Rycos

[Alex]

Name: Rycos
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Wolf
Pack or Tribe: Kanaran Pack
Desired Position: Fighter
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Description:

Rycos is a rather plain wolf. He is of average stature and build. His coat is mainly a grey-black with a cobalt blue highlight. His underbelly is the blue color, as well as his jaw, chin and ears. He is not lithe or large, but normal in all aspects.

Tattoos:

He has golden tear marks striped under his eyes with a strip of black between them, as well as a shape of sorts on his forehead.

Personality:

Rycos is the most corrupt a wolf can get. His mind is twisted and jumbled. He does not beleive in the gods, but rather that he himself was sent from the universe to end the wolves, in no other form than a wolf itself. He beleives that the universe fears what the wolves know and what they can do. He thinks he was sent to stop the wolves.

He has an eerie sence of calm about him, one that could scare you, to question his sanity. To him he is perfectly sane, but he is the worst opposite.

He is a cannible and eats wolves when he can, but dead wolves are in short supply. He does feed on rabbits and deer, but eating a wolf would be a special treat for him. He can't bear to see a body go to waste and is one to dig up graves as a feast.

History:

Rycos grew up normally, to much surprise. He was born a loner and was the only pup out of three others to survive, the rest being stillborn. This added to his pride. He grew up in a good environment dispite the ongoing war in the loner lands. His father was a wolf belonging to the rogue pack, and died in the war. His mother was an outcast who didn't join the pack, but saw her mate daily, when he could get away from the bickering. No one knew about his family.

Rycos got his first taste of wolf meat at a young age. His mother was still nursing him, and had not the time to leave him alone to bury his dead siblings. When she slept, curiosity broke through better judgement, and he gnawed on his brother. When his mother woke, she beleived that coyotes must have gotton a taste of him, discarding the idea of cannibalism thoughtlessly.

As he grew older, his beleif system started to materialise. He knew that his own kind tasted good to him, as good -if not better- thaj deer or other 'normal' prey he had been taught to hunt. He knew that he was the only to survive, and after his father died, he knew he was the one to live. Not only out of his family, but out of all the wolves. He didn't feel right around wolves. He felt more like a bird or rabbit than wolf at all.

One night, when his mind had already been made up about his true meaning, he took off to the Kanaran. It was not hard to be accepted. He seemed adequate enough to them, and he did the average that a trainee would do.

He has not changed much from those times.

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Additional Details:

He is hooking up with the mauto and currently in the Kanaran, to have ties with the pack as he assists in the wolves downfall.