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♋ Name. ♋
╚══════╝Atlas.
I chose this name for him because the lovely shades of blue reminded me of the Atlantic Ocean. And that reminded me of the mythological figure of Atlas, whose punishment was to hold up the sky. This little guy looks strong, so the name fits.★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔═══════╗
♋ Nickame. ♋
╚═══════╝Well, his name isn’t really easy to shorten, is it? However, he is sometimes nicknamed Kyloe, from his love of Highland cattle.★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔═══════╗
♋ Gender. ♋
╚═══════╝Male.
I don’t think there’s any way he could be a female. He just doesn’t seem feminine enough. Of course, that’s only my humble opinion.★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔════════════╗
♋ Why I want him. ♋
╚════════════╝I think why wouldn't I want him is an easier question. I adore this little guy's design. His gorgeous long ears just kill me. I love long ears, but I don't have the creativity to design myself a new character. I'm better at designing them with words. Those little wings on his elbows and hips. They're so sweet.
I want this character because, frankly, I love him. Not the oh-I'd-do-anything-for-him-I'd-give-away-all-my-pets-to-get-him-plzzzzz, but I mean I like every aspect of him. I love the contrast of his colours, his ears, his markings.
Blue happens to be my favourite colour. I love all shades of it. The peachy colour of his markings is lovely too. Atlas isn't too simple, nor too complicated for artists to replicate. My favourite part of him would probably be his facial markings. Beautiful. Having unique characters is something I strive for. I don't actively seek them out, but if one catches my eye, then I'll go for it. I'd love to have this boy to call my own. He's irresistible and very original. Maybe it's the ears, but something makes him look vulnerable, and I like that, too.★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔══════════════════╗
♋ What would I do with him? ♋
╚══════════════════╝If I were to get Atlas, I'd use him often. For stories, poems and, of course. art. He'd get a home on my character thread, which is almost complete. I'd order art of him often, and draw him myself. Truthfully, I'm not a big fan of roleplaying my personal characters. Just RP characters created for that purpose. I feel like every time I roleplay a character they lose some of their "sparkle". Unless it was a 1 x 1, in which he would be focused on by me all the time, so he wouldn't be neglected. Whenever I decide to roleplay my characters, I gradually lose my attachment to them. So I don't any more.
It is a habit of mine to doodle my characters throughout the day. Although nobody sees these drawings apart from me, I believe it shows I don't abandon or forget about them. I care for all of my characters equally. Even my fursona is regarded as a character. No favourites. I order art often, and normally from artists who aren't constantly busy, so I could get some doodles of him in no time.★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔═════════╗
♋ Personality. ♋
╚═════════╝Atlas isn't exactly the shiniest cherry in the basket. He's amazingly clumsy and hasn't quite got the skill of being completely coordinated. His mind is similar to that of a pup's. Not underdeveloped at all, it's just that sometimes he is slower to catch onto things. This means that he has an almost childish sense of mind. So he's very gentle and quite shy, almost always wearing a bewildered expression. He bumbles through life in a haze of confusion, though always with a friendly smile. His heart is sensitive and Atlas is a sweetheart. With a soft nature and a helpful attitude, others like being around him and most of them feel an urge to protect him, as Atlas is undeniably simple and can't understand why people fight and hurt others. Poor Kyloe is fairly timid, though sometimes he is surprisingly insightful and comes up with brilliant ideas and solutions. Atlas is a docile creature, and is a little charmer. He is a social butterfly. When he is by himself, he gets terribly lonely. All he wants is someone to curl up next to and snuggle up beside. Simple desires, really. Of course his natural sweetness causes bullies to target him whenever they're looking for an easy attack. But Atlas has his friends who love and protect him, so his feelings aren't hurt often. ★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*.・'゜★╔════════╗
♋ Favourite... ♋
╚════════╝ColourTeal.DayThursday.SeasonWinter.FoodStrawberries.SongEnrique Iglesias - HeroPlace to beBeside a lake at night. The calm ripples flowing outwards as a cool breeze caresses the surface of the water, each miniscule wave whispering against each other. He loves the serenity of the atmosphere. Tiny creatures making rustling noises as they scurry through the nearby undergrowth, the splashes of fish and other aquatic beasties.Animal Highland Cattle. Come on. They’re adorable. So fluffy and sweet. Plus their horns remind Atlas of his lovely big ears.WordRambunctious.★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔═══════════╗
♋ Phobias & Fears. ♋
╚═══════════╝Atlas is terrified of heights. He has Acrophobia. ★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔═════╗
♋ Story. ♋
╚═════╝The young pup bounded along the beach, his paws often shooting out from under him as he slid in the soft sand. Water licked at his heels, and he playfully pounced on the waves. He tripped over his own feet and landed face down in the salty water. Spluttering, he struggled to his feet, his eyes scrunched up and nose stinging like fury. "Ouch!" He yelped, desperately scrubbing his muzzle against his foreleg. Keeping his eyes firmly shut, he snorted as hard as he could, trying to rid himself of the irritation. It eventually worked, and Atlas finally cracked his eyes open. He was a clumsy pup, always bumbling through life with a grin. Nothing really bothered him. Falling over was a daily incident, and Atlas accepted that he was uncoordinated and a bit of a klutz. His friends adored him. Because he was so childish-minded and gentle, his friends always felt the need to protect him, even when there was no danger. This had initially puzzled Atlas, but he was used to it now.
