Post by Giz on Aug 23, 2007 12:00:07 GMT -5
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Name: Gizmo
Age: 5 Months
Gender: Male
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Pack: Loner
Personality:
Name: Gizmo
Age: 5 Months
Gender: Male
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Pack: Loner
Personality:
Gizmo is the type that acts however he wants. He makes a fool out of himself most of the time, and he has a great sense of humor. nothing gets past him. He never takes anything seriously, and is always doing something stupid. He's annoying most of the time, except when he is made mad. When he get's mad, he flips, loseing hs mind and the ability to control himself. It's best not getting him to that level, though it's rare to get him to flip. Otherwise, he has an odd personality, and is just simply himself at all times, no matetr what. And paying attention to things is not something he does well.Appearance:
Gizmo is pure white, and he has dark brown eyes. He's on the taller tide, and longer side as well, just slightly taller and longer then a normal wolf would be. His fur is on the longer side as well, and it's silky and smooth. Though he is a pup, he still looks a little bit older then what he really is, and he takes advantage of that.History:
Gizmo's life as a pup was crazy. His parents hated him, his pack hated him, all the other pups hated him. They thought the same thing of him. And obnoxious pup. He was the runt, the only white wolf out of them all. all the other wolves were grey wolves, and he was simply white. His difference stood out, and he finally gave up careing about his difference. He just lived how he would live, and didn't care what anyone else said. He just went about on his own, leaving his pack behind and into his own new life. Everyone was happy he was gone, and he was happy they were gone, even if he was very young. He decided to stay on the low side though, avoiding humans and dogs as much as he could, seeing how humans and their dogs had never shown anything good to him.Role Play Example:
He trotted on slowly. Nothing in this world could stop him. he went on with his loife, not careing about the world around him. He was still a pup. A small pup. Everyone else belived he wasn't good enough for anything. Though he didn't know why, or what, he still travelled on, making sure he left his pack for good. there was no need for it. It was useless, and he believed that strongly. they all thought he was different. He was, but that shouldn't matter.
He continued on, angry at everything they had all said. He would show them. He would grow up to be a better wolf then all of them had ever been. He would show them, and there was nothing anyone can do about it. They made his life miserable, so he would make theirs. And of course, he would have fun in the process.