Obligatory Comic Relief Character

[Shadow]

Name; Heretic.
Age; Young Adult.
Gender; Male.
Breed; Eastern Timber Wolf.

Desired Pack; Cestos.

Appearance: He's very pretty. Just look at him. He is very, very pretty!

Personality: EVIL AND DEMONIC!! RAWR! Actually, it's quite the opposite. Heretic is - mostly - a well mannered wolf with a strange affinity toward humor. He can be quite silly when he wants to be, and is generally an upbeat character. Unfortunately, when Heretic gets angry about something (it's usually about little, unimportant things. He can handle it appropriately when the problem is large and scary looking.) there is no talking to him. He sulks in a corner by himself when he doesn't get his way in an argument, hoping someone will come over and tell him what he did wasn't completely wrong. He comes off as the type of character that cares for nothing but himself, which is usually the case, but in fact, he shows his affections in strange and sometimes slightly violent ways. Heretic is very critical of those he knows best, because he knows they can be better. He himself takes critic horribly, as well as praise. He doesn't quite know how to react to either. But, through and through, Heretic is a good guy. A good guy who acts like a silly bad guy sometimes, but still, his heart's always in the right place. (Mostly...)

P.S. He is very much so a spaz.

History: (STILL LYING!!) He killed everyone, and then fell in love. But it didn't work out, so now his children are trying to kill him because he was such a jackass for "raping" their mother. Cliche` enough? Okay, that's a lie. In fact, he's lived his entire life in the pack, and he owes his loyalty to Bacardi.

RP example; (I'm feeling rather lazy, so, here's some good ol' Dismay.)

ENTER: A PLACE OF DiiSMAY:

She could think of no other place she wished to be, and at the same time, several popped into her mind. But the fact was, those places were in the past, and were no longer there. The only sentimental value they held was in her mind, and it would diminish as soon as she tried to duplicate it. Thus, she found it silly to think on such matters. But that didn't stop her mind from wondering pack to the times of her puppyhood, before she'd become afraid of looking at her blood red eyes and snow white fur. It gave her goosebumps all over.

Rousing herself from the uncomfortable slumber against the linked fence took no more than a flick of her ear. Her paw was resting on the bottom bar of her cage, nose, poking out of the fence as far as it would go. She was laying on her side, the rest of her appendages sprawled out in a comfortable position against the cold concrete. Her eyes slowly opened into slits, immediately jumping out like rubies in a meadow filled with daises. She pulled her muzzle from the fence so that she could yawn, closing her eyes again in the process. Her legs stretched, her paws flexing to their fullest. Then, she became smaller, and more aware.

Tank and Cobalt were already awake, having a small chat that seemed to be merely pleasantries. Lazily, she laid her head back down against the bar she'd been sleeping on, feeling the warmth that had seeped from her body rush back. She blinked, and squinted, and finally found a comfortable enough spot.
"Hello, gentlemen." She said, quietly. Though, gentlemen was probably not the right term, she found herself unable to speak without being proper. She didn't dislike either of them, either. In fact, she was quite fund of both of them, being stowed away in small living quarters with them for the majority of her life. Tank, in particular, could entertain her with his madness for hours. She was compelled by it, and almost jealous of such an easy escape. But he had been insane before the cages.