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Bring on the 15th! My boy is ready to come back!~

Name: Razor
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Height: 35" from shoulder to paw.
Weight: 115 lbs.
Build: Razor is a heavy muscled wolf, most of his weight is that of muscles. He has long and powerful legs which are his main weapons when hunting or attacking. He has a square like muzzle that refines the handsome features on his face. Razor's paws are also unusually large for the average wolf, probably because he is a mountain wolf; the hard rock having shaped them over time. Endurance and stamina are also a plus for Razor and he is able to carry his tall and solid frame long distances before becoming exhausted. He is also able to carry other’s and prey upon his back without becoming weak in the knees.
Territory: Chandor
Family: Oakley (Niece)
Rank: Omega
Personality: Strategic | Loyal | Fearless/Brave | Rightful | Short-Tempered | One-With-Nature
  Strategic: Born and raised to fight, Razor has molded into a very strategic being, he might not be the strongest, but his eyes don’t miss much- and he can usually determine his opponents moves and counter-attack with his speed and agility. The environment in which he was raised left Razor very stern, no one ignored his commands, and very few stepped up to challenge him again.

  Loyal: If part of a pack or clan, he is a loyal member- after all, he was raised as a soldier, so he commands and follows orders like one too; only if Razor sees his leader or alpha as a respectable being, otherwise all bets are off.

  Fearless/Brave: The bastard son of the alpha, that is what everyone called him for the longest of time- he had no friends, no love, no one seemed to care. This made Razor distant to all who approached him. He didn’t care for anyone, or anything- not even himself, it left him fearless; which just might be his downfall on day. Razor is brave, and never backs down from a fight!

  Rightful: Razor respects his friends to the fullest, and only does right by them. He is usually calm around friends and polite as well- he truly can be friendly, if you are willing to put up with him and form a relationship with him to begin with; and if you can handle his bad sides and emotions. If you can, and befriend him, he will selflessly put his l ife on the line to defend his friends, family, mate, or pack; he would die for them.

  Short-Tempered: Being raised around soldiers, as a soldier, Razor received little to no love. He was always fighting to obtain his father’s acceptance, though it never came. This left Razor very bitter, and unforgiving. He was always short-tempered at a young age and his level of aggressiveness rose with each passing day as he was taught to fight as a soldier, and he ended up becoming the perfect warrior right under everyone’s noses.

  One-With-Nature: Razor is a wolf that has always kept in touch with nature; he can usually sense when a storm is coming and is able to feel when something is wrong around him- like most wolves can: though it seems as of late in his eyes that many have lost their way, and the way of life with it.

Pre-Group History:  I will be writing a full story on Razor’s life- before the group and of the war once I have the time, but for now I just have some short stuff for you. Liable to change while I finish up his full story.

Pup ( 1-6 months ): Razor father was the Alpha Male of a strong clan in the mountains; his name rang strong in true in each soldier he lead, Zeroes. Even though Razor was the alpha’s son- he was out casted for being the cub of a female that wasn’t the Alpha’s mate. Razor’s father knew he was strong though, being the only cub of the litter that wasn’t a stillborn- even so though, Zeroes would still treat him like a soldier, and nothing m ore; as for his mother, the Alpha Female had her slain for tempting her mate with her body. This left Razor with a father who didn’t love him, and motherless- one could only imagine his mind set that began to form. Many other m embers of the pack would pick on Razor, the only one that cared for him was his den mother; Genta, who was the one he suckled off of when his mother was put down. After he put his suckling days behind him though, Genta had moved onto the next batch of cubs that required a den mother- he didn’t see much of her after that. Being a young soldier, Razor always got into fights with the younger males, her quickly learn that if he fought strong and mercilessly; perhaps then his father would accept him; Razor made sure to never lose, in doing so he established a fighting spirit at a young age. Razor’s only battle scar from his fights was a small slash across his right front paw. Still though- his father never accepted him, and the clan called him the bastard son of the alpha; never associating him by his name.

