..:Name:..
Urok
..:Meaning:..
Charm, or Spell in Polish
..:Age:..
Three years of age
..:Gender:..
Male
..:Personality:..
Urok is a but rough around the edges, having been born a demon he naturally has a malicious aura about him. The brute loves battle and the taste of blood more prone to chew your head off, though this being said he is not lacking in intelligence. Urok has been alone his entire life, never having a home nor any friends or family, he has absolutely no clue where he came from or who he was before he woke up in that damnedable pit. Many have attacked him, out of fear for what he is, and in turn he was forced to kill them simply to defend himself, over time he has slowly grown cold on the outside whole at the same time holding on to a large heart on the inside. Having been alone for so long he has developed tendancies to be anti social and highly distrustful of others, preferring to stray off alone or force others away.
..:Breed of Wolf:..
Dire wolf (Garm)
..:Pack:..
Loner, for now.
..:Rank:..
Loner
..:Appearance:..
Urok has deep blue fur adourned upon hs body differenciating between different shades depending on the lighting of the area he is in. His legs paws and head are all dark grey, he also wears a skull as a helment which he gained after brutally murdering an angel wolf and ripping the skull from the body. Urok has a broken chain wrapped around his neck, throughout the years no matter how hard he has tried to pull them away they never come off, the most he could do was rip the chain from the wall he was tied to when he woke up.
..:Fur texture:..
Urok's fur is strangely smooth and silky though blood stains take days to weeks at a time to fade from the fine hairs.
..:Eye Color:..
Urok's eyes glow a bright silver constantly, the only time they are not shining are when he is wearing his skull helment, thus has gained him the nickname MoonEyes from the few who have come into contact with him and lived to tell the tale.
..:History:..
Urok does not even recall being born or having parent's, in fact he awoke chained to a cave wall. The chain was too heavy for him to break, and seemed to have a power within it that weakened him, the chain was covered with strange runes as well. He had no idea where he was, what his name was or why he was here, the only reason he survived was because every night scraps of meat would be thrown to him from the shadows, and he would reaqdily feast upon it. This process occured for more than a year until he finally grew the strength needed to rip the chain from the wall, its power now gone the runes faded leaving behind the chain as if it was a necklace. He never knew why he did it but he kept the chain, not able to force himself to part with it. From then on he roamed and more often than not was attacked randomly by others one time a pack of wolves with wing flew over him once and told him to leave their lands, how could he argue? Sure he was large and strong but so were they, and there were more of them, besides they had wings. Feeling as if he was all but alone in this world he slowly began to grow cold, hating others and tending to stray away from life, simply to take it from being in the end, whether to protect himself or for the pleasure of doing so, he wasn't sure. Still he roams alone, his large frame scaring away the smaller and more insignificant beings, his courage allowing him to face larger ones. Deep down he has emotions and feelings, but they have yet to be unlocked for he hides them well, and not a single other yet has been able to set them free. On the outsider he is a monster, killing and slaying at will, fighting others for the fun of it and never having any family or friends of his own, having no clue who he was or where he was from, nor why he woke up tied to tha tcave wall. Urok is now three years old and still roams aimlessly, looking for a home? for a friend ? A family? Who knows what it is his heart searches for, who knows what it is that he yearns to discover, maybe in time he will pull his future from the sands of time and etch his name in the stones of eternity.
..:family:..
Mother:Uknown
Father:Uknown
Siblings:None
Mate:None as of yet
Pups:None
..:Theme Song:..
A Perfect Circle:Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
..:Secret Code:..
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