Quinn{M}

[.Pollux.]

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Name:Screaming out for Quinn.

Nickname: No one dare calls him any other name.

Age: An agent of chaos for 3 years.

Gender: An black knight male.

Species: Timber Wolf.

Height: 3 feet 5 inches at the shoulder.

Length: 5 feet head to tail.

Weight: 95 pounds.

Eye Color: His pretty eyes shift depending on his moods. If you catch him in one of his rare kindly moods they are a bright leafy green; like when the sun hits a forest just right. Most of the time however they are a deeper color; like wet moss. If you really manage to tick him off though, which easily happens, they shift to a much darker hue; a deep forest green muted with shadows.

Fur Type: Quinn’s fur is of the shorter length; like a longer form of ebon velvet. When brushed with its natural flow one will find it to be silky smooth; like a Persian cat’s fur. If brushed against its natural growing pattern it fluffs up and feels more like rough velvet; still soothing to ones touch but more stiff and less silky. Around his neck and paws his fur flares out to form more of a mane; his tail more fluffy than normal as well.

Color: Quinn’s pelt is a solid blanket of ebony, the coloring so dark and thick that it overpowers the light, seemingly sucking in brighter colors. No white hairs lighten his pelt and one can only help that they don’t decide to sprout with age.

Personality: If you’re interested in dark and handsome Quinn is your bad boy. He’s often seen as a cold blooded killer; and to tell you the truth, he is. He kills anything he pleases and he doesn’t give a care as to what you, or anybody else, have to say about it. The only wolves he’ll listen to are those higher up; and even then he never was good at following the rules. He is often out in other pack territories sniffing around where he doesn’t belong, hunting rival females so he can flirt with them. Which brings us to Quinn’s ‘better’, not really, half. He can be quite the charming little tease when he finds it right too; becoming playful and flirtatious to get what he desires. He’s a solid A+ in the sweet-talk department and doesn’t hide his talents. Even if he’s acting kind though, one must always keep in mind that Quinn isn’t talking with you just to be nice. He isn’t out and about because he felt like taking a peaceful stroll. No, Quinn is always searching for things to twist and manipulate, for wolves he can use, and for the weaker minded wolves that he can exploit to further himself and/or his causes.

History:Quinn was born a loner; living with his two parents and his sister Cyril. There was nothing to bad about their little make-shift family; there wasn’t anything spectacular either however. It was the bare minimum in life; they mostly scavenged for food, their parents scoring lucky on a hunt only one quarter of the time. It was okay though; they had each other, and as long as they stayed off the packs lands they would be fine. That was until Cyril got curious and wandered onto the lands that belonged to the Kumori pack. The wolves of the pack found her and asked her to join their pack, and little Cyril agreed to go with them. Quinn didn’t mind so much, they said he would be able to visit his sister at times and that they would keep her safe. Quinn has never truly trusted a wolf since. Only a few weeks later and Cyril died in a border skirmish between some rouges. Quinn was furious; he became mad with rage and tried to attack the Kumori wolves that had been with his sister, supposedly protecting her, but he could never get close enough without the whole pack coming to their aid. After that Quinn became more and more the opposite of what he had been until there was nothing left but what he is now. Still consumed with hate he joined the Futeki pack in hopes of getting his revenge.

Health Problems: Quinn has a slight problem with Insomnia. You won’t find him sleeping often, because he can never seem to enter that deep dream-like state. More 0often than not he will sit outside under the moon and just think; of course this affects his activities at times but he’s learned to deal with it mostly.

Miscellaneous:I don’t think so…:3