Derume (RhiaxForte Pup Adoption)

[Derume]

OOC Information
OOC Name: Rayzor or Yuyu
Link to Previous Character: I have none.

General
Name: Derume
Alias: None
Species: Myou
Gender: Male
Age: 20 Months
Pack: Cadre
Rank: Would be heir

Physical
Height: Will measure 27".
Weight: Will weigh 65lbs.
Appearance:
This wolf identifies himself with a bumblebee. His fur is thick and very plush, making him extremely soft and easily able to lay on. He seems to have several layers to his pelt, like his mother. Due to this thick coat, he sheds heavily in the warmer months of the year. Derume's bright yellow fur makes it easy for him to be spotted in most any scenery - therefore, stealth is not his high point. Parts of his yellow fur are a darker orange, such as spots on the side of his face, near his tail and legs, and his muzzle.

His legs are socked in black from his toes up to his thighs, making him appear to have the insect-like legs of the bumblebee. These legs attract pollen when he walks through flowers, sticking to him in thick clumps that can be as weighted as burrs. His tail is the fluffiest part of his pelt, long and black, and wags behind him wherever he goes. Stripes of citrine and black go from the tip of his muzzle to his hindquarters.

On his shoulders, translucent wings sit and buzz occasionally, folding up against his back when not in use or when he's not excited. These wings cannot carry him. As he's a wolf and his body weight is too heavy for him to be carried up into the air by such pitiful wings, the appendages are simply there to make noise and look pretty. When wet, they can stick together and rip easily; Derume tends to avoid water and rain due to this fact.

Lastly, the male's eyes are the color of honey - amber irises with a black pupil. These eyes can appear to sometimes shine in an insect-like manner when in the right light.

He weighs 57lbs currently and measures 22" at his shoulders. He will grow to be 65lbs and measure 27" in height.

When he speaks, his voice holds a light tenor that is to be expected with his lithe form, as if he never fully hit maturity. Derume is almost always holding himself proudly. He rarely shows humility, except in the face of one he knows to be stronger or higher than him.

Other: Though he has wings, he is unable to fly. Can possibly hover with extreme concentration and practice.

Mental
Strengths:

• Leading
  
• Guiding others and telling them where to go
  
• Thinking in tough situations
  
• Hunting
  
• Orating/Communicating
  
• Keen sense of direction
  
• Making friends
  

Weaknesses:

• Water
  
• Rain
  
• Blending in with his background
  
• Competition
  
• Clumsy
  
• Loves others too easily
  
• Trusts others easily
  
• High energy
  
• Can be offensive due to his lack of forethought
  

Personality:
Derume is a true sweetheart when it comes to the ones he loves, but he can often be blinded by this love and become far too overprotective. His overprotective nature normally comes out in a very foreign cruelty directed at both the person he is protecting (if they get in his way) and the one who's harming the one he's protecting. His intentions are always very good, but Derume can get far too ahead of himself and do more damage than he means.

He enjoys spending time out running around with his high energy. However, on a down note, he tends to be extremely clumsy and can get himself in nasty situations quite easily. Most times, he needs help getting out of these situations. Several times already he's gotten chased down by large prey and predators, and since his pelt is black and yellow, he isn't able to hide easily. Though overprotective, he needs much work on his courage when it comes to fighting off other animals to save himself.

He has hardly any forethought at all - therefore, when talking to other wolves, he can come off rude and a little arrogant. His words are almost always spoken with intense wisdom, as if he knows exactly what he's talking about. On the other hand, he tends to say things before he really thinks about them. When a wolf is really listening to him, they may find he repeats himself often to make it seem as if he's highly intelligent.

He trusts other wolves far easier than he probably should, but this also allows him to make friends quickly and easily. He's extremely easy-going, but also knows when to take life seriously. His communication skills are phenomenal for a wolf of his age, allowing him to talk easily among wolves of any age and gender. He's terribly frightened of storms due to his lack of tolerance for rain and any other type of liquid.

History:
As a pup, Derume and his siblings grew up together with only themselves and their mother. Their father, Fortissimo, wasn't around much, causing Derume to attempt to fill up the space his father left, though he did a very poor job of it. Nevertheless, his love for his siblings and mother grew strong. The lack of a fatherly figure in their lives had him slightly overprotective and a little overbearing on his family.

