Roussir; Kriopack

[Scorched;;Fire]

Name: Roussir
Clan: Kriopack
Age: 6 months
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Pre-Hunter
Picture:
Short Description: Roussir is a wolf who loves to get in trouble. His coat is ash and rust coloured. He enjoys to hunt and train.
Breed(required for dogs):

Not needed.

Appearance:

Roussir looks as though he was through a fire. His coat the look of ashes and fire throughout. He has rust colour through his pelt, giving him that look of fire. His mother named him so, for she knew the meaning of that name. It means scorched.Roussir has not been through much, and his pelt still looks as though he was a newborn. He still has his pup coat.

Personality:

Roussir has a tendency to get in trouble. He is a fun-loving wolf who loves to hunt and train. He seems to not listen at times, but he really is. Roussir enjoys to have fun and feels uncomfortable when serious things happen. He is a loyal wolf, though he is curious about the dogs and why they came. His least favourite thing to do is to sit still. He is a very sensitive wolf, though. So watch what you say to him. He will take it to heart. Roussir feels as though something is missing at a young age. Something's not right with him, he knows. Roussir also has a temper. You usually don't see it until he is really mad, and that's not often.

History:

Roussir, at a very young age, was exposed to a tragedy. He was out playing with a ball of moss, when he heard a wailing. It was his mother crying out. She had eaten something bad and was ill, he knew that, but she just got worse and worse. Roussir was by his mother until the ending. By that time, he was 5 months old. He could take care of himself. He never knew his father, though some say that he is a loner. Roussir had heard a howl late one night, and to his amazement he had seen a dog. He never knew they had existed until then.

IC:

Roussir looked around. He felt the breeze as it hit him, the fresh guilt of his loss. He knew it would happen, though he never thought it would happen soon. The breeze hit him harder as he gazed around. His brown eyes, fresh with tears, saw the glint of an eye. He knew she would watch him forever. She was all he had. He never knew his father. Roussir smelled the air, and heard a noise. He didn't want to hunt, his mother had taught him things. He went back to his bed and lay down. He looked over to the wall where his mother used to lay. He falt the tears fall as he could no longer contain the pain. He fell asleep with tears still brimming at his eyes.

As he awoke the next morning, he gazed at the light streaming to his bed. He got up and heard the pack bustling around. He looked around and sat outside. He imagined himself as a hunter, coming back to give the pack their food. He knew that sooner or later his dream would come true. For now he had to go back to where he lay before, waiting for the time when he finally got a mentor.

[>>Rukia]

Accepted.

[Scorched;;Fire]

Thanks!