Halo

[lexi]

Name: Halo
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight

Base Color: Brown
Markings: Brown slowly fades away into black, becoming a dark, shadow like color. There is a silver marking which swirls about his eye, as well as a few silver specks on his muzzle.
Mutation(s): Large wings, which, like his coat, has a black color, though the wing tips are slightly brown.
Eye Color: Ice Blue, though slightly faded due to his blindness.

Defects: Was born blind. Has been all his life.

Personality:
A sweet and kind young wolf, Halo is the type who will always be there for a loved one no matter what. In a sense, he is the friend you can lean on, the one being in a crowd of enemies that will stand by you, no matter the consequences. To him, it's either you live life, or you don't. You have to make every moment count. Now, normally, when it comes to being aggressive, Halo is not the one you will find being the first to spring into a fight. Rather, he'd be the one to stay back as far as possible. He is one who hates violence, and doesn't particularly like to be involved with such a thing.

This isn't to say Halo can't be mean in any sort of way, for he can. Despite his disability, he can still take care of himself in a fit quite well. You won't find many wolves with his sort of fighting style. After all, he has had to accommodate for his lack of sight. Over all though, he is a good natured wolf, and will do anything to keep loved ones out of harms way. So you better hope you don't do anything to get on his bad side, because things may not end well for you.

History:
Halo was born into a meager litter of only three on a cold winter's morning, his mother by his side as a harsh snowstorm raged meer feet from where he lay. Little did he know, he would never see the outside world in his life. Even from the first day he opened his eyes, he could see nothing but the empty darkness, and with one look into his eyes, his mother had known he was blind from the foggy look his eyes contained.

Life was difficult for him in his early years, for more often times than not, his mother would not let him play outside with his siblings, for in her belief, she did not think he would be capable of doing so. She thought he would get hurt with such an act, due to his disability. But dispite her pleas and words, he would not listen, instead sometimes even sneaking away from his mother for a few mere moments just to practice being on his own, sharpening his senses.

One day, when he was around one year old, he and his siblings had been out with their mother hunting when suddenly a bear had appeared. Not knowing what to do, he had stood rigged, trying to make sense of what was going on about him from the jumble of noises in the air. By the time he realized what had happened though, he was to late.

Halo had fled the scene with the metallic scent of bleed in his nose, fear on his mind. That was the day he had made a silent vow to himself that he wouldn't ever let another get hurt, not if he could have a chance to stop it. From then on, he trained himself, honed his senses so that he could have a better chance of survival, both to protect himself and any others he may need to protect in the future. As of current, Halo is with no one, and lives by himself as a loner.

[oatmeal]