Full Name: Pasha
Nickname(s): N/a
Age: 5 1/2 Years
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior (Profession: Scout)
Species: Wolf/dog
Breed: Mutt/Heinz 57 (Though if you want to break it down: Wolf (50%), German Shepherd (25%), Siberian Husky (10%), Alaskan Malamute (5%), Akita (5%), and Mastiff (5%))
Personality:
With a lingering dream to see the faraway place of his mother's birth, it's no surprise that Pasha is a dreamer at heart. Whenever his attention is not demanded by his duties, he has his eyes on the sky, his head in the clouds. It tends to make him a bit distracted, and quiet by nature. That doesn't mean he's soft-hearted, or soft-minded. He's not naive either, or skittish. Pasha is a proud hybrid, with a very wild nature that can get him in trouble at times. He's fiercely territorial and when he feels as though his territory is being threatened, he has a tendency to attack and ask questions later once he has either driven the threat out or been subdued himself. On the flipside, he's intensely loyal to those in position above him, and believes that the hierarchical bond that a pack holds is sacred and he would never betray those he follows or names his comrades.
History:
Pasha was born into a large litter of six deep within the rocky alcoves on the mountains, to a wolf mother who had escaped her captivity, and a mutt father who loved his mate and brood deeply. He was so ready to do anything for them, that he worked himself to death trying to provide for them in the summer of their youth. Pasha was two and a half months old when he passed, and with such young pups, his mother knew she wouldn't be able to do everything alone. Against her wishes, she did what was best and tried to take her pups to the pack in Futago Pass, hoping they would take in such hybrids. The journey was a long and tough one, and by the time they reached the Pass, Pasha and one of his sisters, Iolka, were the only survivors from the litter. It had taken more than a large toll on their mother, and when they arrived and her pups were accepted, she lacked the strength to even return to her previous lands. She passed not even a week later. Though her body was found by Warriors of the pack, Pasha and his sister were shielded from it, so to this day they remember their mother and believe she is out there still, and will one day return to join them.
Pasha grew powerfully within the pack, flourishing in the hierarchy of the group that he had lacked in his puphood. With him, as he aged, he took the stories he'd been told by his mother of the Alaskan lands she had been born in, often pretending that that was where he was, and getting himself distracted enough to get in trouble multiple times. Despite his slip-ups, he's a very valuable member to the group and he hopes one day he may prove himself to be even more than that. He knows he can lead, and he wants nothing more than to make the leader proud of him by doing so.
Roleplay Sample:
Stretching long limbs, the tall brute lifted himself from his post and peered up at the round moon in the sky. The long tuft of hair on his head dripped over into his eyes and he shook it aside, trying to gain his vision back. Ears pricked and after a long drink of the cold, crisp air he turned his attention to his forestry surroundings. There was not much going on tonight, but still, he felt uneasy, as if there was something out there that shouldn't be. It didn't make him nervous, just tense, and as he leaped down the rock face to the plush, grass flooring, he rolled his shoulders, trying to ease himself. Two of his comrades were sitting proudly at their own posts, and he knew he shouldn't ask for their help checking something out. He did need to let them know where he was going, though. "Hajime!" The brute turned to look at his hushed shout. "I'm going to take a leak! I'll be back!" Once he had a nod of approval, Pasha took a deep breath and slipped quietly into the underbrush, ready to give a loud warning call at a moment's notice.