He broke into an unsteady canter, his long ears flopping back against his neck. Smiling now, Atlas hurried to get back to his family. After a couple of minutes of running, the bushes on his left rustled and his brother Huttser leaped out and pounced on him.
"Gotcha!" Huttser called playfully.
Atlas yelped in surprise. He squirmed under his littermate, trying to throw him off. His brother laughed and easily pinned him down. Wasting a few minutes struggling, Atlas finally gave up and flopped down, paws splayed out.
"Give up?" Huttser teased, nipping Atlas' ears.
"Yes, yes!" Atlas yelled.
Huttser hopped off his back and grinned at him. "Surprise." He laughed.
"Hello." The smaller pup said breathlessly. "Why aren't you back with the others?"
Huttser shrugged. "Got bored." He muttered. Shaking his fur, he nodded
towards the top of the beach. "C'mon, I'm hungry."
Atlas nodded. "Me too." He suddenly sneezed. Apparently he hadn't gotten rid of all of the seawater in his nose.
Together the pups started to run, racing each other. Their paws sunk into the soft sand, hindering their movements. Laughter rang through the air as the siblings tripped and tumbled to the ground, getting up quickly lest they lose the race.
"Wait." Huttser said suddenly, after they had both skidded down a small slope. "What's that noise?"
Atlas cocked his head. His long ears tilted and twitched. He could hear it now. It was a peculiar chittering noise, broken occasionally by a hoarse rumbling. Naturally he trotted towards the forest, where the noise appeared to be coming from.
"Atlas! We can't go in there." Huttser said nervously, his ears pinned.
"Yes, we can." His brother said cheerfully, launching himself through the trees.
Reluctantly, Huttser followed, tail tucked between his legs. "I don't like this." He whined.
Atlas continued eagerly crashing through the undergrowth. "I only want to see what the noise is," he promised. "Then we can go home."
Huttser shook his head, hurrying up.
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Soon they reached a small clearing. The mysterious noise grew louder. Atlas poked his head through the bushes, then recoiled. There, sleeping peacefully, was a monstrosity. It had one head, but it was mutated. Five eyes, four ears and one nose. The beast was huge, with curving horns and wiry-looking fur. It had six legs, and three tails. The pelt was a dirty brown, and it was very messy and unkempt. As Atlas stared, the creature twitched and opened its eyes. He raised his head and let loose a yawn. Slowly, Atlas started to back up. His foot hit a root and he stumbled, bouncing off a tree and ending up rolling into the clearing. Whatever the creature was, he jumped to his feet and cowered.
"Who are you?" He asked fearfully.
Atlas instantly felt pity. "We mean you no harm."
By this time, Huttser was peering over his shoulder at the monster.
Atlas continued. "My name is Atlas, and this is my brother, Huttser."
Still the animal pressed his stomach against the ground, his eyes full of fear and apprehension. "You aren't here to hurt me?" He asked uncertainly. When the pups nodded, the much larger beast stood, revealing a large amount of scars. "The humans aren't nice to me." He said quietly in way of explanation. "My name is Brontus."
"Nice to meet you." Atlas said sweetly. His heart went out to the poor guy, even if he did look terrifying. Brontus looked sad, and lonely. Atlas suspected he was a very sociable creature, but was too afraid to make friends in case he was rejected or hurt again. "You're coming back with us." He said abruptly. "You can have food and water, and you can be warm." For Brontus' ribs showed, and shivers wracked his large frame.
"What will mother say?" Huttser asked, alarmed. Brontus seemed nice to him, but Alani might not like such a large vistor, so suddenly.
"I don't care. Brontus needs somewhere safe to stay." Atlas said firmly. "I don't want him hurt any more."
Brontus blinked, his eyes filling with tears. As he did with most people, Atlas was making a good impression. His passion for life made his love include everyone, so he refused to let people come and hurt his new friend. Brontus seemed simple too, and very sensitive. "That's really nice of you." He murmured.
Atlas could see Brontus was a huge softie, and he suspected him of being a youngster, from his way of speaking. Which made his case even worse. Scars, thick and thin, danced across Brontus' skin, baring his torture for all to see. His fur did little to cover the dead tissue.
