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Name: Cailean
Nickname: Cai
Age: Three
Breed: Timber Wolf
Gender: Brute
Appearance: To start, his coat is a rare, creamy color that looks soft and precious. It's mixed with light cocoa and silver on top, like icing on a cake. His orbs are a dark chocolate color, warming when he's in a good mood. His tassel is often wagging. He's an average size, although his head looks to big for his body. He's lean, for sure. His paws are average sized, and he's pretty quick. He can jump things easily, but he's pretty heavy footed. His body position is often relaxed and easy, and you can be sure to find a goofy expression on his face.
Personality: Spunk, for certain. He's really messy and loves to just be himself, and he doesn't care what anyone else seems to think. Even if he was told he was a disaster, he would simply ignore it. It could just be something to do with his age, but he's very strong-willed and only does what Cailean wants to do. He's always the one with crazy ideas and wicked thoughts. The fun guy that everyone loves. He's a bit of a flirt as well, but he has respect for the women. His mother taught him that a female can be far better than a male at some things, so you can expect a gentleman and much respect. When he gets to know you, he's quick to give his life for you, and often, he can be too protective. That's the way he was raised, always protecting his siblings and his mother from beatings.

Family: Deceased
Mate: x
Offspring: x

History: Cailean has had some stories to tell. He was born in a fighting pack where they fought for amusement., and he was the biggest of the litter. He was the biggest, strongest, and possibly the most intelligent, but he always did stupid stuff. He was rebellious. When he was four months old, the alpha decided to mate his mother, but she disagreed completely. She ended up killing him, and, after a brutal battle, ran away with Cailean. They ran for three days, but the pack was always only three steps behind. It was frightening. Eventually, his motehr couldn't take it anymore, and hid Cailean in a tree trunk, before she accepted her fate. After they left, he left the area, running away. He kept going. He kept travelling and working hard to live. It was difficult for him to continue at times, and he wanted to quit, but he kept going. He had developed an aggressive behaviour in the pack, and it made it difficult to interact. He then met Eiske, an old shiba inu cross wolf. She helped him get past his aggression and helped him move on from the past. She eventually died, and Cailean had buried her, before he moved on. He's been looking for a home ever since.

Sample RP Post: Grrr... I'm doing a copy paste. From Roe!

Pale grey eyes observed through the bushes, calculating. Always calculating. That was all the ashen brute did, was calculate. It was his way to remain tranquil, his brain never truly shutting down, always working. Calculating. Deep in concentration, the massive rogue watched the femme as she rolled in the itchy sand, the cool, salty ocean waves washing up against her silvery shaded pelt. He watched her, the cool breeze running through his fur, brushing it out and fixing it, playing with it. And he sat there, simply watching, always calculating. Calculating how long it would take for him to get over to the dove, how long it would take for him to snatch a fish and run off. Too long. If that was his complete intent, he would have to use strategy. Just as he was about to step out to get a silvery figure that swam about in the water, the silver femme leapt up and pounced it, killing it in a matter of seconds. She would be a good opponent, quick and agile. She was obviously intelligent enough to move away from the constant waves, trying to lap up her kill and take it away.



The ashen brute watched the silvery femme as she ate her kill savagely, glancing up from time to time, when suddenly, her fur stood on ends. She could smell him. He began to calculate rapidly, calculating what would happen if she came to attack him. He couldn't run, she was obviously faster and had quicker reflexes. Fighting might be an option, considering she was smaller, much smaller, than he was. He was massive. Or, he could use strategy. At last second, he could dive out of the way and allow her to hit the huge tree behind him, while he bounded off. Those were the options if she came to attack. If she began to run off, he would go take the fish that she should leave behind, too lazy to hunt for himself. But if she stayed, that would be the biggest problem of all. No fishing, no speaking. Maybe, maybe, he could just trudge out, fish, and go back to hide. Would she say anything? Possibly. He truly hoped not.



His cold, hard gaze locked on her mince frame as she stared at him. He began to calculate her reaction. Her fur said shock or fear, or both. He didn't sense any danger. With a firm, mental shove, the brute staggered out onto the beach, looking typically drunk. His heavy footsteps sunk deeply into the sand, constantly tripping over his overly large paws. He was tired and hungry. No, he was tired and famished. With another heavy step, he struggled to the edge of the salty water, glaring down at the constant waves that stirred up the sand. He plopped back on his haunches, his stone hard orbs staring at the deep blue sea ahead of him. Why was it here? How was it created? Maybe a meteor flew and landed, pushing so deep into the earth, that water came pouring out. Any other time he would spend a day pondering the thought, but instead, he saw a sleek figure dash through the water. A fish!!



He watched as it wiggled in and out, weaving around who knows what. Why did fish swim like that? He stared intently at the fish. It was because they couldn't get around any other way with a fin like that. H shook his head, wondering why he had such silly questions, ones that he already knew the answers too. He sighed and watched the fish some more, before he decided what he was going to do. He looked around, to see that there was a tiny bay not far away. He would have to herd the fish to there. With purposely heavy steps, he stormed after the fish, everything going exactly as planned. Just as the fish reached the dead end and the ashen brute attempted to through on the brakes, he stumbled and fell, doing a full on face plant into the water.
[color:4025=372916]"Oof! He barked as his canine teeth sunk into the scaly creature. Sand swirled his vision, the salt water stinging his orbs. He sat up straight, a quiet whimper escaping his maw, completely forgetting about the silvery femme that was just sitting on the beach.



He hauled himself out of the water, spitting out his food on the beach where the waves couldn't reach it. He had killed it with the force of his fall, and he paced around in frustration. How had he tripped? Was there a hole there? Or was he just that clumsy. He felt bad, and he spun around to face the femme on the beach.
[color:4025=372916]"I am terribly apologetic that such an exquisite damsel had to see me plummet so dreadfully. I do apologize and hope I did not interfere with your meal," The ashen brute apologized so brutally, petrified she would laugh at his fail or his funny spoken words.


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