Juvenile ( 6 months-1 year ): Once he was old enough to go on runs through the clans territory alone, Razor did so- he would be gone for days on end, and at times he would even wonder outside of the territory, wanting to explore new places and challenge new enemies. In doing so, Razor met Markus; a mountain lion that wanted to make a meal of the young wolf. Razor showed so much fighting spirit and very little fear; he didn’t back down from the adult mountain lion, it was then that Markus decided to t each him how to fight, how to use his claws in a m ore efficient and effective way. After teaching Razor for a few months on end, Razor was ready to challenge the Markus again. It was a battle of honor and bravery, and battle in which Razor came out on top. Markus cried tears of a warrior for having died at the claws of a worthy student, and opponent; and Razor wept for the only creature that ever seemed to believe in him. Markus passed, and Razor grew stronger; he didn’t leave the battle though unscathed, Markus had clipped him across the left side of his chest, leaving a permanent scar, and memory of Razor’s victory, and loss.

Young Adult ( 2-3 years ): Being taught how to fight with his claws, Razor’s leg power increased exponentially, and his brawls with the other soldiers of his father’s pack ended up with wounded, or dead opponents. This caught Zeroes’ attention, and the day came with Razor finally confronted him- challenging him to a fight; life or death, only one makes it out alive. Zeroes instructed his soldiers not to attack, no matter the outcome; and the fight began. None from the clan knew of Razor’s t raining with Markus, but Razor also knew nothing of his father’s t raining either. The battle lasted a length of time, both inflicting damage on one another, but Razor had grown, he was a young adult, a strong, fast, valiant, and fearless one. Zeroes thought he had won when he marked the right side of Razor’s face with a nasty gash; the whole clan cheered, and the Alpha Female watched from the alpha’s high boulder. Zeroes laughed, gloating as Razor lay on the ground, bleeding out, unmoving. They all thought he was dead. A growl began to rumble from Razor’s throat though, slowly he rose up and all became silent again, Zeroes stared in disbelief. Zeroes finally laughed, breaking the silence, and causing the other members of the pack to back up a bit, they assumed their leader had gone mad. This wasn’t the case, he spoke out, to the whole pack, stating that the only reason Razor lived was because he had the blood of a leader flowing through his veins, that the only reason he lived was because he was Zeroes blood and son. Razor had finally been accepted by his father, but it was too late- he no longer cared. There was a roar, it sounded like a lion’s but it had erupted form Razor’s throat as he raced at the alpha male. There was a short scuffle this time, Zeroes got Razor on his left back leg, but Razor had him around the neck. He ripped and twisted, swinging his head back and forth so fast and efficiently. Blood sprayed everywhere the alpha howled in pain, and then dropped to the ground, limp, bleeding out- eyes glazed over with death. Razor stood above the body growling, blood dripping from his muzzle and soaked his taste buds. It was over. No one moved, no one but the alpha female who had her hackles raised and was growling. “KILL HIM!”She shouted, and they all jumped and howled in command of their new leader. They went after Razor- but it was too late, he had already vanished from sight; his objective since he was young had been fulfilled, he had killed the man he hated so much.

Adult ( 4 years ): Razor became an unforgiving creature, he fought bravely and fearless, and withheld the name that seemed to echo around the mountains about him; The Ripper. Every time someone spoke it, his whole body tingled with pleasure of being recognized by such a violent title. Razor the Ripper. After challenging foes, large and small- Razor decided he needed a change of scenery- he left his father’s land and moved onto a new land- ready for any new challenges that might confront him along the way.