"Come on, we're at the top of the beach." Atlas smiled, starting to walk. He knew his mother was kind and merciful, but she might be a bit surprised. "You'll love it."
((Using random names for siblings. Sorry it is so short, I tried. I really did.))★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔═════════╗
♋ Theme Song. ♋
╚═════════╝War - Edwin Starr★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★╔════╗
♋ Art. ♋
╚════╝Sadly, I know I can never compete with the other art. I am awful. But I will try. :33
By the awesome moonlight_girl. You have helped me so many times, and I still can't understand why you don't hate me XD
By me.★。、:*:。.:*:・'゜☆。.:*:・'゜★Strengths
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Boldness.๑
Confidence.๑
He’s always focused.๑
Atlas can normally keep calm.๑
He’s a good diplomat.
Weaknesses
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Sensitivity.☩
Hunger.☩
WIP
He's a social butterfly. Doesn't like being excluded.

Relationships in Atlas' life.
Well, Atlas is good at making friends. He’s sweet, social, and helpful. So he has quite a few friends. Cyrone is a very good friend of his. They only got to know each other fairly recently, but they have a strong bond. Cyrone is almost the complete opposite of Atlas, but they get along well.
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.

Atlas believes you should live life to the fullest. Don’t be ashamed of who you are, what you are. Be proud of yourself, don’t hide away. Why change yourself to be pleasing to others? Everyone is an individual, and so they should be. For if everyone was one and the same, life would be monotonous. Boring. No bright sparks to spice up the world. Stand tall, chin up. Believe in yourself.
Atlas comes across as enthusiastic and friendly. He is. He's a genuinely nice wolf, sweet and docile. I'd liken him to a Shire horse. A large beast, he is, but he's very affectionate and gentle. Hurting things isn't in his nature, nor will it ever be. If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have paradise in a few years.
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How Atlas reacts...To fear.
If Atlas is afraid, he'll be open about it. Pretending to be completely unafraid doesn't normally help. However, if there's someone Atlas needs to protect, he'll act confident and brisk, reassuring them.
To happiness.
When Atlas is happy, he's delighted. He's bubbly and extra friendly, bearing no ill will to anyone, no matter what.
To insults.
If it's a mild insult, Kyloe can easily ignore it. But if it's serious, like a hurtful thing about loved ones or something which he is sensitive about, he will snap back.
To surprises.
Well, he'll be, er, surprised. No easy way to not react to that.
To attacks.
Atlas defends himself. But that's it. He doesn't attack back.
To romantic advances.
Sadly, Atlas becomes a fool. He laughs a lot, shows off, and generally mucks about.
To bad news.
Well, it depends on how bad it is. Usually he'll just quieten up for a while.
To sad news.
If he's with someone he's close to, Atlas is clearly upset. But if he's with others that he isn't so comfortable with, he's solemn and doesn't speak much.
To being refused.
Atlas doesn't like being refused, but he normally shuts up and tries not to argue.
To seeing something to make him jealous.
He acts just like a child would. Fairly whiny and attention seeking.
To hunger.
Kyloe is grumpy and occasionally demanding when he wants food.
To social rejection.
Atlas isn't normally rejected. He's loveable.
To being abandoned.
This is something Atlas hates with a passion. He gets very upset.
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♋ As an anthro or human: ♋
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Hair Colour
Atlas' hair would be the dark blue of his base.
Height
6' 2"
Weight
200 pounds, most of it muscle.
Skin Colour
Atlas' skin colour would be quite pale.
Scars & Tattoos
None.
Accessories
The bracelet on his right hind leg, a simple collar and a silver stud in his right ear, near the base. Also, if I can, I'd like to add a simple chain link bracelet to his right wrist when he's in anthro or human form. It would have a small wolf head charm hanging from it, carved from mahogany. And a sweet tiny Highland cattle charm, carved from teak wood.
Voice Pitch
Atlas has a tenor voice. It's not high pitched at all, but nor is it extremely deep. His voice is smooth and pleasing to the ear.
Accent
This little guy has a mild Scottish accent. He likes to travel, so he might speak a bit weird occasionally, but he stayed in Scotland for a good while, so he's picked up a slight accent from there. That's also where he picked up his affection for the lovely fluffy cows which reside there.
Gait
Atlas walks with a rolling gait. Quite at ease. He doesn't normally make an effort to hurry anywhere.
Favourite Hobby
As an artistic sort of male, Atlas enjoys drawing and painting in an anthro or human form.
Physical Quirks
He has an almost unnoticeable limp in his hind left leg, from when he got into a scuffle with an older wolf when he was a pup. In cold weather his leg can become stiff. Not all the time, though.
Current Occupation
Traveller.