.: M y s t e r i e s [don't] SOLVE ¨themselves.

[.R a z o r.]

Name; Hysteria.
Age; Two and a half.
Gender; Male.
Breed; Artic Wolf.

Desired Pack; Ebire.

Appearance: -I will get to it.-

Personality: Unique and inspired. He is truely an original character. He has amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily to him. Especially in business and academics. Others find him to be selfish and a bit overbearing. He can be selfish whenever it comes to survival, but usually not. He is strong in emotions and doesn't ever let them show through. Hysteria is a free spirit and he resents anyone who tries to fence him in. He's unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. He tends to miss out on serious things because he will not take the time to slow down and listen to warnings. He is the total package. He's suave, sexy, smart and strong. Though, he usually is a flirty thing, he isn't arrogant about it. He likes to believe that he can influence others easily and for good things. If the weak have a chance to be crushed, he will do it. He's a seeker and often finds himself restless - and he has many questions about life. He is passionate and easily tempted. He can be friendly to those he's known for a long time. He is a rebel to the core. He doesn't like to be tied down to one thing and enjoys change. While friendly to some, he is a complete mystery to others.

History: Don't take away the mystery.

RP example; From a werewolf role play site;;
Never once have I admitted that I could have the possibility of turning someone else into a monster like me. However, thoughts always creep up from the very back of one's mind and are a haunting to many. My thoughts do just that. All the time. Every time. This is why I prefer to be alone. No one can bother me while I am thinking. Plus, I don't have to grow close to anyone. Death is no longer a frightening thought for me. I would accept it, actually, but God knows that it's impossible. Hm. Speaking of the good Lord.. am I still a child of his? It's said that animals don't have spirits; they don't move on to Heaven. As a werewolf, do I still have my soul? Or am I on a straight way to Hell? I don't want to think about it, but I do. Not that I have to. I need not worry about any of that. It's not that I'm going to die anyway. Werewolves don't die. Unless silver, of course. But what were the chances of me running across one hundred percent silver in the wilderness? A lot to a little were my thoughts. Whatever my chances were, I didn't want to think anymore. I wanted to leave this world behind. Perhaps it was time for me to join... a pack. A group. But, what if I ran into normal wolves? Are werewolves bigger than the usual timber wolf? Or are we all the same size? Why am I worried about it? Even as a wolf, I have self esteem issues. Who knew that wolves suffer the same worry of acceptance that humans do? Questions. Here I am again. Asking questions that cannot be answered. Oh fate. How I hate thee.

I was aware of my surroundings to a point. My eyes were trained before me, my ears turning this way and that, listening to the sound of the world around me. I grumbled softly, a warning perhaps, to anyone about that had the slightest idea about coming after me. I was a fighter, not a lover. That was obvious by the way I moved. My muscles twitched under my fur, showing how they were toned from running and hunting. Only a few times have I been in an actual fight with another wolf. A Drappa that was rather annoyed with the fact that I was coming into her territory and speaking with her mate, the Dragga. Here I was again, using formal terms for Alphas in the wolf world. Perhaps I'm not as human-minded as I believed that I was. I shrugged my shoulders at the thought while I walked. My stomach was full. A small rabbit had served as a snack until I found a pack. Though deer were easier to kill than a usual wolf, it was always the weak one. The gimpy and skinny deer was the one that I took down. The only one I bothered to catch. I'm not stupid enough to charge for the buck. I've seen what they do to wolves and people, even.

The sound of ice cracking caused me to bring my head up and let out another warning growl. "Who's there?" My tongue tasted the air for the first time since my hunt a few hours ago. It had something new in it. The air was different. I taste moisture and it wasn't just the snow. After letting my words hang in the air for a moment or two, I realized that it was I who made the sound. Letting my eyes fall from the world above me, I found my paw next to a sheet of ice. Water? Bringing my head down, I dared a sniff at the area of my paw. Carefully reaching out, I attempted to brush aside the snow that rested on yet more ice. Reality hit me, finally. A lake. I was far from the hospital now. I could sense that a few miles back. I had entered wolf territory awhile ago. But still, I didn't realize how vast and how much trouble I could be in by being here. Another fight and I surely could not handle another angry Drappa and her followers. Turning my head, I searched once more for anyone else about. Before I could turn my head away, my eyes caught sight of my tracks. I frowned.

Sitting down, I curled my bushy brown tail around myself and covered my massive paws. I didn't want to whine in caution of attracting unwanted attention. It's true.. I knew that it was. I had known shortly after my first change. I was a monster living in two worlds, not fitting into either one. My only issue was not knowing if anyone out there was like me or not. Did anyone else feel my remorse? Did anyone else feel the isolation? Or perhaps.. Perhaps, was that just me because I would not allow myself to grow close to anyone? I shook my head and mentally scolded myself. This was no time for sorrow or mourning. I didn't need to do it. I didn't want to do it. It wouldn't get me anywhere, so why waste my energy and time? Rising from the sitting place, I shifted my body and shook the snow from my dark fur. I didn't realize at first, but I stood out rather plainly against my surroundings. Even though these trees held brown bark, everything looked, well, gray. Winter had a way of doing that. It drew the color out of everything. It was always as such. That's why spring was always a rough time. Many were becoming accustomed to the color that was beginning to flood the world once more.

I grumbled once more, not liking that I can't focus on anything for a long time. Narrowing my eyes, I looked to the sky. Should I howl? Should I let someone know where I am? Or should I push on and leave all of this behind and continue living my life without anyone at my side? I chose the last option. I didn't need anyone. Making myself trudge forward, I returned to my 'stalking' way of walking. My ears working to listen to everything around me and my eyes focused forward. It must be a strange sight; Seeing a large wolf walking around and looking like they were hunting. However, I guess I wouldn't have to worry about that. I haven't smelt a human scent since I got a mile off the boarder line of wolf territory and human territory. Seems like humans aren't stupid enough to come in here. I chuckled at the thought and pushed on, my eyes twitching this way and that. Finally, I found what I was looking for. A large tree tumbled over and creating a small crawl space just big enough for me to fit in for the night. Looked good to me and I padded towards it, still listening. Still aware.

Anyone out there?