Half in Half; Zodiac

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Full Name;; Zodiac
Preferred Name;; Zodiac
Title;; I don't know
Age;; 4
Gender;; Male


Pack;; Najl
Rank;; Unknown
Mate;; None
Offspring;; None


Breed;; Artic Wolf
Appearance;;
Well, it all depends on who you're asking. I am not beautiful, beautiful is for the female gender, instead I tend to evoke imagination.A mass of etheral white, I am easily spotted unless in the deep trenches of winter, but I fear little from my notoriety.My stature is lesser than my width, but to be noticable one must be watching very closely. I am of the Artic, and justly I do my race proud. My shoulder tips the ruler at thirty-one inches, and my spine is elongated to an average three feet. I am solidly built, though I was granted no superior ability in stength or agility. I have an average ability in both, which is a necessary thing to have in a world that has little compassion for one gifted in a single talent and weak in another. My bearing is straight, ramrod but without stiffness or tension. I am royal in a way, though I was not raised as royalty. I walk calmly, moving with an easy movement, but I always seem aloof.

I don't seem to inspire imagination, now do I? Well lets not lose all hope too quickly. Though, with my brief description you might think me average at best, I have one noticable feature. I am riddled with marks, my past written with indellible smokey marks across my alabaster frame. Some find the tellings rather grusome, for my figure is somewhat distorted with their knicks and gashes. They blend together to weave a tapestry, some find alluring while other find repulsive. I have little care to which you prefer, but it is impossible to notice my most inpiring feature.

I have a scar that runs the length of my face, starting in a crooked line from the base of my right ear,swooping to gash across my right orb, and ending in a sudden tear at the tip of my nose. It is impossible not to notice, for it encompasses the entireity of my right half-face. It was once angry, but time has made the scar fade into a smokey resin. The gash is deep and ragged, and it has stolen my vision in my right pool. I was born with dark chocolate pools ,almost black without suffcient light, but the scar has turned my right pool a milky blue. Does this sate your imagination? Because I'm afraid it is all I have.

Picture;; Nu


Personality;;

Zodiac is the silent type. Collected and reserved, his words are few and often quiet, without strong emotions behind them. Haughty is the word some use to describe his demeanour, while others consider it noble. He is elegant and refined, though he does not look the part, he plays himself to be a consumate gentlemen, though disattached from any particular creature. He prefers watching, with his one good eye, he watches the world with a cynical eye. A religious pessimist, he dabbles little in the world of fantasy, and keeps himself firmly rooted in the world of reality. His pessimism has kept him alive for many years, and will keep him alive for many more.

It is a game of sorts, his impassive facade hiding a rather morbid creature behind its cool stoney depths. Behind the royal bearing hides a creature that differs strongly from the gentleman facade. Zodiac is conniving, his brain constantly turning the cogs of his mind, scheming his way to greater heights. He plots, his mind the ultimate battleground, and his schemes never honest. Zodiac is not an honest creature, though his quiet words and crafted gentlemanly manner seem to make other trust him. He prefers to destroy his enemies through deceit, a tangled web of deceit, whether it be a mock trial or an attack from the back. Power has long been out of Zodiac's grasp, and be will do anything to secure his right. It is his obcession, and will forever be. It consumes hims when he is not in power, and consumes him when he is in power. Anyone who poses a threat is watches, only a handful of trusted creatures are safe from his roving,schemeing eye.

Though power consumes him, the Zodiac is not completely without saving grace. For those he deems trustworthy, he will do all in his power for them. He is loyal to those loyal to him, though he is never afraid to watch a loyal creature die in his place. When he is in power, he rules justly for the most part. Corruption is kept to a minimum and he tries to find check and balances. However, if one fails to impress Zodiac, there is little hope for the pitiful creature, for his first impression is the only one that counts.

Traits;;
Postive:
1. Gentlemen
2. Good fighting skills
3. He is loyal to the ones that are loyal to him
4. Good leadership
Negative:
1. anti-honest
2. Corroptive
3. Power consumes him
4. To keep power in his possesion
Strengths;;
1. Fighting
2. Can plan out a full range battle attack
Weaknesses;;
1. Sometimes can't control his anger
2. Sometimes seeks revenge
3. Can't see out of his right eye
Fears;;
1. Losing grip of power
2. Fully losing his sight
History;;

I was born in a rather large pack. My kind are known to congregate in large numbers, though we often break apart every so often. Everyone thinks they are born a leader. The group consisted of about twenty individuals and my parents ranked somewhere in the middle of the social heirarchy. As the common story goes, they thought they would be a better fit as a leader and broke away from the pack. With a mangy group of followers they broke apart from the larger group and set off to conquer.

Life was not easy for the little group. Prey is more difficult to take down in large numbers, and life on the tundra is a fickle thing. There were 7 of them,excluding my brother and I. We were just whelps, pathetic and useless, but precious none the less. In a fatal hunting accident, my father and two other pack mates were killed. I believe it was in a hunt against a musk ox. Nasty little devils, they are. The others lost hope in the utopia and headed back toward their old homes. My mother had little choice but to return.

If my mother had expected to be accepted with open arms, well she had been a fool. She was scorned,my brother and I with her. It is a miracle I am still here today, but I am. If there was anything lower than omega, my brother and I possessed it. My mother was the omega, and we were her illegitamite offspring. We were treated as low as dirt, and in the artic tundra that is quite low. But we survived and we thrived.

Now, the story seems rather dull and well frankly it is, but I know you are all dying to hear about the scar. I won the scar in a fight with the Alpha's son. It was a brilliant battle, my abilites had been overlooked by all, and so Devero had expected any easy fight. Foolish boy. It was a quick fight, though I do bear a badge across my eye for it. It was his last blitz attack, and beautiful it was, though it did not save him. I won the fight, but my reign did not last long. Some called my actions unforgivable, leading a sheep to slaughter. I had somehow been dishonorable in my fight. Muntiny is a difficult thing to quiet.

So here I am, having roved the continent. I have found a home here, for how long, the world may never know.

How did you find us?;; You
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