Adult ( 5 years ): Razor had a wonderful life, he had met many friends; Impala, Phen, and more near the mountains he called his temporary home. Then his sister showed up, his step-sister he never knew he had. She wanted to kill him for killing her father, who was also his father. She was so young when it happened she hadn’t understand any of it and sought to destroy Razor for murdering her father. Finally, after being attacked and then calming her down- Razor explained what had happened and why he did what he did, and his sister, Six, seemed to understand. Suddenly though, Six’s mate-to-be burst through the brush snarling and demanding that she came home at once; by the queens orders. This lead to a fight between Razor and male known as Draco, and then the male ran off once he had been wounded and didn’t want to die; he knew when to flee, but he also had wounded Razor as well. Razor and Six had no time to say goodbye to their friends as they raced after the male wolf; hoping to catch him before he made it back to Onhu- but they were too late. A War broke out, followers of the queen against the rebels who were tired of her reign, lead by Razor and Six. There was much blood, death, and sorrow that followed those dark weeks but finally an end was found as Razor tossed aside the motionless body of Draco and glared darkly at the queen who had once exiled him. She was old, too old to fight him, and he had already take care of her top dogs- she was next. Yet, Six stopped Razor from killing her, and instead, Six herself banished the queen and then released a howl of victory, which soon turned into rumbling across the mountains as all the other wolves howled with joy- peace had returned to Onhu. Razor was Alpha, and Six was second in command, everything seemed right in the world again- or at least Razor thought. Something was missing, a void in himself- what was wrong with him? He wasn’t sick, and even though his body was littered with scars; he felt stronger than ever before. A few weeks passed before Razor realized what he was missing, what was wrong with him. He was fishing, when Six had shoved him into the deeper waters, and it hit him like a wild stag to the chest. As he swam back to the shore, his tail wagging rapidly as he figured out his problem, he embraced his sister adn told her to take over Onhu and keep it in peace as he knew he didn’t belong here- but back in the other lands, with someone who impacted his life so much, and taught him how to swim- he belonged with Phen. Razor then darted away and made toward the Chandor pack territory, it was a long run, and the male wolf didn’t take any breaks, but he didn’t care; he loved Phen and he was going to tell her, whether she rejected him or not, Razor had finally found where he belonged!

Group History:

  April: 2 Bones Gained -- 0 Bones Spent
          15th - Application Accepted: Return of Razor Acknowledged ( +2 bones )

  Total Bones: 2

Other: Here is a link for what Razor's application will look like once accepted!

Razor (c) Sparkanine

For Group

Description
Bring on the 15th! My boy is ready to come back!~

Name: Razor
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Height: 35" from shoulder to paw.
Weight: 115 lbs.
Build: Razor is a heavy muscled wolf, most of his weight is that of muscles. He has long and powerful legs which are his main weapons when hunting or attacking. He has a square like muzzle that refines the handsome features on his face. Razor's paws are also unusually large for the average wolf, probably because he is a mountain wolf; the hard rock having shaped them over time. Endurance and stamina are also a plus for Razor and he is able to carry his tall and solid frame long distances before becoming exhausted. He is also able to carry other’s and prey upon his back without becoming weak in the knees.
Territory: Chandor
Family: Oakley (Niece)
Rank: Omega
Personality: Strategic | Loyal | Fearless/Brave | Rightful | Short-Tempered | One-With-Nature
  Strategic: Born and raised to fight, Razor has molded into a very strategic being, he might not be the strongest, but his eyes don’t miss much- and he can usually determine his opponents moves and counter-attack with his speed and agility. The environment in which he was raised left Razor very stern, no one ignored his commands, and very few stepped up to challenge him again.

  Loyal: If part of a pack or clan, he is a loyal member- after all, he was raised as a soldier, so he commands and follows orders like one too; only if Razor sees his leader or alpha as a respectable being, otherwise all bets are off.

  Fearless/Brave: The bastard son of the alpha, that is what everyone called him for the longest of time- he had no friends, no love, no one seemed to care. This made Razor distant to all who approached him. He didn’t care for anyone, or anything- not even himself, it left him fearless; which just might be his downfall on day. Razor is brave, and never backs down from a fight!

  Rightful: Razor respects his friends to the fullest, and only does right by them. He is usually calm around friends and polite as well- he truly can be friendly, if you are willing to put up with him and form a relationship with him to begin with; and if you can handle his bad sides and emotions. If you can, and befriend him, he will selflessly put his l ife on the line to defend his friends, family, mate, or pack; he would die for them.

