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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Nov 20, 2009 1:01:50 GMT -5
NAME:
O'Malley
NICKNAMES:
He’s never liked his name, and opts to telling everyone that it’s Steel.
DESIRED RANK:
Something respected, so that others will listen and take his words to heart.
AGE:
5 years
LOOKS:
O’Malley isn’t particularly larger than average among his male companions, but it does appear that way in his certain personal aspects. His chest is deep, holding a slightly larger cavity than most. Deeper chest, larger lungs – it gives him a great advantage when running, though his speed isn’t anything incredible, his endurance is spectacular. Most wolves are accredited with running for hours, close to days, on end, O’Malley easily matches and surpasses anything any competitor can dish out. His front legs are long, adding to his stride while also giving him well-practiced agility as well. Forepaws are typical to any male his size and well proportionate with his body. His claws are dull and a bit ragged, just like any other canine of the wild’s tend to be. Another feature that makes him appear larger than average is his thick mane. It’s not long and flowing and it’s fur is not smooth and comforting. It’s actually quite ragged, with coarse hairs, and it hangs to the sides of his neck nearly like a maned wolf’s. And quite like his shaggy-do, is his tail. The same, long, coarse fur grows from it and makes it appear much larger than it actually is. And while O’Malley loves the appearance of his mane and tail, at times they can get in the way. Even if he’s simply looking to his side, if the wind is blowing in just the right direction, his mane will blow in his own face and poke his eyes and tickle his own nose with its hairs. And constantly in brush land –where burrs grow and flourish like wildfire- his tail gets caught in the thorns or layered with burrs that are a wretched pain to remove. But while the fur upon his neck and tail are quite bushy and full, the rest of his physique is relatively smooth. The fine hairs upon his snout and face are puppy-paw smooth to the touch, as well as the fur along his spine and legs. His jawline appears to have stiff, coarse hairs like his mane, but instead the furs are smooth like the rest of his face. At his chest and the upper joints of his legs the fur grows a bit longer than the rest but it is still extremely smooth and pleasant to the touch. His ears are rounded at their peaks with a bit of ragged fur at their bases. O’Malley keeps himself clean and up-to-date with his hygiene, but he’s no where near obsessive about it.
The male's fur is a lush, deep black that is stained with maroon along all paws, fading into black while it goes up his legs. The ragged, thick fur upon his tail also owns the dark red hue; fading into black the closer it gets to his body. O'Malley's mane is also spiked with maroon in some areas, giving him a "blood-stained" appearance. His teeth, which are also somewhat red-dusted, don't help either. Paw pads, ear tips, and even his claws are all deep maroon. The truth is, he is born like this. Even his nose is reddish in color.
ELEMENT:
Fire- -O’Malley creates fire from his mouth. Just above his lungs are small pockets – almost two small lungs – and here his body stores gasses in them. Whenever O’Malley burns his fire, a bi-product of the combustion is carbon-monoxide. This gas is drawn into the extra ‘lungs’ when they expand (creating a vacuum). There they close off and contract, condensing the gas inside and not taking up extensive room. The small lungs are never empty, because every time he burns something, the gasses that are released are drawn back into his lungs. The ability is connected directly to his nervous system, enabling him to control it in a sudden blast, or a small jet flame. The color is mainly an off white – clear color, but in high intensity may begin to burn yellow at the edges. He cannot sustain it for long, because the intense contraction of the muscles tire quickly. Only for a quick minute or so, but if he limits himself to small bursts he can continue for minutes at a time. The fire is relatively odorless, unless it’s burning something – then it smells like whatever is burning. His insides are highly fire resistant to resist his own ability, as are his chops and his maw. O’Malley rarely uses this in fights, preferring to put his ability to better uses. He likes using it as a tool, making fires to keep warm, or cutting objects clean. O’Malley hates destroying something, and much prefers to make something; like heating water to create steam to warm a meal.
