Name: Ommen

Gender: Male

Age: 4

Description: Ommen is a dark, scary looking wolf, his coat mixed with rough textures of grays and blacks. His tail big and bulgy. His legs are fit and muscly, and strong with the thick, sharp claws. His back line is a thick black line that carries on all the way down to the tip of his tail. His chest proud and strong, mixed with dirty whites. The ruff of his neck thick and furry, it curls round his neck like a snake coiling round his throat. His ears are always pricked up straight, one smaller than the other but you can't really tell. His underbelly is thin and but not too thin that he looks ill.

His maw is black which moaps up to his mouth, his jaws long and wide, his teeth pickeld along them with no cleanness about them, blod stined and plaque filled. His tongue almost black. His nose is a dark, bold black, like led. Dinted with browns. His eyes a dark brown, mixed with hazelnut and oak brown. You can never see his eyes, they are always slit as he starres repeatedly at anyone he has never met before. His face scarred with burns and scratches, wide open cuts which haven't healed properly. He isn't the prettiest of wolves.

Personality: Ommen is slick tempered and sly. His brain works every time but he never thinks things through, he is guilty of murder and darkness fills his mind. He shows this when he starres at you with his haunting slits. His mind and his thoughts are hidden with memories he would rather forget, he hardly ever speaks unless it really neds to be said. It is said that he is rather shy but he doesn't mind showing himself, he just doesn't like speaking or being around others.

His knowledge of hunting is unreal, he knows all the tricks and is very strong. His wise mind and moves teach others exactly what they need to know but he wouldn't share it with anybody. He has wished he was dead for years, but has been strictly forbidden of suicide as he belives in the gods.

History: Ommen was brought up in a huge froest, his mother a lone wolf and his father a single handed guard of his own pack, his father loved his mother so much that he would sneak away from his guard just to see his small family. One day he was caught sleeping with them and was ordered to be scrapped untill death. He was shreaded within two hours of the fight. His father was a good guard and Ommen decided to become his father and grow up in his steps.

He left his mother as she couldn't cope with him, he always wanted to go exploring but what he didn't know was that his father's old pack was still searcing for his mother and him. He loved to talk when he was younger, but he had said too much when he found out about the pack, he didn't know who they were at the time but he found out once he had told them where his mother was. His mother was killed by the pack members while he was sat in hiding watching, he couldn't bare it.

Hew ran far away from the place, these mermeories still fill his mind, hence the fact he never talks. He wonders whether his mother still watches him from the heavens above. He loved his mother very much, while he was on his journeys he was brought across a prey he couldn't catch, a deer, a father probably, he was two years by this time, the deer tried to attack him but he ended up falling into a great ditch where he got his scarres, rats and other creatures lived in this great ditch and they tried to attack him as it was their home. He managed to kill them all and dig his way out.

Once he was back on his way beings tried to atch him, he attacked all of them and murdered all of them. A few months on he was attacked by to wolves, both younger than him. He knew he shouldn't hae killed them as they were his won kind but he had to get back on his travels. He attacked both after another and they both collapsed, whether they died was u to them but he knew they were dead because he came across them again soon after, the stentch of rotten bones and rotting blood. He began to turn evil as he started to enjoy killing them.

He began believeing in the gods again and he talked to them as they forgave him for his terrible actions. He has never killed another soul like him but he is still earching for a pack he can stay with, prefferably an evil one. He is now four years old and still searching for a pack...

Desired Pack: Not sure yet

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