Post by Kuma on Jun 7, 2016 4:02:34 GMT
Kuma
General
Gender:
Male
Age:
2½
Rank:
Beta
Position:
Protector
Social
Mother:
Emma (Dead)
Father:
Vincent (Dead)
Siblings:
Other family:
(not one more)
Friends:
Blue-Moon Pack
Rivals:
The Alpha Pack - Pokke
Mate:
Vivianna
Appearance
Body:
Sturdy, Tall, Large and sharp teeth
Coat:
Black with gray and white
Eyes:
Amber/Brown
Character
Discription: Very strong, reserved, imagine things to entertain, is very friendly with his pack, protects those who love to death, almost never shows mercy to their prey or enemies
Personality:
brave, shy, almost never a bad mood
Likes:
run, fight for fun, being alone at night
Dislikes
unknown wolves, eagles, bears, coyotes, ambushes
Strengths:
He is calm in stressful situations, always looking for victory against those who challenge him
Weaknesses:
memories of his family, ambushes
History
I was always weak, since I can remember, I depend on others to defend and attack, but that changed. When I was a Scout I promised to be stronger, nobody ever had to defend myself, my father was my inspiration, but he did not want me in the family. My mother decided to train me to protect what is mine and what I want to protect, she seemed the only one who had hope in me. Milah spent with Mary all day with my father hunting, for while I was training to be what I am now.
The day when I finally managed to be someone for my father, I got sick, but it was me who caused my illness. I was tired of my sisters ignored me and I decided to find anything wrong, when I found that I ate and did not taste good. Milah began to worry about me, my parents were missing and Mary hunted for food. From that moment everything went wrong ...
By dusk and we were going to sleep, it began to rain and fog began to appear, it seemed that they had planned for years. Howls were heard, a huge wolf stood firm against us and growled ... I just remember I was running after Milah, my parents lying lifeless on the ground ... I will not allow that again to happen, ever.
History
I was always weak, since I can remember, I depend on others to defend and attack, but that changed. When I was a Scout I promised to be stronger, nobody ever had to defend myself, my father was my inspiration, but he did not want me in the family. My mother decided to train me to protect what is mine and what I want to protect, she seemed the only one who had hope in me. Milah spent with Mary all day with my father hunting, for while I was training to be what I am now.
The day when I finally managed to be someone for my father, I got sick, but it was me who caused my illness. I was tired of my sisters ignored me and I decided to find anything wrong, when I found that I ate and did not taste good. Milah began to worry about me, my parents were missing and Mary hunted for food. From that moment everything went wrong ...
By dusk and we were going to sleep, it began to rain and fog began to appear, it seemed that they had planned for years. Howls were heard, a huge wolf stood firm against us and growled ... I just remember I was running after Milah, my parents lying lifeless on the ground ... I will not allow that again to happen, ever.