Derume learned to talk to others when he was very young. His conversational skills developed well with tutoring from his mother and practice on his siblings. Soon enough, he knew how to smooth-talk his way into most things and his vocabulary improved daily. This, however, didn't mean he knew how to necessarily use those words. In fact, he was constantly caught saying the wrong words at different times. His easy ability to orate turned bad when he began to grow, as his mouth worked too fast for his mind to catch anything offensive he may have said before he finished thinking about it. This got him into a lot of trouble.

Just before turning twenty months old, their home flooded, sending Derume, his siblings, and his mother to the Enclave. Currently, they wait there for the Cadre to dry up and become livable again.

Other:

RP Sample:
"Derume! Let's go out and play!"

In the cool depths of the den, where darkness cloaked his tiny, growing form, Derume's soft growl came, his black lips pulling away to reveal just a gleam of white in the shadows. Two dark paws lifted to cover his eyes and snout; his voice was groggy with sleep, a sign that maybe he'd stayed up too late the night prior. "Go 'way..." he groaned, rolling over. "Leave me 'lone..." The response to his grogginess was silence - no scratching of claws against the ground or any sort of movement. Had his sister so easily left him alone? Or had she been taken by some hideous monster in the dark depths of their den?

Immediately following the thought, Derume jumped to his paws, ears flicked forward as he searched for his sister's breathing. Little light trickled into their small home, making it difficult for him to see. "Miser--"

Something flew into his side, knocking Derume down to the ground with a shocked and slightly pained yelp. The pup was back to his feet in seconds. "Miseria!" he called, his body rigid as he stood his ground. In the darkness, he could see a black shape moving, coming closer...--

"Gotcha!"

The sound of Miseria's voice as he caught sight of her squinty black eyes made Derume release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his body relaxing and head dropping a little with the action. "Jeez, I thought something hideous had taken you!" he exclaimed, straightening back up. As tiny pups, their small den was much larger to them than it was in reality. To Derume, the end of their den was somewhere far away and extremely dark, where only their brave mother dared to venture to. She alone could defend them from the scary monsters that lived there. She alone was the one strong enough and courageous enough to do it. Though Derume would never admit that aloud to his siblings, or even her for that matter.

Miseria's smooth, warm laughter lifted Derume's spirits, his tail wagging behind him as she moved forward to nuzzle his chest. She'd always been a quiet one, his sister. Quiet and sweet. "Can we please go outside and play?" she asked again; in the shadows, he saw her lower down on her front paws playfully, wagging her small tail. "Please? I'm bored. Mom's still sleeping. You're the only one awake!"

Derume took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly through his dark nostrils as he nodded his head. "Alright. Let's go out and play." His sister released a joyous noise before leading him out of the den, stumbling once the bright daylight hit her eyes. She'd never been very good with seeing due to her second nature as a Myou - it was part of the reason that Derume was always by her side when she left the den. His poor sister... But he'd take good care of her. She'd always have him to help her. She was smart enough to know that she would occasionally need to be dependent on others, which was why when daytime was in its prime, she searched for him or another sibling.

"Can we play hide-and-seek?" she asked him once they'd exited the small den. Her nose lifted to him, her eyes closed as they most always were when she was outdoors.

"Of course," Derume said, smiling.

Unlike his sister with her earthy tones, Derume stuck out in the terrain. His fur was bi-colored, with yellow and black making up his undercoat and overcoat. Darker orange spots spotted his pelt on the areas near his muzzle, hindquarters, and legs. Though these bright and unnatural colors would normally make him an easy sighting for any wolf, his sister wasn't able to see very well in the daytime. It didn't, however, mean that she couldn't use her nose. "Alright, you go and hide while I count!" Miseria said, nudging Derume with her small nose. "One, two, three..."

Derume took off to find a spot to hide, the small wings on his back buzzing insistently as he looked for a place where his sister wouldn't find him easily.

"... seven, eight, nine..."

Her voice was fading behind him, drowned out by the sound of the humming wings on his back. He rushed through flowers and brushed by whatever brush he could find, leaving his scent on things to make it harder for her.

"... ifteen... even...een..."

Derume smiled as he finally found a spot among a small gathering of flowers, plopping down onto his side with a soft sigh before going completely still. His sister would find him, alright. She always did. She always would.

This was the beginning to a very, very great day, he thought.

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