Leto

[[ L e t o ]]

Name; Leto
Age; He lost count but approximatly 2-3
Gender; Male
Breed; Mackenzie Valley

Desired Pack; Ebire

Appearance: Black. The purest of the black that makes him almost look like one with the night. He a very large wolf that would make some humans think he was a werewolf. He prides himself in his strength but he won't show it off unless he has to. He's built for a good fight rather than speed with a huge barrel chest and ripped leg muscules.

Personality: He's neither Light or Dark but shows qualities of each. He's selfish and sometimes arrogant and careless but he always tries to do the right thing. He's completly loyal to the Alpha who rules him and very territorial. He follows the rules of his ancestors of pack boundries and disciplines those who don't. He's looking to settle down with a family; the greatest thing that can happen to a wolf and hopes to start a family.

History: He was born the Alpha of his litter, three males and three females. It also didn't help that he was his father's favorite. He quickly grew in ranks, putting even pack members in their place. He was always trying to please his corrupt father and was forced to one day turn on his sister and kill her, even though she was large with pups. He even betrayed his favorite brother's trust and got him and his mother exiled just to prove to his father he was worry, even if it did break his heart. He went looking for his mother and brother months later, the guilt eating him alive. When he found his mother dead and his brother missing, he began to see the destruction he had caused trying to prove himself. He returned to his pack and challenged his father. If he won, he and his pack had to leave, never to return. If his father won, he would leave and never return.

The battle lasted a whole three days before Leto finally brought down his father along with an Empire and a Generation. Finally, Leto was free of his father's tyranny and corruption and the land was able to breathe again. He left the pack in the hands of his other brother a year later and came here, seeking a new life; to forget everything that reminded him of his past life and hopefully find the love he had been searching for. But, unable to disspell the way he acts, he still carries with him a piece of his past that he's haunted by.

RP example; (Question: I've done a million of these in my history of rping and I want to know, how do you judge these??))

It was a fair difference from the giant red woods that had ruled over his head for as long as he could remember but the bitter crisp scent of pine was all still the same and it made him feel like home. He had hoisted his bulk up a steep hill and was staring down at the territory that he heard was called "Ebire" and what a site it was. For as far as the eye could see, toppling trees littered the ground, swaying in the breeze and welcoming him home. I hope... he thought as he took his first step into the new land.

He had been traveling for days but the wear and tear hardly shown on the brute frame. He wasn't a force to be messed with. Trained to kill since birth, he was a mass that could tackle a bear and probably win. He was twice the size of a normal wolf and his ripped frame often received looks of awe and untrust. His black fur, also gave him the look that he had heard on so many lips of other wolves: outcast. He was used to that but he had come here to escape it all; escape the terror and bloodshed and it turn be respected and trusted.

He stopped at the territory line and threw up his enourmous head and led out a howl; Leto has come.