Creole **Kukkien**

[Creole]

General
Name:Creole
Alias: Loui
Species: Kukkien
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Pack: Loner
Rank: n/a

Physical
Creole is about average like most of his species but a few standout points make him one to take a look twice. His paws are rather large to hold himself up and beneath his fur is actually a strong set of muscles. His shoulder area and back legs have more muscle than the rest of his body with his feline like hunting skills he has to be able to jump and heave his rather heavy tail. The tail is slightly thicker than most, the fur resembling a swamp like murky look and his thick tail just tuffs and tuffs of fur. His facial features are sharp but rounded at his muzzle. His nose has larger nostrils to take in scent easier.
Height: 33 Inches
Weight: 68 lbs
Appearance:
Starting with his paws, his claws and pads are a soft gray to resemble rocks, his fur on all paws are a dark and murky looking brown, the hue traveling up to about his wrist and fading into a softer brown. Traveling farther on the front paws, the softer shade of brown begins to get streaks of a dark murky green that flows to his back. On his chest and belly stands the dark brown that started at his paws. With symmetry markings, the brown streaks boldly through the faded brown and into the murk green. His back legs fade quicker to the lighter brown and then the murk green. The darker murk green thus merges to his mane which carries ferns and monkey grass along with several different types of weeds and grass lining down to his tail. His tail’s fur width is larger than most of his brethren, the entire bottom of the tail the dark shade of brown. It has a thinner shade of lighter brown between the murk green, his mane widening some midway through his tail.

On his cheeks is the lighter shade a brown and contrasting against it suddenly is the darker murky shade of brown, both running back to his ears. Right beneath his eyes is a soft shade of pale green. His muzzle also has the soft brown shade except the top of his nose and his head merging to the mane at the start of his head. Monkey grass covers most of his neck and head mane, the grass possibly making him seem like he’s sporting a Mohawk. At his shoulders, like a horse shoe, the same pale green covers down and merges with the dark brown chest fur. Right at the nape of the neck where it meets the shoulders there is a fern plant coming from his mane. Traveling further down two more smaller ferns rest on his tail and at the very end of his tail sits a bigger fern.


Other:
The plants he had gotten were mostly during his isolation in murky and dark areas, allowing the plants to fester and gain a permanent spot on his mane. His eyes are a pale cyan.

Mental
Strengths:
Creole has rather strange strengths. He can take a good laugh, and a good beating and just smile about it. His laid back personality makes most of his enemies wonder what’s wrong, and then that’s when he strikes. He uses the visual of perception to take others by surprise.

He’s also very lingual and his bold comments often can either make others laugh or cry. His single hunting also proved better than most loner wolves. Though he stalks, it’s his ability to lie perfectly still to take his prey by surprise, his eyes closed and his boy almost dead looking. With the help of his fur colors and his mane it makes it easier for him.

Weaknesses:
His weaknesses however counter act his strengths in some aspects. Because of his rather sharp tongue, it leads him to be friendless and pack-less. He has hurt many people with it and normally doesn’t think before he speaks, which can be found slightly off and odd considering his species. Though his hunting skills are improved by most, it’s the time of waiting between his still moves that gets him out of a meal most days. On his way of thinking, it can sometimes fail him.

Though he is very friendly and rather happy most times, there are the dark parts of his personality that make him rather weak. In those moments it can completely weaken his entire being, not bothering to hunt, laying for hours to about 2 days without moving.
Personality:
From afar, most would think he was a mound of grass or just part of the scenery because of his stillness in his features but up close with his eyes open, something about them tell a short by long story. Creole always had this mysterious but intriguing look and feel to others until the moment he turned a year old. Upon meeting others and new faces, he’s rather cheery like most of his kind but something about how tense his body is and the stature of his stance warn the on-looker that he is in fact ready to pounce if threatened. He’s always big on facial expressions and even body language. Though his head is always held high and his ears perked forward in pride, the simple stare of his eyes can tell someone that he’s frightened or wary.

He actually enjoys meeting other wolves, despite his looks he pretends that nothing is wrong or different with him, as well as other wolves he sees. In all reality he thinks they are simply the same and that life is far too short to be mad or hate anyone one thing for something they think is either different or strange.
With company of wolves, he gives out a silly outlook to get laughs and he enjoys making others feel comfortable. Though he can be rather ‘happy-go-lucky’ most of the time, there is a rather dark side of him. On certain times when the weather changes and it gets colder in some areas, his temper will be easily flared and his nerves will be never ending, his normal stillness practically non-existent since his muscles will jump and his ears will constant be twitching. During those times he can be very edgy and usually seeks out alone time away from the pack. This is the most dangerous time for him since it’s cost him his last pack. During those moments, deep down he’s hoping that he will be confronted and they will assure him he is part of a home. When left alone, he ventures off.
History:
Born in rather older pack, his other siblings had died pretty much a few weeks after birth. He was the only surviving pup of the pack’s current litters. With his mother already nearing her last years and his father dying just a few months after his birth, the pack slowly began dying around him. With low fertility on keeping it alive, he watched as his first year, most of the elders died. Upon hitting a year and a half, his mother and the rest of the pack slowly succumbed to a peaceful sleep. Left alone, he wondered around alone.

During his time alone for the next half a year, he spent it just outside his home area, in the depths and murky water where the plants there had made a permanent home on his mane after the time allotted there. Once tired of his loneliness, he set off further, in search for a new place he could call home.

Other: n/a



(drawn by ME, and yes it’s black a white…)



OOC Info
AliasNox (Night on other sites)
Age 22(23 soon!)
Role-play Experience Going on 9 years.
How you found us? Google, which lead me to top 50 wolf sites.