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Description

[ ON THE WAITING LIST. ]

ＺＬＹＰＥＳ
( bad dog. )

Name: ZLYPES
Age: ADULT / 4 years
Gender: MALE
Height: 31"
Weight: 73 lbs.
Build:
Zlypes is a shorter, stocky male, but does not take special care of his heftiness
with any workout regime. His nose is often considered crooked and his height is
often up for discussion, even though he is nothing to be scoffed at. While short,
he has surmountable strength which makes him a rather formidable and welcome
outsider to the mountain wolves. He has a thin scar over his right eye that did
not manage to blind him. This scar, so he claims, was from a tangle with a...
you guessed it, mountain lion. Possibly another little story of is.Territory: Heyl
Family: N/A
Rank: Omega

Personality:
█ masculine █ resourceful █ head-strong █ enigmatic █ reserved █ amoral █ compulsive █ unself-critical █

This wolf is easy to pick out among the rest of them. He isn't large or heavy (give it time, he'll learn to eat right), and only uses that heavy coat of his to get as dirty as humanly (wolfishly?) possible. He does not converse or work well with others, but often goes along wherever he is instructed. It's easy to assume this world would like to be alone, even if he tends to perk up around specific males or a perky female looking his way. That mouth, if not around the throat of a rabbit, is full of large, polished teeth, which he is proud of and uses for his display of machismo where his height and weight may lack. He can bring both food and other resources to the pack, but has been known to wolf down what he can for himself before crossing borders. No matter how against the rules he may be, or at least boast about being "so against", Zlypes does consider these mountains a true home among many.

Since little is known about this wolf's past, he loves to spin a good tale to impress those he seems to show interest in. Whether this is a romantic pursuit is unknown, as he seems to take very little interest in others, male or female, when he isn't putting on a show. The tales, he claims, are mostly for the pups that he has given an oath to protect and treat as his own. Not much a father figure in the eyes of many, you can imagine he is more of the fun, crazy uncle with a story to tell at any given moment, rather than someone to be looked upon as a role model to the youth. While his dashing good looks for a short fellow and mysterious backstory may be a catch to a guy or gal with the heart of a romantic, he shows little to recognition to genuine affection, friendliness and simple gestures of kindness.

Zlypes believes himself to never be in the wrong and considers his selfishness his own means of survival, along with the excuse of "You haven't been what I've been through" to silence those who judge his face-stuffing or brief episodes of violence or neuroticism. He refuses to seek any healer to ail his wounds or possible mental illness, as he truly believes that this is how the gods, whoever they may be, have made him and wished him to be. While he has every right to blame his parents for the way he is, he keeps the fact that he doesn't even know who they are, in the back of his throat. Suffice to say, he is a end-all, be-all type of macho wolf who does what he can to save his own hide despite the lectures and the shaming.
Pre-Group History:
❝ The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever.❞

PUP; Zlypes was born under the guise of darkness granted by a new moon. His mother, malnourished and desperate to finally be rid of what pups she was caring, soon called her mate so they could depart from the three pups at once. What happened to the other two remains a mystery, but it would be a much better story to assume they were better off dead in a world such as this. The pup's tiny cries must have been loud enough to call the attention of the wild, as a new mother fox soon picked up the scent of blood and despair. However, she did not take the whelp in her jaws by hunger, but instead took the small bundle back to her small den to rest and feed alongside her kits. It was a strange, strained relationship, and at several months old, the pup, without a name or, was soon too big to even get back into the den. While the fox could have done whatever she could have in order to keep the pup as her own and safe, survival was key and not fighting nature came naturally. He fed on bugs, wounded birds, and rotting fish well into his first year. He may have grown but he did not grow well, remaining a rather short and stunted wolf among the rest of the world. Not even the deer would fear him. While this may have given him an advantage to practice stalking and hiding, his hunting skills were next to nothing.

YOUNG ADULT; What became of this new pup during his next few years is shrouded in mystery. Stories may have been told of a wolf living among felines, only to be reject when his size only brought him speed and yet no natural climbing or latching ability. His jaws became strong as he fought to build his own shelters, drag his own food into traps he learned to set up by watching clans and small nomadic packs cross the lands. Not once did he consider joining them, or even revealing himself to them as one of their own. According to this wolf, this creature with no name given to him except the harsh, rough sounds of "bad dog" tosses his way, he was a nobody and a nothing. He walked the plains and the mountains, only finding a so-called home when wandering into the Vektren territory and thoughtlessly agreeing to abide by their rules. While he wouldn't consider himself happy, he knew he was safe. When asked for a name, he remember the harsh, blocky syllables on the tongues of so many. "Zlý-pes," he told them, and that is who he became. Perhaps not a something, but a someone. In this land, this home, he could be of some use despite his size. Beaten by the world around him, he was still a strong, resilient and masculine paragon of a wolf among many. Although he tends to live with his head in his own stormy clouds, maybe this place will take him somewhere... and just maybe, someone will recognize his markings.
Group History: TBA

Other Information:
LIKES;
storms
thunder
the guise of night
to be alone
his free will

DISLIKES;
having to be accompanied or supervised
working in a team or in tandem
the thought of being chosen as a mate
the thought of an arranged marriage becoming his undoing
EXTRA;
voice: Richard Armitage
although not blind in his right eye, he does have more trouble seeing with it during daylight hours
doesn't seem to digest full meals or red meat properly and is often nauseous during the day
amy be suffering from borderline personality disorder due to the lack of mental stability or care in his youth

