STILL NOT DONE. x_x;
OOC Name: Taika
Also go by Tak or Tai or some other nicknames if you can think of them. xD
Character Name:
Sage
Age:
4
Gender:
Male
Spirit Animal:
Female Wolverine
Called: Mia
Appearance:
For the most part, Sage is a simple wolf. His fur is short cut, no mutated length having yet reached his bloodline. The color of his eyes is another matter, a bright as a glimering saphire yellow and full of emotion since he was never one to be good with hiding any emotion he felt. His ears have grown slightly larger than the normal wolf, giving him slightly better hearing since he is more adept to picking up sounds. Although, with all advantages there are flaws; and Sage isn't one without them. The mutation gave many of his family advantages over the years that it spread and grew among the wolves, leaving behind a trail of disaster in its place, Sage is 57% blind in his right eye, although it is hard to tell because of his eye color. If the light shines wrong or you catch him in the water you can tell that his sight isn't all there, his good eye will reflect light with a golden-green shine but his right reflects only green. In any movement or sudden action taken on his right side he can be slow to respond to you unless he can hear you, but he certainly isn't anywere near helpless. The mutation also gifted him with longer, semi-retractable claws. Unlike a wolf, Sage can slightly retract his claws so that they do not click on hard surfaces like stone or wood. He has a voice that melts like sweet butter, fluent and well practiced in the art of making others hearts flutter like a love-struck puppy. His words glide off his tongue easily and sing sweet notes that could kill if music had that talent, he'd be a total ladies man if it wasn't for his nasty attitude.
The base of his fur is a light orange. Green colors are layered on his back, dark over light, and some patteren-like markings are visible from his shoulders up to his neck. Under the orange is an assortment of reds and browns, and the most striking colors in his design are those on his face. His eyes are bold against the orange swirls that curl up on the corner of each eye, a green stripe runs from the top of his head to between the eyes, a red stripe from his black nose to the end of the green one. He also has black wings "crow" wings, but they are unused and awkward on his body. However they are formed correctly and with practice he could learn to fly, if he really ever wanted to. He has a large, rather bulky frame but is light boned. Eyes set center of his face, long muzzle, shorter tail, lower to the ground with shorter leg, large ears, graceful "hop"ing steps when he walks.
Personality:
Sage could be the devil's recarnation himself. For there is only one word that could ever fit his personality....ever. Spitfire. The boy could have risen from the depths of hell and stubbornly wedged himself into his mother's womb, perhaps that is what killed her when she died of internal bleeding after boreing him and his six siblings to his jealous father. (see History) Sage has a temper that is easily beyond the limits of an average male wolf. Beneath his fluffy and sweet exterior he has become one of the coldest males that has lived under the sun of sweet life. It isn't that he is vicious or particuallary cruel, although he does have his moments, he is just extremely hard to please. Its when he is pissed that you should watch your tounge, and beware...it is a very very touchy thing.
Sage isn't the classic "evil wolf" ideal face. He love to insult and manipulate from time to time (but who doesn't want to play with hearts and break them?). He tends to do things that will advantage those who are close to him, like pack and friends, but he doesn't keep friends well. There are things about him that bother others, such as his bloodlust and easy with tracking and killing small animals. Besides Mia, his spirit guide, he doesn't have wolves that are "close" in a way that would further his blood or his kind hearted side. Believe it or not, he does have a sweet side to him. Take Mia for example, there are times in life that Sage would curl up and lick the wolverine's fur until she fell asleep in the sun...but those were times before her. You shouldn't be offended if he doesn't get along with your wolf right away. To say it plainly, if you catch him in a bad mood he's an ass or a cold-blooded pain in the neck.
There are times were he is just flat out insane, shrieking things outloud, claiming that he is a prophet of a god. In a way he is, or he should have been. When Sage was younger he was being trained as a Shaman of a pack that desperatly needed a Shaman heir for the old one was dying. There was a time that the male had a bright future ahead of him, a possible mate, pups and a pack. It was in his dying breathe that the Shaman looked into the Facade that Sage had held for years beyond his own knowladge that he was an overly ambitous wolf, and possibly the traitor once linked to the Shaman's prophecy for the pack...in his dying breathe he cursed the young wolf who was then run from the pack, these actions led him to the way he is now.
To those who are close, he could be the best friend that one would ever have.
History:
The first thing you must understand about Sage is that he comes from a hard life. His parents were known for their...to put it nicely...affairs. His father, a god of wooing young females away from their packs, was traditionally a loner who had come down from the north just before meeting his mother on a trail that crossed between the traditional paths of exchange throughout the country side. His mother was the sort of female that caught any lusting male off guard and sent them after her, a slut in a way...but wolves aren't really sluts. When his mother had first gone into heat, she had bred with another male...and miscarried the litter of five before claiming never to breed again. When his mother had turned four, she had left to flee into the mountains just before she had gone into heat, and met his father. Intrigued by the colors that each wolf possed (his mother was the color of ice, and his father of fire) they courted...his mother forgetting the vow she had taken and months later, heavy with pups his mother would give birth to 10. It is not known why there were 10 in that chance litter, the females of his mothers line were known to give birth to large litters...and the males known for siring them. Perhaps it was a mutation of a strange twist of fate, but his mother did not live through the labor and only five of the seven born pups survived.
Sage was the first born, the pride of his fathers eyes and the envy of his younger siblings. In all, the five that had survived, there were three males - Sage, Fever, Wrath - and two females - Sparrow and Gale. With their mother's death, their father grew uncomfortable with carring for the pups and sought out a nurse wolf, one who miscarried their own pups, to help him care for the five that surived. Her name was Cheer, a brightly colored young female who had lost her litter because of a storm. Cheer had been pushed into the wrath of the river by her "friend", and possible mate (if it hadn't been for Cheer's own blind lust for a better male) who had hoping that Cheer would not go into heat before he had the chance to steal her heart away from the dead litters father.
History is the only thing not completely done enough to understand the jist of it. x_x; Sorry.
Any chance I could just leave it at this and do the history later? xD