  Short-Tempered: Being raised around soldiers, as a soldier, Razor received little to no love. He was always fighting to obtain his father’s acceptance, though it never came. This left Razor very bitter, and unforgiving. He was always short-tempered at a young age and his level of aggressiveness rose with each passing day as he was taught to fight as a soldier, and he ended up becoming the perfect warrior right under everyone’s noses.

  One-With-Nature: Razor is a wolf that has always kept in touch with nature; he can usually sense when a storm is coming and is able to feel when something is wrong around him- like most wolves can: though it seems as of late in his eyes that many have lost their way, and the way of life with it.

Pre-Group History:  I will be writing a full story on Razor’s life- before the group and of the war once I have the time, but for now I just have some short stuff for you. Liable to change while I finish up his full story.

Pup ( 1-6 months ): Razor father was the Alpha Male of a strong clan in the mountains; his name rang strong in true in each soldier he lead, Zeroes. Even though Razor was the alpha’s son- he was out casted for being the cub of a female that wasn’t the Alpha’s mate. Razor’s father knew he was strong though, being the only cub of the litter that wasn’t a stillborn- even so though, Zeroes would still treat him like a soldier, and nothing m ore; as for his mother, the Alpha Female had her slain for tempting her mate with her body. This left Razor with a father who didn’t love him, and motherless- one could only imagine his mind set that began to form. Many other m embers of the pack would pick on Razor, the only one that cared for him was his den mother; Genta, who was the one he suckled off of when his mother was put down. After he put his suckling days behind him though, Genta had moved onto the next batch of cubs that required a den mother- he didn’t see much of her after that. Being a young soldier, Razor always got into fights with the younger males, her quickly learn that if he fought strong and mercilessly; perhaps then his father would accept him; Razor made sure to never lose, in doing so he established a fighting spirit at a young age. Razor’s only battle scar from his fights was a small slash across his right front paw. Still though- his father never accepted him, and the clan called him the bastard son of the alpha; never associating him by his name.

Juvenile ( 6 months-1 year ): Once he was old enough to go on runs through the clans territory alone, Razor did so- he would be gone for days on end, and at times he would even wonder outside of the territory, wanting to explore new places and challenge new enemies. In doing so, Razor met Markus; a mountain lion that wanted to make a meal of the young wolf. Razor showed so much fighting spirit and very little fear; he didn’t back down from the adult mountain lion, it was then that Markus decided to t each him how to fight, how to use his claws in a m ore efficient and effective way. After teaching Razor for a few months on end, Razor was ready to challenge the Markus again. It was a battle of honor and bravery, and battle in which Razor came out on top. Markus cried tears of a warrior for having died at the claws of a worthy student, and opponent; and Razor wept for the only creature that ever seemed to believe in him. Markus passed, and Razor grew stronger; he didn’t leave the battle though unscathed, Markus had clipped him across the left side of his chest, leaving a permanent scar, and memory of Razor’s victory, and loss.

Young Adult ( 2-3 years ): Being taught how to fight with his claws, Razor’s leg power increased exponentially, and his brawls with the other soldiers of his father’s pack ended up with wounded, or dead opponents. This caught Zeroes’ attention, and the day came with Razor finally confronted him- challenging him to a fight; life or death, only one makes it out alive. Zeroes instructed his soldiers not to attack, no matter the outcome; and the fight began. None from the clan knew of Razor’s t raining with Markus, but Razor also knew nothing of his father’s t raining either. The battle lasted a length of time, both inflicting damage on one another, but Razor had grown, he was a young adult, a strong, fast, valiant, and fearless one. Zeroes thought he had won when he marked the right side of Razor’s face with a nasty gash; the whole clan cheered, and the Alpha Female watched from the alpha’s high boulder. Zeroes laughed, gloating as Razor lay on the ground, bleeding out, unmoving. They all thought he was dead. A growl began to rumble from Razor’s throat though, slowly he rose up and all became silent again, Zeroes stared in disbelief. Zeroes finally laughed, breaking the silence, and causing the other members of the pack to back up a bit, they assumed their leader had gone mad. This wasn’t the case, he spoke out, to the whole pack, stating that the only reason Razor lived was because he had the blood of a leader flowing through his veins, that the only reason he lived was because he was Zeroes blood and son. Razor had finally been accepted by his father, but it was too late- he no longer cared. There was a roar, it sounded like a lion’s but it had erupted form Razor’s throat as he raced at the alpha male. There was a short scuffle this time, Zeroes got Razor on his left back leg, but Razor had him around the neck. He ripped and twisted, swinging his head back and forth so fast and efficiently. Blood sprayed everywhere the alpha howled in pain, and then dropped to the ground, limp, bleeding out- eyes glazed over with death. Razor stood above the body growling, blood dripping from his muzzle and soaked his taste buds. It was over. No one moved, no one but the alpha female who had her hackles raised and was growling. “KILL HIM!”She shouted, and they all jumped and howled in command of their new leader. They went after Razor- but it was too late, he had already vanished from sight; his objective since he was young had been fulfilled, he had killed the man he hated so much.

