» survivor

Birthdate: 29, 5.

Land of Birth: unknown.

Gender: masculine.

Age: five years.

Breed: Alaskan Tundra Wolf.

Size: he is on the larger side, coated in a layer of burly muscle.

Weight: 140 lbs.

Fur Color: mixes of brown.

Element: Sound.
Power/Ability: Silence Manipulation.
Power/Ability Description/Limitations: Survivor can control silence itself. He can manipulate the sounds of the environment around him and others.However, he can not directly mute or silence himself. He may be able to manipulate the terrain around him, making his movements appear quieter or manipulate others and make it seem quieter to just them, but he can never fully eliminate the sound of himself.
Alliance: Dusk Pack of the Lord - Alpha Male.

Personality:  Survivor is manipulative, maniacal, cunning, and as much of a devil as anyone could be. His title of “murderer” is well earned and certainly correctly given. He has a certain allure to him, being as mysteriously calm as he is.

Survivor does not allow himself to use contractions when he speaks or thinks; he will speak the full word no matter how time-consuming it may be. In this way, he is judged as strange by the first words he echoes. He is very formal, usually calling others by their full names and never their nicknames, using their last name if he knows of it. He formally greets others and pays his respects where necessary. At first he’ll seem quite the norm and possibly even a model of society. He is well-liked, easily able to charm others into believing any story he may spin to them. It is easily disregarded, the fact that he manipulates others into believing anything he wants. But this isn’t a conscious regard; Survivor lies so well that everyone else can barely ever even attempt to tell if what he is saying is true… They’ll just believe it. That is unless, of course, this other is of an ally of his. Even then he may execute them if they further figure out his little secret.

Survivor is a brute. A monster that just can’t pay any mind to the requirements of society. He is destructive, dangerous, and a master of manipulation. Everybody, to Survivor, are puppets and he is the one and only puppeteer. Any form of life is his to injure, kill, help, and play. He chooses torture over lending a helping hand, abandonment over staying, lies over truth – Survivor is as evil as anyone will come.

He carries a strange aura of ever-calmness. It can seem that, in some situations, he can’t even feel the grip of emotion upon him. But that is only the truth; being a psychopath, Survivor can’t feel emotions like the rest of society does. They’re either totally fragmented to the point that he can’t understand them and doesn’t react to his surroundings as he should or they’re just a void of nothingness. But the one he will never – not in his entire lifetime – be able to experience is remorse. He has no guilt, no care for any living person but himself, no need to pay his dues on something that went wrong. He can kill and he just won’t ever care.

When he thinks about it, he’ll come to understand that, by killing the bad guys, he is doing a great deed to the world. It is his solemn duty to do what he does and to do it in cold blood. It isn’t his fault if they’re pained when they die. He has to do this. There is no other way the world can be cleansed of the filth – the grime – that plagues it. Nobody else is going to do it so Survivor must. Isn’t this a soldier’s duty? To rid the world of the disgusting pigs that roam it? 

Those petty thoughts would only cross Survivor’s mind if he wasn’t the psychopath he is. He can’t care, he can’t understand, and he can’t stop manipulating others. 

He is the survivor of this plague that has been placed upon the earth. He is their savior.

Image: look to the avatar or above. ♥.

Pack: he follows the Lord.

Rank: Warrior, is it?

Karbina- mother - deceased - unknown cause of death

Polybius - father - murdered

History:   His past is just as horrific as his entire embodiment is. Some that know of what happened to him as a young child conspire that it turned him into what he is today. And it probably was…

He was born to a sadistic father and an unstable mother. All but his sister survived along with him. By the time their tiny bodies were released from the comfort and warmth of their mother’s womb, they were destined to be victims. They were victims of a terrible torturing that was given to them every day and every night by their own father. He watched and waited for them to grow larger before inflicting wounds worse than a small cut. But he made them whimper from the pain either way. He was unbelievably abusive towards them both. Someday he would kill them. Someday they would just slip away from the pain, the blood loss. But he was so careful as to not hurt them badly enough to do so that it only caused more pain than it would if they were to have died.

The abuse was common for Survivor and his sister. As they grew more and more they got more used to it than they had been; it was all they ever knew of since the day they were born. At a year of age they were both getting large sheaths of flesh ripped from their bodies. But it was Survivor who was getting it all the worse. His father seemed to target him more so his sister. But his mother never even tried to do anything about it; she was just another victim within the trade of a killer. 

Only five months after his sister aged a year old, she bled out and died. That only meant all the more pain for Survivor. He was only able to loathe her for dying on him… For making the presence of the abuse all the more worse on him. The thought crossed his mind many times, if he should just kill that evil man. He would only be ridding the earth of one, small piece of scum that plagued it. 

A year after the initial thought of murder, Survivor did it. He was now a brawn, muscular man and could take on his father with ease. That day, his father was killed and his mother spared. 

Soon after, though, Survivor’s mother died for reasons unknown to him. He was now the only one left within his family, the only survivor of his entire lineage. He was alone to take the lives of the filthy pigs.

ALIAS: Harley Quinnie.
ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS: none.
GETTING HERE: I'm not sure, to be honest. Probably the good ole top-list.