Name:
Cross
Species:
Wolf
Kennel Number:
#14
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I would like to win this character because he is absolutely intruiging and he would be great fun to write stories about and roleplay. I adore his design, the way he has that posture. If I were lucky enough to win him, I would buy several peices of art of him and show him off.
Personality:
Cross is hopeless. Not in the way of having no hope to acheive anything, no, he has acheived much, he simply does not hope. After going through what he did and seeing what he saw, he does not beleieve in hope or fate or destiny. He has flashes of it; sometimes, when he is with those who can see past his face and look to the inside, he hopes. But they never last long.
He is actually a kind soul. He has the laughter that can light up someone's day. He has always tried to make those he meets smile, and still does. Maybe one day, he can make himself smile, maybe one day he can find hope.
Cross is shy. He is naturally quiet, though he does talk if he must. He always seems to be searching, looking out into space. No one really knows what he's looking for, not even Cross. Maybe with happiness and hope and love will come the explanation to what he is looking for.
History:
(Hehe… The Sophie in the story is me….
)Cross’s story begins one cold winter night. In an Animal Experimentation Laboratory in Brooklyn, two scientists huddled outside of a small pen, staring in. In their hands they grasped pens and clipboards with white knuckles. Inside of the pen, a mother wolf shrieked in pain, her tail beating a tattoo in the dust on the floor as she struggled to give birth. “The injection seems to have worked,” Dr. Mecla, the scientist in charge of this experiment, observed as the first pup was born with wings.
They watched closely as the second- and last- pup fell to the floor. The mother, exhausted, licked the pups feebly. They began breathing and her head thumped against the floor. The over-bred wolf let out a whine and fell asleep as the pups began to suckle.
“Oh… Oh my…” another scientist murmured. She walked into the pen and stroked the mother wolf, cooing into her ear softly. She stared at the pup with wings. It was female, that was sure. “Dr. Cintz, be careful.” Dr. Mecla said cautiously. Dr. Cintz, showing no notice, gently picked up the second pup and held him to her chest. He was white, like his mother, but his change was like no other genetically-enhanced pup had ever shown before. The puppy’s fur was green in his face. He had scars - that were already stitched. He had the face of a jack-‘o-lantern on his thigh. His eyes were blood red.
Dr. Mecla, getting a better view of the pup, gasped and rushed into the exhibit. He yanked the pup from Dr. Cintz and held him level with his eye. “This… This pup will be our newest killing machine.”
~Three Years Later…~
Cross snarled at the wolf that had been set in his pen. Over the past years, he had been trained to murder. He’d grown unnaturally large. And he was definitely a killer.
The wolf that was in his pen was a pup. It stumbled backward, taken aback by his terrifying features. Cross stepped forward, teeth bared. His eyes flashed with malice. He snapped his jaws and lunged, easily holding the puppy down. “This is my territory, pup.” he growled. Cross opened his jaws to snap the smaller wolf’s neck, then stopped as they locked gazes.
Memories of his puppyhood- his mother dying only days after his birth, his sister being dragged away from him at three weeks to be thrown off the roof so the scientists could oversee her flying abilities, being poked and prodded with needles- flooded his mind. He shoved the pup away and sat hunched over in the corner. “Go. Please. I don’t want to hurt you.” Cross muttered in his deep voice.
He snarled as he heard a scientist slamming on the glass concealing his pen. “KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL THE DAMN PUP!” the scientist screamed. Cross turned slowly. “Watch out, pup,” he said. His voice was calm; which made it all the more terrifying.
The puppy scrambled to a corner, trembling. Cross glared at the scientist, tense. He hunched his shoulders and lunged. He shattered the glass and pinned the scientist. He snarled in the human’s face and looked over his shoulder. “C’mon, kid. You want them to turn you into something like me?” he said curtly.
Cross realized the pup had three tails and was unnaturally colored. She ran from the exhibit and ducked underneath another oncoming person, tripping it with her tails. Cross ran after the puppy, and out the doors.
They skidded to a halt once they had put at least five miles between themselves and laboratory. “So, what’s your name?” the demonic wolf asked. “I- I’m Gypsy.” The pup muttered. She looked at Cross. “What’s yours?”
He shrugged. “They call me The Killer. But my mother originally named me Cross.”
“I like the name Cross.”
“Gypsy’s not too terrible either.”
“Why, thank you. Where do you plan on taking us?”
“Dunno. I’ll find somewhere.”
“Somewhere better be close, ‘cause my paws are about to fall off.”
“Who is leading us, here?”
“Well, you are, but I bet I’m smarter than you. So I should be.”
“Oh, wane bet?”
“Bring it!”
Cross smirked. “Fine. Whoever can find us shelter within a mile’s radius wins.” They both bounded in separate directions and returned an hour later. “I found an abandoned mansion.” Gypsy said with a grin of gloating. “Oh, that’s so great? I found a tree stump!” Cross said, though he knew it was nothing compared to a mansion. He shrugged and took a tired breath. “Lead the way.” he said. Gypsy led him, not without several smug comments, to a large house. Ivy grew through the walls and dust was everywhere, but it was better than a hollow tree.
The two wolves sagged on a couch and fell asleep.
~Three Months Later…~
Gypsy walked along slowly with Cross, watching the setting sun. She twined her three tails with his. They stopped on a cliff. “I love you, Cross.” she said lovingly. “I love you, too, Gypsy.” Cross smiled. He’d never felt this way before.
Cross pricked his ears. He saw a deer. “Be right back.” He said quietly. He stalked the deer, and tackled it. Killing it quickly, he admired his catch for a moment.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the night, followed by a loud thud. Cross bounded back to Gypsy. She laid dead, a bear leaning over her. Fury burned through Cross. They tussled, but he eventually tore out its throat. Tears slid down Cross’s cheeks as he licked Gypsy’s cheek. It was cold. “I… I was finally going to ask her to be my mate.” he sobbed. “WHY?!” Cross roared at the sky.
Exhausted but refusing to stop, he stumbled on and on. He finally collapsed on a human’s porch. A young teenage girl threw open the door and stared at him. “Oh!” she cried out. She scooped up Cross and brought him inside. “Oh, hi, boy.” The girl said once Cross regained consciousness. “I’m Sophie, and I’m going to take you to an Adoption Area. You’ll go to a nice home… Or maybe, come back here.” Sophie said with a gentle smile. Cross looked around. Gypsy would never be replaced, but Sophie would take care of him. And maybe… Maybe he’d meet another girl…
Other:
Durpidee
