Post by Fiver on Jan 26, 2015 21:51:58 GMT -5
FIVER
"the fifth born; little thousand"
Nicknames: Five, Fivey; generally only responds to Fiver
Gender: Male
Age: Four months, pup
Species: Closely resembles an Egyptian wolf
Birthplace: Kinage Desert
Rank: Whelp (has potential for Sentry)
FAMILY:
Mother: Avery
Father: Crue
Brother(s): Hammy (1st born), Fletcher (3rd born)
Sister(s): Fleur (2nd born), Chirp (4th born)
Mate: N/A
Pup(s): N/A
Grandmother: Odetta (maternal)
Grandfather: Mannick (maternal)
Uncle(s): Fritz, Taz, Smitten
Aunt(s): Tiablo, Sprite
Cousin(s): Zambi, Odela, Nino, Olhado, Jenga
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Fiver is a rather skinny and small pup, not only because he's a runt but because of his lineage as well. He inherited his family's physical features: large ears, small eyes and narrow build. This allows him to hear extremely well and run for long periods of time; however it is to be noted that Fiver cannot smell. Due to his inability to keep himself clean and free of odor, the stench overpowered his poor sniffer over time. Most of him smells like rotten meat, mud and other assorted scents he'd gathered along his travels. A bath would cure this problem, but Fiver hates being in contact with water. It is a little known fact that the young male possesses a light golden coat - if one takes the time to wash off layer after layer of mud.
No scars to speak of.
PERSONALITY:
- Selfish
Fiver only trusts his instincts for he has been taught no other lessons. The goal of any species
is to survive and he is no exception. He'll do anything for himself, by any means to get it, and
rarely takes others into consideration. Nothing out of him is usually in good intention.
- Piggy
He could very well pass as a pig and not a wolf; his love for food has become more than an
obsession. Any chance of eating he takes. From past experience, the pup knows that
it could very well be his last meal.
- Skittish
Fiver hates meeting new faces and talking to them much less. At any loud noise or sharp tone,
he'll flee to the nearest bush. In fact, there really isn't a time when he is out in the open. He'll
only show himself if he needs something to eat.
- Paranoid
Thinking the world is out to get him, he often over-thinks every minor detail in one's behavior and tone.
Anything one does around him will be quickly observed, recorded, and held against said individual.
This makes it hard to gain Fiver's trust and easy to break it; prying him away from being skeptical
is a long and hard task.
- Gullible
He isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, probably close to the dullest. Although paranoid and skeptical,
Fiver generally takes things literally. He still retains some of his innocence and child-like thought
process despite roaming the lands alone.
- Sensitive
Much like being paranoid and skittish 24/7, he can get afraid and upset quite easily. It isn't unlike
him to cry or shake in stressing matters, although he hates to do so in public. He has never
fainted before, but it could be a possibility at some point.
- Unhygienic
Probably the most noticeable aspect of Fiver is his unkempt fur and repulsive scent. Indeed, it is
true that Fiver hates cleaning himself; he never pays attention to it. Most of the reason comes from
his lack of smell, and he always wonders why others shrivel their noses at him. Besides this questioning
fact, he never spends a moment not rolling around in the dirt.
Fiver also suffers from aphenphosmphobia (fear of physical contact), hydrophobia (fear of water), and ypositismosphobia (fear of starvation).
HISTORY:
Fiver was born in an isolated place, Kinage Desert. Not many wolves besides his family resided there; in fact, not many other species made this land their habitat. It always was in a state of turmoil, whether it be drought, famine or - in most cases - both. Year after year, the Kinage pack was subject to these unfortunate events and it barely could care for its adults, let alone offspring. The alpha, Fiver's maternal grandfather, had to make the tough decision to rid his pack of the weak. They wouldn't survive the harsh summer months anyways.
His mother and father unwillingly though obediently let go of their youngest son and threw him into the arms of Mother Nature at the ripe age of two months. He struggled to survive at first, but his little mind gradually begin to accept the realities of the harsh world. He found himself stealing from whomever and ate whatever. Fiver learned to never trust and to never let another come into contact with him.
After only a month of traveling alone, Fiver wound up inside the Inuk pack. His mental stability and social skills had basically ceased to exist from the rough treatment he faced in the wilderness alone; he isn't about to give up his survival instincts. It will take the pup great courage to overcome his personal obstacles - that or a brave individual to help him through this transition.
THEME(S):
Basket Case by Green Day
The Sky is Falling by Bodhi Jones
Help! - The Beatles
RELATIONSHIPS:
Neutral - Acquaintance - Friend - Best Friend - Family
Trusts - Respect - Loyalty - Annoyance - Jealousy
Interest - Crush - Love - Protective - Mourning
You seem nice enough, and I do think trusting you is a wise idea. Some part
of me, however, wants to keep a close watch on you. Although you give me
food and protection, it hasn't been the first time an alpha has done me wrong.
Monroe:
I know I scare easily, but you really frightened me the day we met. Picking me up, bathing
me, and even how you talked got on my nerves. I'll think twice before crossing your path again.
Clarissa:
At first I didn't like you and thought that you were an accomplice of Monroe. But upon further
inspection - and after you gave me food - I concluded you really aren't that bad. I guess.
Armodeum:
After our talk - or me listening to you talk, rather - you seem like a nice individual. Like
most new faces, however, I still need to observe your movements, especially after that scary
story you told me.