Adult ( 4 years ): Razor became an unforgiving creature, he fought bravely and fearless, and withheld the name that seemed to echo around the mountains about him; The Ripper. Every time someone spoke it, his whole body tingled with pleasure of being recognized by such a violent title. Razor the Ripper. After challenging foes, large and small- Razor decided he needed a change of scenery- he left his father’s land and moved onto a new land- ready for any new challenges that might confront him along the way.

Adult ( 5 years ): Razor had a wonderful life, he had met many friends; Impala, Phen, and more near the mountains he called his temporary home. Then his sister showed up, his step-sister he never knew he had. She wanted to kill him for killing her father, who was also his father. She was so young when it happened she hadn’t understand any of it and sought to destroy Razor for murdering her father. Finally, after being attacked and then calming her down- Razor explained what had happened and why he did what he did, and his sister, Six, seemed to understand. Suddenly though, Six’s mate-to-be burst through the brush snarling and demanding that she came home at once; by the queens orders. This lead to a fight between Razor and male known as Draco, and then the male ran off once he had been wounded and didn’t want to die; he knew when to flee, but he also had wounded Razor as well. Razor and Six had no time to say goodbye to their friends as they raced after the male wolf; hoping to catch him before he made it back to Onhu- but they were too late. A War broke out, followers of the queen against the rebels who were tired of her reign, lead by Razor and Six. There was much blood, death, and sorrow that followed those dark weeks but finally an end was found as Razor tossed aside the motionless body of Draco and glared darkly at the queen who had once exiled him. She was old, too old to fight him, and he had already take care of her top dogs- she was next. Yet, Six stopped Razor from killing her, and instead, Six herself banished the queen and then released a howl of victory, which soon turned into rumbling across the mountains as all the other wolves howled with joy- peace had returned to Onhu. Razor was Alpha, and Six was second in command, everything seemed right in the world again- or at least Razor thought. Something was missing, a void in himself- what was wrong with him? He wasn’t sick, and even though his body was littered with scars; he felt stronger than ever before. A few weeks passed before Razor realized what he was missing, what was wrong with him. He was fishing, when Six had shoved him into the deeper waters, and it hit him like a wild stag to the chest. As he swam back to the shore, his tail wagging rapidly as he figured out his problem, he embraced his sister adn told her to take over Onhu and keep it in peace as he knew he didn’t belong here- but back in the other lands, with someone who impacted his life so much, and taught him how to swim- he belonged with Phen. Razor then darted away and made toward the Chandor pack territory, it was a long run, and the male wolf didn’t take any breaks, but he didn’t care; he loved Phen and he was going to tell her, whether she rejected him or not, Razor had finally found where he belonged!

Group History:

  April: 2 Bones Gained -- 0 Bones Spent
          15th - Application Accepted: Return of Razor Acknowledged ( +2 bones )

  Total Bones: 2

Other: Here is a link for what Razor's application will look like once accepted!

Razor (c) Sparkanine

For Group