out of them. He had no idea that this was the real beginning.
His mother doing this infuriated him and he didn't just walk away, he yelled and screamed at her but nothing worked. Anger filled his eyes and some growling and snarls could be heard behind the large tree. Then a loud yelp and silence, he stood over the body, blood all over his jowls and had wide eyes. He had killed his own mother and he couldn't forgive himself.
So he ran, ran as far as he could away from the past he knew. He took up a new story to his past that he came from a small group of wolves and was raised happily and left to find his way through the world. He was just really frightened and didn't know what to do. A slight hint of darkness conceals his heart that will never go away from the life he lived.