Description

[ ON THE WAITING LIST. ]

ＺＬＹＰＥＳ
( bad dog. )

Name: ZLYPES
Age: ADULT / 4 years
Gender: MALE
Height: 31"
Weight: 73 lbs.
Build:
Zlypes is a shorter, stocky male, but does not take special care of his heftiness
with any workout regime. His nose is often considered crooked and his height is
often up for discussion, even though he is nothing to be scoffed at. While short,
he has surmountable strength which makes him a rather formidable and welcome
outsider to the mountain wolves. He has a thin scar over his right eye that did
not manage to blind him. This scar, so he claims, was from a tangle with a...
you guessed it, mountain lion. Possibly another little story of is.Territory: Heyl
Family: N/A
Rank: Omega

Personality:
█ masculine █ resourceful █ head-strong █ enigmatic █ reserved █ amoral █ compulsive █ unself-critical █

This wolf is easy to pick out among the rest of them. He isn't large or heavy (give it time, he'll learn to eat right), and only uses that heavy coat of his to get as dirty as humanly (wolfishly?) possible. He does not converse or work well with others, but often goes along wherever he is instructed. It's easy to assume this world would like to be alone, even if he tends to perk up around specific males or a perky female looking his way. That mouth, if not around the throat of a rabbit, is full of large, polished teeth, which he is proud of and uses for his display of machismo where his height and weight may lack. He can bring both food and other resources to the pack, but has been known to wolf down what he can for himself before crossing borders. No matter how against the rules he may be, or at least boast about being "so against", Zlypes does consider these mountains a true home among many.

Since little is known about this wolf's past, he loves to spin a good tale to impress those he seems to show interest in. Whether this is a romantic pursuit is unknown, as he seems to take very little interest in others, male or female, when he isn't putting on a show. The tales, he claims, are mostly for the pups that he has given an oath to protect and treat as his own. Not much a father figure in the eyes of many, you can imagine he is more of the fun, crazy uncle with a story to tell at any given moment, rather than someone to be looked upon as a role model to the youth. While his dashing good looks for a short fellow and mysterious backstory may be a catch to a guy or gal with the heart of a romantic, he shows little to recognition to genuine affection, friendliness and simple gestures of kindness.

Zlypes believes himself to never be in the wrong and considers his selfishness his own means of survival, along with the excuse of "You haven't been what I've been through" to silence those who judge his face-stuffing or brief episodes of violence or neuroticism. He refuses to seek any healer to ail his wounds or possible mental illness, as he truly believes that this is how the gods, whoever they may be, have made him and wished him to be. While he has every right to blame his parents for the way he is, he keeps the fact that he doesn't even know who they are, in the back of his throat. Suffice to say, he is a end-all, be-all type of macho wolf who does what he can to save his own hide despite the lectures and the shaming.
Pre-Group History:
❝ The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever.❞

PUP; Zlypes was born under the guise of darkness granted by a new moon. His mother, malnourished and desperate to finally be rid of what pups she was caring, soon called her mate so they could depart from the three pups at once. What happened to the other two remains a mystery, but it would be a much better story to assume they were better off dead in a world such as this. The pup's tiny cries must have been loud enough to call the attention of the wild, as a new mother fox soon picked up the scent of blood and despair. However, she did not take the whelp in her jaws by hunger, but instead took the small bundle back to her small den to rest and feed alongside her kits. It was a strange, strained relationship, and at several months old, the pup, without a name or, was soon too big to even get back into the den. While the fox could have done whatever she could have in order to keep the pup as her own and safe, survival was key and not fighting nature came naturally. He fed on bugs, wounded birds, and rotting fish well into his first year. He may have grown but he did not grow well, remaining a rather short and stunted wolf among the rest of the world. Not even the deer would fear him. While this may have given him an advantage to practice stalking and hiding, his hunting skills were next to nothing.

YOUNG ADULT; What became of this new pup during his next few years is shrouded in mystery. Stories may have been told of a wolf living among felines, only to be reject when his size only brought him speed and yet no natural climbing or latching ability. His jaws became strong as he fought to build his own shelters, drag his own food into traps he learned to set up by watching clans and small nomadic packs cross the lands. Not once did he consider joining them, or even revealing himself to them as one of their own. According to this wolf, this creature with no name given to him except the harsh, rough sounds of "bad dog" tosses his way, he was a nobody and a nothing. He walked the plains and the mountains, only finding a so-called home when wandering into the Vektren territory and thoughtlessly agreeing to abide by their rules. While he wouldn't consider himself happy, he knew he was safe. When asked for a name, he remember the harsh, blocky syllables on the tongues of so many. "Zlý-pes," he told them, and that is who he became. Perhaps not a something, but a someone. In this land, this home, he could be of some use despite his size. Beaten by the world around him, he was still a strong, resilient and masculine paragon of a wolf among many. Although he tends to live with his head in his own stormy clouds, maybe this place will take him somewhere... and just maybe, someone will recognize his markings.
Group History: TBA

Other Information:
LIKES;
storms
thunder
the guise of night
to be alone
his free will

DISLIKES;
having to be accompanied or supervised
working in a team or in tandem
the thought of being chosen as a mate
the thought of an arranged marriage becoming his undoing
EXTRA;
voice: Richard Armitage
although not blind in his right eye, he does have more trouble seeing with it during daylight hours
doesn't seem to digest full meals or red meat properly and is often nauseous during the day
amy be suffering from borderline personality disorder due to the lack of mental stability or care in his youth