Post by FALLEN on Jan 23, 2012 20:42:59 GMT -5
Fallen
" I can't escape this hell, So many times I've tried... "
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME Fallen
GENDER Male
NICKNAMES N/A
AGE 5
BREED Himalayan Wolf
SEXUALITY Straight
PACK? Loner
HI I'M Fallen AND THIS IS ME:
Fallen is a cold lone male wolf. His face is expressionless making it extremely hard to tell what he is thinking. Fallen is a quiet and secluded male who just doesn’t trust anyone. He extremely good at fighting. He is very intelligent and can learn things very quickly. Fallen does show signs of being nice, but he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt because of him any more. Sometimes when cornered or angered he will go into an uncontrollable rage that makes it hard for them to hold him back. His golden eyes become a red color when in this raging state.
Background:
Fallen was just a pup when ‘Toy Solider’ broke out. He was affected by it and at first began to have memory lapses. He would black out on place and then wake up somewhere completely different. His mother began to be afraid of her son and tried to keep her other pups away from him. She said an evil spirit possessed him. Fallen didn’t why his mother called him that, but in truth when he had black outs he would attack his siblings and his mother. Even his eyes changed. When he was old enough to at least look out for himself, his mother disappeared along with his siblings and Fallen was left alone. He wondered around alone and scared.
He came across a nice small pack of about two wolves a little older than himself. They allowed him to be with them and Fallen felt happy living with them. His black outs happened less and less as he got older. After about two months of living with the other two wolves, the worst happened. Fallen and one of the other wolves were having an argument. Fallen felt so angry he black out once more. When the young wolf awoke, the two other wolves were slaughtered and his pelt was stained with blood. At first he didn’t believe he was the one who did it, but when it happened again a month later, he realized he was the one who had killed his foster family. As life went on, Fallen tried to control rage, but every time he was in a tight spot being attacked, he would black out and then wake up with them dead. He distance himself from others so as not to hurt them.
YOUR NAME Fallen
how do you measure, measure a year