Bacardi

[Dash]

Name;Bacardi
Age; 4 Years
Gender; Male
Breed; Gray wolf

Pack; Cestos Alpha

Appearance: Bacardi is a small brute. Medium build, his fur is rather thick for his species, he spends a large portion in the water so his fur is often matted and not well groomed. He doesn't mind the wet look in fact he prefers it. He's not an overly built male, but he is rather feminine almost in his looks. He's lithe and appears to be underweight rather than overweight. He's a healthy specimen and will often hunt smaller prey rather than taking down large prey and digesting over a course of a few days. He's an alpha that's constantly on his feet, he's rather nomadic in his lifestyle. Traveling the plains rather than staying within his own boundaries and running a pack proudly. He's not much for pride, he seems rather withdrawn and morbid upon first glance, further inspection only proves said theory more.

Personality: Bacardi is actually a cruel and uncaring wolf. He's just a very good actor and can carry out compassion as though it was his natural born blood. He is kind in the fact that he is fair and doesn't sentence harsh punishments, yet underneath there's not much affection brewing. He's not a sweet wolf that he pretends to be. He's power hungry and strives to dictate the world. Though a very secretive wolf he doesn't share his plans with even his most trusted officials. He lacks sympathy but rather displays his own form of empathy, making others direct their pain onto him he shuts it out perfectly. A lone creature in his nature he is often found sulking by himself rather than mingling with his members. He's a strong blooded leader and will kick the snot out of anyone that would challenge him, for he is a con artist, a sly as a fox and as cunning as a snake. His mischievous tactics landed him right in a comfortable position of power, one he's not willing to let go of. He is however, secretly corrupted by power in a sense that he desires more.

History: Work in progress. Essentially just know he doesn't enjoy talking about it in the least bit.

RP example;

There was a noise. It was faint, like sucking in air. And it was right next to her. She felt her body slink into her wooden chair. Why did she say that!? God she was so stupid! Now she was going to be ridiculed for not only living in Japan last year, but now also having to deal with that stupid comment for a whole two years. Fuck. Fuck Fuck fuck! She wanted to scream and curse and throw a fit. But she simply let the feeling of anger and embarrassment drape down her spine in a faint tingling motion as she slipped her earphones back over her head. She was attempting to drain out the noises of the outside world when again, the rather attractive male, at least right now he was attractive..Nash didn't know him, but he had nice hair? And cool clothes and stuff like that. Nash couldn't help but admire him. And when the teacher called on him and he spoke, again. She listened.

She shouldn't have listened, no one should have. But she was hypnotized when he said he did nothing. And upon implying a sarcastic comment, a small childish grin spread across her face, she liked this teacher. She found him funny, he was quite the entertainer. And that boy, she'd heard his name now. Desmond, quite the name should she say herself. It sounded feminine, hmm, it fit him perfectly then as far as Nash was concerned. He looked like a female with bangs covering his eyes. She shouldn't have really even thought such a sharp thought because upon hearing what he quickly blurted out, what seemed he had been hiding all along pierced her ears backfiring her thoughts sending them ricocheting against her cerebellum. While the poor WORKED!? What kind of smart ass douche bag would ever say that. The teacher caught it immediately and sent a bit of a warning. Not enough.

Nash spent the rest of the period plotting, grinding her teeth. That fucker Desmond Smith would would...HE'D PAY! He'd pay big time. All Nash had to do was find out what made him tick, and by the looks of it, authority. She'd need complete and total control. But how to get it? She'd have to befriend him, which was going to be hard. I mean yea, he seemed cute enough. But with that attitude, he'd be quite the challenge. A challenge. Now Nash had to try to befriend this bastard just to spit in his face. Nash dug her dirty finger nails into the bottom of the desk. Snob nosed prick face didn't even seem to realize she'd been trying to burn holes in the side of his skull since he'd turned away and stopped talking. Mush for brains seemed to be quite content with ignoring the rest of the math class. Hmm. Certainly he wasn't ignorant, for the math class was difficult, and he did have a sort of contempt for putting words in just the right way to make sparks.

She was dealing with someone who might be over her head. In both the literal and figurative sense. For as soon as the bell rang and he sprung from his seat. Her emerald eyes lit up with surprise. Damn he was a tall skinny evil boy. And he would pay. Yes. Yes he would. She'd torment that fucker just like he'd been, that faint snort about laughing at her want for friends, or for that sharp jab at her life, and her social status for no apparent reason. She would end this boy. Gripping her desk tight she'd just realized now that she was the only one left in an empty class room. Mr. Jenkins was fixing his desk for the new lesson plan. She flared her nostrils calming herself for now before smiling shyly at her new teacher, he was a funny one. She admired him for trying to stand up to that jerk off as well.

Gathering her things she grasped her slightly smudged and distorted map that she'd got upon arrival, early, in the morning. A day behind, she was still so used to the time it was hard to sleep for the first few weeks, and she found herself still exhausted. She stuffed her free hand into her slightly torn sweatshirt and headed outside. The guy bolted like a fucking race horse on steroids out the door before she could even get another glimpse of his bony totally canned ass. Once she got through with him of course. Chewing on the inside of her lip she found her class and was but a few minutes late, after giving the whole introduction about how it was her first day in a new school and how schools back in Japan were different and blah de blah make the damn monkeys happy so they could oo and aah at her later as if she was some prized medallion in a museum. The imbeciles.

The next few classes past pretty damn slow as well. And by the time Lunch had arrived Nash had already felt two IQ points dumber, and so tired she felt like she was carrying lead shoes and pants. Her body was still trying to adjust to all of these changes. And the smell of freshly cooked mystery meat was certainly not something Nash wanted to deal with right now. She'd also not found one single friend. You'd think one of these drooling simians would at least want to know something about her. Though as much attention as her clothes were getting, the girl in them was being completely ignored all the same. Blend in. Yea. She was blending in just fucking great. It was because she was dirt poor, thanks dad, thanks for pissing away all of the family money on gambling and beer. Thanks mom, thanks for being a stupid weak bitch and not standing up to the alcoholic moron while he was throwing a two year old tantrum about everything.

When the people started to fill in the cafeteria, Nash found that she was a few minutes late, just like everything today. She also found that she was particularly bitter angsty and angry about everything today. And she could blame her sour mood on that one kid. Desmond Smith. Whom just happened to be perched in the middle of the lunch line idly waiting to be served. Nash dug into her torn jeans pocket and fished around. Nothing but three dollars and some change. She looked at the menu plastered outside the kitchen and couldn't do anything but cram her palm against her face. Jesus Christ lunch was more expensive than gas! Nash felt like she'd never survive here. So she stood there blankly watching as the line moved ever so slow, maybe when everyone had left she could sneak a bag of chips out. She shoved the cash back into her pocket and dug into her shoulder. Well she had a bagged lunch..But did she really want to draw MORE unwanted attention and press to herself? No. No she didn't