
. Mocker's basic Information .
Hello, this fellow brute's name is Mocker.
Short for Mocking Bird. He is the age of three years, and
obviously a brute. He is the delta male of Mountain pack
and probably will make sure he keeps it that way.
. Mocker's Love Life .
Mocker has no love life. He prefers to
keep to himself and do his job. Although, some fae may
come along and catch his eye. But it is very rare for this
to occur.
. Mocker's Family .
This part is tricky. You will almost never
get to hear about his family. Usually, when you try to get to
know him and you stumble upon this, he will either change
the subject or excuse himself from the conversation.
. Mocker's Looks .
Mocker is a grey wolf. His fur color might
be a tint darker than most, but he is a grey wolf alright.
He is bigger and stronger than most brutes, due to the
fact he was fit to be Alpha. But, he would rather not rush it
and keep to Delta for awhile. His eyes are a dark piercing amber.
. Mocker's Likes & Dislikes .
Mocker love puppies. Even though he has
only adopted one before, he still loves them. When it comes
to a fae, he looks for the kind fun loving ones. But with a tint
of relaxness. He loves the faes who don't judge him by his
outside. But what's on the inside. Most of the time, you will
find him observing the pack and checking for intruders. He
enjoys his job, meeting new members, taking care of messes.
He hates the fae's who think they are all that. But, other than
that, he has no dislikes.
. Mocker's Personality .
Well, Mockers personality is very different.
It contains sadness, deep down in his heart. But he prefers not
to show his pain. He is a kind fun loving wolf. Very protective,
not wanting to happen once again to this pack. He is very loyal,
with a tint of a flirting habit.
. Mocker's History .
Mocker was born into one of the most strongest
packs. His father, a pure grey wolf, and his mother, also a grey
wolf, were the Dominate ranks. He shared the rank with my little
sister Cheza. Till He was about one. He was tought at a young age to
kill anything that showed signs of rabies. One day I traveled off,
to find himself looking up at another brute, older, maybe about four
or five years old. It was foaming at the mouth, and his pupils
were dilated. If he tried to kill him, he would have been killed. He ran
back to the camp and hid in the den. He never bothered to tell my
father or mother about it. The next day, he awoke to find the brute
in camp, killing one pup after another. He searched for Cheza, till he
realized something. Cheza was in the brute's mouth. He dashed towards
the brute, but, it crushed Cheza in his jaws. She was sick, very sick.
Due to the fact she was a runt. My father just got back from a hunt
and seen the wolf. Soon, he killed the wolf. Looking down on him, he
knew by the way he was acting, it was Mocker's fault. "Mocker! You are
to leave this pack and never show your face again!" He told him.
Mocker fan off. Ever since then, he never seen them.