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OOC Name: Jenn
Character Name: Windscythe
Age: 3 years
Gender: male
Spirit Animal: Wolverine
Appearance: He is large, about two and two-thirds feet at the shoulder, and about five and a half feet long. H is not uber muscular, but is not weak either. He is very fast, though, and loves to run across open spaces (the faster he goes, the more powerful he feels). The irises of his eyes are swirls of rainbow, all jumbled and bright. His pelt is all of the colors of the rainbow, pale but colorful, not just random patches of color, but seems to flow and swirl, making him look like a human painter squirted his oils into a bowl and stirred once or twice. He has long locks of white fur that hide his paws completely, but this is the only none-colorful color in his pelt. His fur has streaks of every color one can imagine, except black, grays, or browns. He has long, twisting black horns growing from above his eyes, like a
Blackbuck Antilope, and his claws are the same dark color.
Personality: Though his bright coloration may make him appear the happy type of wolf, he is far from. He is not a cold murder, of course, but he is not peaches-and-cream either. He went through some hard times when he was a bit younger, back-stabbing friends, family dying, fights for survival, that sort of thing, and it affected him. A lot. He's not evil, but he is a bit cold and normally appathetic. And grouchy, though not normally overly rude or cruel.
He walks as if on glass, quiet and calm, treading gently and quickly, seeming to levitate over the ground, though he does not. He does not always speak, sometimes just staring at a wolf and thinking. He can feel compassion and love (romantic-type), though he rarely shows the former and has never felt the latter. He smiles on occasion, but not very often, and he has no particular purpose in life. He does, however, love pups. He finds them to be such dear little things, and he almost reverts back to his childhood, before his pack's murder, when around them.
History: He was born to a male named Vulcanis and a female named Windsdusk, along with his sister Windsfall and his brothers Windsfang and Windscry. They grew up in a small pack, with only one other pup, Jakob, as a friend. They grew and grew, until it was almost time for them all to leave and start packs of their own. But most of them never did. Jakob's mother died on a hunting trip, gored by a stag, and Jakob blamed Scythe's parents. He went berserk, though he hid it well. That night, in the dark of nothing, he killed their parents and and threatened to kill the rest of the adults if they didn't leave, then chased them all away. They had no choice but to do as he said.
They travelled together for several months, but, as siblings of grown age tend to do, they began to quarrel, and they finally parted ways. He now traverses the world alone, at least until some one decides to stand beside him.