(Okay, I read that there had to be a 'proper' application form thingy. Umm, I dont know what to put, Im going to put what I think is correct. Correct me if im wrong...)

Name: Eragon (Air-uh-gahn)

Age: 4 Summers (Young Adult, Early 20's)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Eragon is a stunning male specimen. His pelt is a shineing silver, long and thick. Patches of ivory is mingled within his fur. Large opticals cast the hue of gold, mimicing the suns rays. he is built, a rather large brute. Long legs lead to four well shaped paws, his plume thick. He has rather large ears, a slender snout protruding from his handsome face. He is masculine, but he is lean and slender for endurence.

Color: Grey, white, mixed with various shades.

Breed: Timber Wolf

Physical: Eragon is a mighty fellow, with a muscular build but that trait does not dominate his apperence. He is also lean and fit, he is strong. He is also lightweight, his beautiful form well proportioned.

History:

What was that?

A light loomed against the snow, it was danceing and twirling, red upon orange and yellow minged within also. Young Eragon watched as humans made this creation, sticks and rocks helping it along. They conversated, eating there fill and sharpening long tools, and some shakeing heads with smiles and pointed fingers. Fingers pointed towards a valued prize, there she hung.

large cold things wraped around Eragons soft belly, lifting him to tall heights and eyes stareing at him with curiosity. Soon, he was upon the ground again. He was frightnd, twas either fight or flight. He ran, not knowing where his tiny paws lead him. His lungs ached for air, the icy oxygen flying through him, the snows numbing his small paws as he kept going. Into the shadow, into the darkness he went. They hid him, good, hiddin. No more fear, or was it not all gone? He would wait, await his mother that would surly escape. Was it not here that told him, told him to run away, be free? He cannot, his mother is still trapped, or though it seems. So he hid on the outskirts of the camp...

Mother...

His mind was frantic, and his silver eyes swelled as he was once more at the two-leggeds dwelling. He sat, frozen in fear as what to do. His mother, her skin stretched upon two poles and held by rope. He stared at the hollow sockets, at the red fur that gave him warmth, the tail that hung loose, flying in the wind. Was it curiosity that made him continue, continue towards the figer that seemed as his mother? He manuverd through the scatterd bones, the snow tainted with a red elixer that made him hunger, his tounge slide agains this ebony nose. He stared up at the lifeless skin, the fur, those empty eyes. Those eyes, will they ever hold his reflection again?

How long has it been, months, weeks, days? How long has it been sence he has been hiddin, a small form huddled within the confines of a hollow log, the shadows his only friend. Oh, how he wanted the warm fur against his muzzle, the soft beats of a heart, even those scolds she gave would be nice. He was alone, he was Eragon, what more is there? The rest is history...

Personality: He is wise, cunning, quick, has a sharp tounge, he is trusting, but it may take time to gain his trust. He takes it upon himself to be responcible, and is quite protective of ones he cares for. He is respectful and mercifull to all, but also needs respect in return. His is very careing, but also is not the type to talk. He is quite witty, and is very intelligent. If a fight may erupt, he would rather fight with words at first, then at last choice would kill. He will fight for his pack, even if it means to the death. He is compassionet and virtious but rarly do is feelign come to the surfece.

Romance: None

Pups: None

Pack: None

Rank: None

lineage: The blood that runs through Eragons very veins are that of his legendary father Cadoc, his mother Elo was also renowned for great beauty and pure of heart. Unfortunatly they both have perished and left this world. Elo was skinned and became lunch for the humans, and Cadoc was killed for trying to fufill his Alpha duties of fending off the intruders but died in the process.

Other: He knows the ancient launage, and knows the history of the lands since he was raised by an old Storyteller dubbed Trian. Due to his sighting of his mothers lifeless corpse Eragon suffers from migranes, they come not to often but when they do they come with force and want to be noticed.

Powers: Eragon is very connected to the world about him, knowing the feelings and words within the creatures of the land.

(Im sorry if im wrong! )