PERSONALITY:
In one word, O'Malley is intelligent. The gears within his head are anything but rusty. He's inquisitive and constantly trying to figure out how the world works- which includes other wolves. He's brilliant when it comes to solving problems, and has actually used 'tools' before to get something he wanted. He’s great with strategizing and especially seeing the outcome of an action where someone else cannot. His knowledge of the world is vast and he holds knowledge in general in the highest regards. Teaching pups, and teaching them correctly is very important to him. He loves to share what he knows with others, though easily gets frustrated and a bit snippy if they cannot keep up. And with his intelligence comes blunt honesty. He doesn’t lie simply because he doesn’t see the point of it –save for his name-. O’Malley doesn’t lie, and doesn’t tolerate liars. Hiding knowledge? That’s preposterous! It’s pointless and gets nowhere. One –no matter how small and white- always leads to another, and soon the whole world is nothing but lies. He won’t snap at you if he finds that you’ve lied, you’ll most likely get a small lecture before he shakes his head and walks away because you’ve lost his trust. His voice is something brilliant, especially with his personal choice of words and tones. It’s one of obvious higher intelligence –or one who has that opinion- and it’s intriguing to listen to. But, as much as he loves to talk –quite often to himself, working out a problem or solution within his head- O’Malley isn’t one to socialize much. Except, of course, with the ladies. Ah, ladies, O’Malley loves them. And with his clever banter and muscular build, they often love him as well. Like every male, no matter the intelligence, he’s rather dumb when it comes to females. To put it simply, he’s a flirt and a ladies’ man all wrapped in one package. But although he loves to lead all the ladies on, O’Malley only truly appreciates a certain kind. Not the kind of females who snap at the slightest hint of a jab, nor those who seem to depend on others for everything. No. The type he would socialize with is those ladies with a strong wills and minds of their own. If they can match his witty banter and poke fun back at him, they’ll catch his eye. Although he doesn’t necessarily have a temper, it is possible to get on his rough side. More often then not, he’ll have nothing to do with the offending wolf – after a few choice words, of course – and he’ll simply walk away to let his temper cool. O’Malley especially lets loose his tongue if someone is simply not willing to learn. And although he doesn’t let it show too often, he’s has a wit that would make scholars scurrying frantically for a comeback of their own.
EYES:
His right eye is of fiery amber, revealing a deep and hidden intellect. The iris is deeply colored, stained with rust around the edges of the pupil and dusted with gold at the middle. The sclera of his eyes is white, as it ought to be, but one can see that bordering the iris are smudges of amber. It is often narrowed in what is constantly mistaken as disdain or hostility.
His other eye is pressed shut by a scar that snakes over both lids. It isn't the kind one would associate immediately with a villain: the long, snakelike one that announces evilness to all. Instead, it is a bare, ugly welt that marks his face. No fur grows on it, and thus the scar remains the beige color of flesh. The amount of stiff, scarred tissue surrounding the muscles of this eye is so great that O'Malley cannot raise or lower his left brow out at all. Any emotion he conveys can only be detected within his right eye. And when he 'cocks' his brow in confusion, he looks quite funny.
WINGS:
None. His family was that of the wingless species.
HISTORY:
O’Malley was originally born and raised in the Toko Forest. His parent’s weren’t alphas but they had been given permission by the kind leader at the time to bare children. O’Malley wishes he could remember that leader’s name, but it eludes him as an adult. He constantly compares leaders to what he remembers from the very first one he knew, and so far one has yet to match up. O’Malley grew up with three other brothers, they were all remarkably similar in appearance, “two set’s of twins” the pack would joke. But even if they looked alike as pups, that was the only connection he felt with his siblings. He wasn’t the smallest growing up, since they were all about the same size, but because he didn’t “act big” he was pushed to the bottom of the dog-pile by his brothers. O’Malley couldn’t hate them – they were family – but he could not enjoy their presence. And he did that remarkably well and often. He would often be found by another pack member wandering away from the den or into the forest on his own. And whenever they would pick him up to bring him back to safety, he’d always whine and complain. But the few times he was able to sneak away with no one looking turned into his favorite memories of his childhood.
