The Claws Of Evil; Dysis

NAME: Dysis
AGE: 4y 6m
GENDER: Masculine
BREED: Alusky
PACK: Loner

APPEARANCE:

Dysis's face is sick. He has a nasty scar adorning his nose, thin but appalling. His is slim, but most of his power is hidden. He is nimble and fast, his long legs making sure he can spring at unsuspecting opponents. His eyes are a dark, dark blue, mottled with lighter flecks. His fur is somewhat long, and as soft as it could get under his conditions. He also has black husky markings, also earning him light stripes up and down his legs.

His underfur is tinted brown from, again, lack of cleansing. His teeth are white but have yellowed over the years, and his gums are a dark purple, surrounded by black. And his tail is a droopy sickle that is rarely up or wagging, the fur is also very course and thin. as I describe this, you have to take in mind this would be considered one of his good days. on his bad days, he looks like hell or worse. Its not uncommon to find him blood splattered.

PERSONALITY:

strengths ;

[/b]He is cuts himself off from others emotions, so he feels no sympathy or guilt. Though, sometimes he does feel a little warmth down there.
Dexterity- Very agile and nimble.
Reflexive- Can catch little movements, and is fast to respond.


weaknesses ;
Acts On Instinct- He acts on impulse, without thinking strategically.
Loner- Cant stand others, but will be around them when he has to.
Blood Lust- Sometimes, he just craves it.

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Dysis was never a fun pup to play with. He didn't abide by the rules. His appetite for winning gets him in trouble a lot, but that's nothing new. His competitive attitude is what drives him to his blood lust. The need to stand above all was overwhelming, and is really one of the only reasons he kills. If someone is going to pose as a threat or nuisance later, why not just finish the job now? That's exactly how his mind works.

It's safe to say hes a slight sociopath, because after his first kill, he could care less about his victims screams. He didn't care that his prey had pups back at home, or that they were a leader of a wallowing pack, he did not give a damn. When he felt the itch, or the hum, he struck. His feeling showed through a few times, on special occasions. Though, those opportunities for him close up in mere seconds.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

HISTORY:

Dysis was never fond of his childhood, but he didn't really care. He was born to a litter of 8 males, and after a sickening disease took over his father, half of his litter was slaughter along with his mother. It was nature, and he hadn't known them too well either, so why be upset? Him and his remaining 3 brothers wandered around aimlessly, until 1 other died of starvation. Dysis couldn't care less it was his brother, he ate and reveled in the blood. The first born, who just happened to be the one that Dysis hated the most, followed his actions. Later on, Dysis killed his 2nd to last brother, and him and his last sibling fought over the carcass. Of course, Dysis won. And lived on the meat of his kin.

He grew up that way, killing whatever was in his path, wolf or not. He could be classified as a cannibal, yes, but aren't we all monsters in a way? He did, one day, happen across a petty young lass. Dysis killed her father in cold blood, but couldn't slit her throat. Instead, he left her be. That was the first time Dy had shown emotion to anyone.

All of this makes up who Dy is, somewhat. He is and always will be a loner, but it makes you wonder if someone can beat him at his own game?