~Amoux~
Name: Amoux
Nickname(s): Sometimes, you can call him Amo, Noxxy, or just Nox.
Age: About 4.5 years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Rank: Healer
Species: Yukon Wolf
Appearance: Like a smooth stone retrieved from the river banks, his fur is light gray, and when he is exposed to the moonlight, his fur looks like silver. His cold gaze, are glacial blue, that may strike fear in a few wolves. They hold no sense of pity or understanding most of the time, but in some cases, barely, they do. His underbelly, front paw, and the tip of his tail are the color of fresh snow. Faint scars that slice through his fur are a constant reminder him of his horrific history. Like a thick forest, his fur is dense, making him feel warm almost always. He stands a towering one-hundred six centimeters tall and weighs forty-six kilograms. He is well-muscled, great for battling, and slender, great for covering long distances, and despite how fit he is, he chose the way of healing. His muzzle is narrow unlike many other wolves, and he has long legs.
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Personality: At first glance, you may notice he carries himself in a sort of a graceful way. Although he may look intimidating, he's actually soft, and thoughtful. Amoux occasionally daydreams, and gets lost in thought, thinking about the impossible and the possible. He is quiet as ever, rarely speaking when he has the chance to. Sometimes, he may look like a complete fool, and can be totally oblivious to things that stick out for others. He simply does not want to look like an idiot, but apparently, he kind of does. Annoy, or anger him, he will snap at you without a second thought. However, if you get to be on his gentle side, he is utterly most serene.
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History: Amoux was born in a small pack, along with his brother Conner and sister Cana. He was the youngest of the three. As a young pup, he was taught how to hunt and fight. He was fairly well will fighting and hunting. His mother has taught him how to identify herbs, and apply herbs easily.
About a year later, the pack was starving during the winter. His family couldn't feed themselves. Soon after, his sister Cana died of starvation. Amoux's family grieved. His father told the pack that they were too weak so, he decided to leave the pack. His father found another mate, and had a pup named Accalia, which made her Amoux's half-sister. The winter storms were more harsh, and another pack who lived nearby wanted more territory. The rival battle-hungry pack attacked them. His brother and mother tried to protect Amoux, but later was slain by them. Amoux tried to avenge their death, instead, he was badly scarred, and had to run away. He met Accalia, his half-sister. They lived together for only a few days. Amoux had lived on his own for the first time, and was attacked by feral cats and bears. For months, he had lived like this. He eventually stumbled upon the Clan known as the Serenity River Pack.
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Many moons past, he got separated from the pack when that same, gruesome pack returned to torture him once more, but with his abilities, he managed to escape, and find the pack once more.
Weaknesses: He isn't quite the hunter, he gets easily angered, and may look like a fool.
Strengths: He has studied in the arts of healing, and he is able to swim almost like a fish.
Talents: He can heal others, and can swim. ^
Habits: Sometimes, he just makes a "huh" sound. He will stare into space blankly.
Family:
>Mother: Unknown, Dead.
>Brother: Conner, Killed by the nearby pack.
>Sister: Cana, Died of starvation.
>Half-Sister: Accalia, Alive.
Mate: None
Pups: None
Friends: None
Enemies: None
Crush: None. (Though, you think your character matches him, you can just message me. :D)
How did you find us: I'm an older member.
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