O’Malley remembers, as if he were still there, exploring the insides of a hollowed log, or coming across a large puddle after a huge rainstorm. The memory of the puddle is his favorite: he can recall every single thought he had that day. He had stumbled, nearly into, a large muddy puddle – the size of a pond compared to the small pup – and there were frogs everywhere. He chased them at first, romping as pups do, but then gears began turning within his mind, and he asked himself the question that started it all: ‘How do they hop?’. The black pup then settled, and began studying the frogs, how they moved when calm, how they kicked in the water and kicked on land to spring into the air. He was fascinated by the mechanics of their legs, how they were shaped and how the muscles were so large when compared to the rest of the amphibian’s body. It was that moment that sparked his wonder in the world. From that moment on he wanted to know anything and everything, but more so, share it with everyone.
The young pup sprinted as fast as his little legs would take him, back to his mum and pa to tell them how and why frogs could jump so high. But his eagerness disappeared when his parents had no interest in what he had discovered. The only thing on their mind was punishment for him wandering off on his own. After that, O’Malley never really felt close to his parents, it had only been a child’s misunderstanding, but he had been deeply hurt by the incident; his puppy-pride squished beneath discipline. And he never tried to share anything with his parents again, making himself feel like even more of an outcast amongst his family. From there he grew up observing the world, the gears of his mind growing more and more fluid and faster with every passing day. Occasionally he would try to educate a pack member, or lecture some younger youth, but he never truly felt like any one actually listened to him other than for pure entertainment. It always irked him that the passing of his knowledge wasn’t taken seriously, but that never stopped him from sharing it.
O’Malley’s parents eventually passed in the cold of one harsh winter. He was sad, but not overly so, it had been their time to go. But what had truly soured him that year, was the newest Alpha – Corrinth. O’Malley had seen questionable leadership before, but not one so much as this wolf displayed. His personality was only of extremes, and always was ever changing. O’Malley wondered if this wolf was truly stable (in the mental department). His patience and temper had grown short in this year, but he had never truly been angered until he found out that this alpha had the intention of scarring a young orphan pup for hunting on his lands without permission. O’Malley had never been outraged before, so when his anger reached it’s peak he was truly at a lose for words. Thank goodness the pup was not hurt – due to the kindness of another wolf who accepted the punishment as his own, but that still didn’t lessen the matter. This wolf was unstable and unsafe for the pack as a whole. And if they could not see it, O’Malley would make them.
He had approached the Alpha and given him a large piece of his mind. But that was also when O’Malley found the true reason that this wolf had become Alpha, and it was strength alone, brute strength. He bares the scar across his face as a reminder of this incident. Afterwards, O’Malley left the pack, taking on the life of a loner. It was harsh, but not as much as he had been prepared for. He supposes that it was easier for him simply because he is smarter than most. As a loner he conditioned himself, working every muscle until it strained and burned. And as a result, he is now quite the good looking male (if he does say so himself). He fed himself well, and kept his health at his peak. And when he heard the call from Toko that a new alpha had risen to power, he was prepared to return home.
OTHER INFO:
He may talk to himself when he thinks he's alone, and can get so deep in thought he could walk off of a cliff and not notice. He may occasionally be a gentleman to females.
GENES: Mother: O’Malley’s mother was nothing extraordinary. She did look nice for a female wolf, but he never thought he would like a girl like that for company. Because she never really worked at all and was quite ‘preppish’ (as he heard other females back-talk her as a pup) her frame was thin and slender. Her fur was outstandingly smooth and sleek, but it wasn’t natural, and only due to the fact that she did nothing but groom herself in her spare time. She was entirely black, with a bit of gray dusted upon her chin and paws. Her claws were unusually sharp as she never liked to run or get them dirty. Her eyes were a lavishing orange, like a cold fire against her midnight fur. She could breathe fire, same way her sons can.
Father: O’Malley’s father was of average size and body build. His muscles were developed, but not overly so. He worked hard to pull his family’s weight through the pack, getting food for them as well as hunting for the pack as a hole. His fur was a deep brown, with bright red starting at each paw and fading up on his legs. His bushy tail was this way as well, and he had a bit of red dusted on his neck, but it wasn’t much. His eyes were as bright a red as his paws, and they easily scared little pups whose’ mothers told them stories of red-eyed monsters lurking in the dark. He could breathe fire, but O'Malley remembers it being very weak, and his father rarely did it.
MATE:
None
PUPS:
None
ZODIAC SIGN:
Leo
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