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[† Kadaver †]

Full Name: Royce
Nickname: Roy
Breed: Timber
Height:Thirty-six inches At front shoulders (Three feet).
Gender: Male
Appearance: With a strong built stature, Royce is an altogether handsome wolf. If he were a human, he would be a tall, dark, and handsome body builder of about 200 pounds. His pelt is thick, and he almost never loses his winter coat (a trait from his father which he dispises beyond all sane reason). It makes summers almost unbearable for him, and his wet, pink tongue is almost always lolling out inbetween his ivory canines. His pelt holds a grayish coloring from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail. His underbelly is not the average white, but lined with a rusty colored hue. His paws are massive, the ebony talons jutting out from his pawpads leaveing him one hell of a war machine that isn't to be tampered with. His face is a lighter gray than the rest of his back, his eyes a magnificent, icy blue that can easily give him a colder appearence than he hopes for. Royce is, by all means, not an unkind wolf, but mearly a teen who never grew up.

His muscular build keeps him powerful, but he is a sprinter. He lives for the short-term speed, and then gets tuckered out quickly. He talks in his sleep, and only then do his true thoughts on his fears become available to the world outside his mind.
Age: Three
Personality: Royce is quite reckless, and hears strongly to the saying “you only get to go around once” . He will do anything for kicks. Knowing he should follow orders, if anything seems stupid through his eyes he immediately rebels, but he knows what is best for everyone else and would never purposely put anyone in the way of death’s grasp. Roy is quite the flirt when it comes to the ladies, and he has no problem jumping from one girl to another, as stated below.

He gets agitated quite easily, and if some plan of his falls through he really goes down on himself with the "what ifs" and "if onlys". He refuses to cry, and maintains his tough appearance quite easily. He’s usually very friendly when meeting someone, and never judges on first impressions. He’s had his share of bad days, why shouldn’t the rest of the world? Roy refuses to take part in silly rumors, and hates relying on second sources for information. That’s just how he is, “I have to know the truth, and I have to know now!” He is also quite impatient, if you couldn't quite figure that one out yourself.

On the other hand, every bit of his personality would change for that special gal. He would think things through, he would be patient with her, and his loyalty wouldn’t waver. He just hasn’t found that strong of an attraction in a femme before. Flings and crushes are currently his game. Royce is, simply putting it, a playa at the moment. He doesn't put up with beating on girls at all and would be quick to throw himself in the way of flashing fangs headed twords one. He could never be a "master" and refuses to be enslaved. Until he finds and or starts a pack of his own, Roy will be nothing more than a free-roamer due to the rebellious attitude God crowned him with.
History: Born to a wh*reish lone female who couldn’t have possibly cared less for the pups she bore, Roy was one of the two survivors of a litter of five. After being able to hunt on their own, he and his sister, Kolkel left their mother younger than usual. His father came back when they were about a year old after he had heard that they were born and tried to kill them, making his mother able to be his little toy again immediately. His mother was small, and was in no shape to battle of his giant father, so they pups ran. They didn’t have the skill to take on their moose of a father, and their mother succumbed to his loins once again, although she showed absolutly no displeasure in that factor.

At a year old, the pair lived and hunted together, quite content on their lifestyle. Within about six months, the small area that they called home had been picked dry of prey, and it because. By the time they were two, another male joined their small group. Royce already had the mind of a leader, and was quick to butt heads with the loner for dominance (to to mention the "protect little sister" gene most boys have). Hunting became easier, and his sister became heavier. He suspected that her diet was becoming more bountiful from the help of the other male, but he missed the fact that she was head over paws for the loner as well. He didn’t realize until she went into labor that she carried his pups. Not even did all that sink in until he was shoved away from the two, being called a disgruntled freeloader, and taking food that should be used to nourish the young.
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Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming?: Free-Roamer.

[Lugubrious]

Accepted. -jabs stormy-

No locking! XD;

[† Kadaver †]

Thhhhank you! His picture is up, too.

[[Vengeance]]

Okay x3 Why not? Very nice though, I must say

[† Kadaver †]

Tanks! -feels uber loved-