Revved Up and Ready to Kill - Thread (My Original OC (>^_^)>)
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Revved Up and Ready to Kill - Thread (My Original OC (>^_^)>)
Name: Revved Up and Ready to Kill
Nickname: Thread
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: Demon
Breed: Timber Wolf
Age: 5 Years of Age
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Magic: N/A
Spells: N/A
Appearance: I am a medium height with big paws. My right ear has a bit-out, deep clip that mostly gives away that its me. My back has three large, bleeding gashes that were caused by a grizzly. My back, left leg has a small scar leading from my ankle down to my toes. My front, left foot has a large scar, leading from my shoulder to my toes. My ankle down on the same leg is covered in dried blood. My left thigh has two bleeding, broken halves of a heart. My muzzle is caked with blood as my eye is blue. My eye shimmers like the moonlight.
Skills: My strength is only dwarfed by my whits. I am cunning enough to sneak onto other packs lands without being detected. I have enough strength to fight a grizzly, yet not enough to take on a pack leader.
Personality: I can be angered very quickly, one wrong word and I'm off like a bomb. I can't stand to see a female in pain, and this is my weakness. I cannot stand to look at a happy family, not with pups, not with just the mom and dad, and especially not with the parent and child. I love to be alone in a valley, by a small stream, letting my inner demon express itself. When I become angry, so does the demon. I cannot control the outcome of this anger. The demon can snap like a thread.
Biography: When I was a young pup, I lived in a blooming pack. The pack was run by my father, Slingshot, and my mother, Moonstone. I was named for my ability to get angry at the drop of a hat, and my ability to hunt. I was happy until my first birthday, when my parents had to go and fight a demon that was terrorizing the pack. They eventually fended off the demon, and we were happy again. A few months later, the demon came and possessed me. I killed my parents with the swipe of my over-sized paws. I became angrier and angrier until I snapped and killed the entire pack. The demon had my soul and has now become every fiber of my being. I learned to live with this and became a wanderer, and a loner. I became me...
Nickname: Thread
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf
Sub-Race: Demon
Breed: Timber Wolf
Age: 5 Years of Age
Pack: N/A
Rank: N/A
Magic: N/A
Spells: N/A
Appearance: I am a medium height with big paws. My right ear has a bit-out, deep clip that mostly gives away that its me. My back has three large, bleeding gashes that were caused by a grizzly. My back, left leg has a small scar leading from my ankle down to my toes. My front, left foot has a large scar, leading from my shoulder to my toes. My ankle down on the same leg is covered in dried blood. My left thigh has two bleeding, broken halves of a heart. My muzzle is caked with blood as my eye is blue. My eye shimmers like the moonlight.
Skills: My strength is only dwarfed by my whits. I am cunning enough to sneak onto other packs lands without being detected. I have enough strength to fight a grizzly, yet not enough to take on a pack leader.
Personality: I can be angered very quickly, one wrong word and I'm off like a bomb. I can't stand to see a female in pain, and this is my weakness. I cannot stand to look at a happy family, not with pups, not with just the mom and dad, and especially not with the parent and child. I love to be alone in a valley, by a small stream, letting my inner demon express itself. When I become angry, so does the demon. I cannot control the outcome of this anger. The demon can snap like a thread.
Biography: When I was a young pup, I lived in a blooming pack. The pack was run by my father, Slingshot, and my mother, Moonstone. I was named for my ability to get angry at the drop of a hat, and my ability to hunt. I was happy until my first birthday, when my parents had to go and fight a demon that was terrorizing the pack. They eventually fended off the demon, and we were happy again. A few months later, the demon came and possessed me. I killed my parents with the swipe of my over-sized paws. I became angrier and angrier until I snapped and killed the entire pack. The demon had my soul and has now become every fiber of my being. I learned to live with this and became a wanderer, and a loner. I became me...
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