Deuce

[Deuce♥]

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[bg=588558] ♠Deuce♠ formerly/also known as His Highness Prince Deuce XV of Fo̱s •FOUR YEARS OF AGE•MALE•ROUGE• Description Body: Deuce is fairly well-built brute, with long, slender legs, which elevate him to a height that usually makes him slightly taller than most wolves. The four years he has lived has served to make his muscles strong and compact. He may be pretty to look at, but he should never be underestimated physically, and he has the battle scars to prove it. He is on the medium spectrum of height still, though he is on the larger medium side, partly due to being a male, and partly through genetics. Wolves of his lineage, male or female, have always been somewhat taller in stature. His bloodline makes use of this elegant trait to promote their family as noblesse (nobles). Deuce himself carries himself as if he were floating, and has a very fine gait. Coat: Like others of his blood, Deuce has a fairly thick coat of fur, which protects him in the winter and thins in the summer. His base colors seem to be an assortment of grays, ranging from silvery light gray to almost black. At certain angles in the sunlight, brown fur tips can be observed. It gives him a fairly unique appearance, considering many wolves are a more common completely silver, or a more tan color. Much like a cat might have, he has white paws. The streak of dark gray which runs down the lower portion of his spine seems to highlight the lighter colors of his coat well. Eyes: His eyes are primarily orange, a color found naturally to his race, though if one were to take a closer look, there wouuld be much detail. The edges of his eyes are a more light, yellow-orange, and several needle thin lines of brown give his eyes a more earthy look. His eyes appear darker or lighter at times depending on the light and angle, though they are still fairly normal. Other: Deuce has heightened senses, so he is more perceptive of his enviroment than other wolves, however, this also makes him more vulnerable to things like high pitched noises and such. It is both a gift and a curse. Personality Overall: Deuce is fairly quiet, and while he is, to an extent, amiable and tolerant, an angry Deuce is a scary Deuce. Rather than having a hot temper and impulsive actions, Deuce can be rather cold in his anger, preferring to silently hold grudges. Mysterious and elusive, he doesn't come into contact with others often, and prefers to keep to himself in the depths of the dense forests. He considers being a vigilante of sorts as his ideal path in life, and often hides in the shadows, waiting, watching. He likes to observe things from the sidelines, learning from other's mistakes and triumphs. He is a thinker, a good tactician who excels at and enjoys strategical thought. Deuce is extremely proud, and would honestly rather die than have to bow down to another, and any insults to this pride are duly noted and not often forgotten. Perhaps this is his biggest downfall. However, it is partly canceled out by his level head and the fact that he prizes things like spying and espionage in general, since he is an avid fan of collecting intelligence. He is also unusually frank, which can be a good or bad thing, as he is unafraid of sharing his opinion, and this may cause some discomfort and unpopularity among others. He has a ridiculously strong sense of justice, and not even his closest confidante would be safe from it if they committed an unforgivable crime. His sense of responsibility is a trait taught by his mother, who always told him that it was the duty of nobles such as them to watch over others like guardian angels. Likes: Purpose Intelligence Perceptiveness Useful Wolves Simplicity Dislikes: Ignobility Chatty Wolves Uselessness Blatant Self Righteousness Groveling History Deuce was born to a pack who lived to the far north, not quite the tundra but still a cold place none the less. It was a densely wooded, snowy place, and life was harsh. But as the generations had passed, his pack had begun to thrive on this way of life, adapting to their unforgiving environment. Isolation made this community tight knit, despite it's large size. He was the alpha's second son, and in a pack that operated like a monarchy even in the act of succession, he lived in the shadow of his older sister. Everything Deuce was good at, Nyx was better. He was constantly compared to his talented older sister, and it seemed to the pack that he would never be anything but second best. Their mother, however, favored Deuce, and he responded in kind. The king, who had already been elderly when Deuce was born, passed in the middle of the young princeling's third year. The succession was probably one of the bloodiest in history. A group of rebels decided using Deuce as their figurehead would be the best way to take over. Manipulating the then naive prince, they waged war against the Nyx supporters, who had not been expecting quiet, peaceful Deuce to turn against his sister. It was a long, bloody affair, but at the end of it, Deuce was defeated. It was then he came to his senses, and realized how the others had used him, goaded his small lifelong grudge into something malicious, and quietly accepted his punishment. He was surprised when his sister took mercy on account of their shared childhood, and only exiled him. Needless to say, he never returned, instead wandering before arriving here, a huge mass of unclaimed territory, in order to try and stake out his own section in order to try to make a pack of his own, having not yet forgotten the taste of power.

[~Ice Blitz~]

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