Username: I r i d e s c e n t
Name: "I am Storm
" Nick-Name{s}: "Just call me Storm
" Gender: "I am a brute can you see that?!
" Age: "I am four years of age.
" Rank: "I am alpha male,so beware.
" Rank wanted: "Do i need to this i
AM alpha male.
" Loner or pack?: ''Pack,The Morning runners pack.
" What i want in a mate: "Well you see i want a kind loving fae with alot of heart but still has the fiery to kill something or someone. I wish for to be strong and to keep her head up in the hardest time possible and to keep on fighting her way through the pain.
" Description: "I am a large black pelted brute with blazing solid pure blue eyes. I don't care what others think of me,I'm here to stand strong for my pack.I also have a large scar on my left rib from a bear fight while hunting in my old pack.
" Personality: "Well some other call me a fierce blood shot wolf from killing some other wolves in my old pack.But i stood for my pack and they didn't obey me so i showed him who was boss ,but i wouldn't call me blood shot...I would say i was more on the loyal and brave side,some what loving to my pack and family but i wouldn't go to far with the small talk.I am very loving and caring,just not to some wolves that are lower ranks then me and or are just getting on my nerves.I also barely smile,smiling indicates the weak from the strong...And let me tell you i am the strong one...
"History: "My history was a very long story...But i will tell you some of the highlights of it.I came from a small pack named the Black Blood pack...I was a a very loyal wolf to my alpha,Sir Silver.But i would never back down from a fight or a battle that i had to fight for my pack.My sire and mother got killed by a couple of White Bloods and i watched them suffer from aside,knowing when i grew up i would kill of the population of White bloods.So i did so,once we had the right training and tools we set out one dawn to take the heads and fangs of the many wolves who killed are pack.And we succeeded.We took all of there heads but only knowing that one survived,so we took him in.His name was Fang,he was just a young pup about not even a year old when we found him.So we trained Fang to the best of our ability's him becoming my own son until he died...He died by are own a wolf named Sorrow,i never new she would turn on him like that...He even had a mate fang...He died January that year and my goal was to kill Sorrow ever since that night...But he also had a pup...name Jay.Jay was soon leader of a new pack called the Pure Bloods and i never saw him again.Everyday i watch the sun set i think of Fang...and how we could of been more then just family,but greater.but everyday now it gets harder and i sit alone knowing that i will be lonely forever...That why i don't smile.... but that's just half of my story....
" Crush: "Its not that easy to win me over...
" Mate: "Good luck with that.
" Pups: ''none yet.
" Other: "nothing
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