Winsong

Subject: Winsong June 24th 2014, 8:36 pm

• Name •
| Winsong |

• Gender •
| Male |

• Strength •
| Strength; He is a young muscled brute, with much power in his body |
| Agile; He is very quick, both in speed and in reflexes. It's hard to catch him off guard this way |
| Sly; He uses words to charm others into what he wants done, and he does this unconsciously, and he does often lie, without a even the slight feeling of guilt |
| Emotionless; His ability to separate personal and formal feelings comes very easily to him, and makes it easy to choose between life or death when another comes between it |

• Weakness •
| Stamina; He doesn't hold the ability to run long distances |
| Insecure; If you find the right places to strike, he will become jelly in your fingers. His mentality is far from stable, however down to earth he may seem |
| Empty; Winsong has little to cling to, not even his longing to live. Nothing comes easy to him, except to seem confident and stable despite feeling like a wreck inside, he's mastered it after all these years |
| Cowardly; He will run if the situation seems grim, but when death seems imminent, or if it is a quick and painless one, he will stare at it like it's a chance at freedom |

• Pelt Color •
| Pale Silver |

• Markings •
| A scratch mark across the bridge of his nose and a long pink carving in his stomach, but it has been covered by fur so one would be unable to see it |

• Eye color •
| Periwinkle |

• Personality •
| Winsong comes off as an arrogant, sadistic kind of wolf. Inwardly, he has many insecurities and lies to himself about how he goes about his life. He acts cold and puts down others due to inferiority complex. He never reveals what he is really feeling, but his impulsive actions signal the act of desperation to impress or to complete the satisfaction of what he doesn't have. He does not do well with procrastination or lack of stimulation. He will go crazy if you put him by himself, left with only his thoughts. This leads to his miserable and closed off existence |

• History •
| His personality came from nothing more than bad parenting, it was on his mother's part, since his father, Badar, basically disregarded his family due to his lost first love, his mother being the second choice. He threw the rest of his family in with it. He was picked out of his litter to be the pack successor, always trained to be better than the others. Death threats were common from Lucine, she used him to impress her mate, and he had caught on later on in life, but it never succeeded in drawing attention. His father sometimes doted on his siblings, but he had spent so much time with his mother, he thought that he had turned out too much like her, and pushed him away along with Lucine. Winsong had always wanted to impress Badar as well, but it never worked and he now seeks approval from others. He was taught early that those lower than him were to be used, played around with like pawns. This turned him into a bully, and when his father fell from power, he had lost that authority and was thrown to the wind. His mother continued his training, but was even more brutal, as if blaming him for their fall from power. One day he killed her in a training session, taking it a bit far as if to instill fear in his now old, frail mother. This caused an uproar in the pack, and in his trial, he challenged the Alpha, his father past beta, for authority over the pack. He was still very cocky then, and failed. He was demoted to Omega, the shaming mark still buried under his fur. His demotion to an Omega instilled his inferiority complex, and began the bout of insecurity hidden away when he was a pup. Many moons went by, and when another pack challenged them for their land, his pack was defeated and had to leave. The long trek without their leader, had taken place during winter, and Winsong had been left behind. They had crossed a frozen lake, a shortcut, but he fell below the surface, thought to have died. He managed to drag himself out of the lake and not freeze to death the night after |

• Other •
| He has somehow convinced himself that the wound on his nose is always open, and will cringe in pain if you touch it |
| Winsong means moon, in what language the author does not remember. The rest of his family also have name sakes associated with the moon |

• Picture(s) •

Lineart Credit

• Human or Wolf •
| Wolf |

Subject: Re: Winsong June 24th 2014, 8:40 pm

Accepted by me!! :P