Triell

[valker]

Triell

"Stare into the night
Power beyond containing
Are you going to remain a slave for
The rest of your life
Give into the night
Give into the night"

I Am, Who I Am,

Name: Triell
Nickname(s): He goes by Triell and only Triell
Age:: He's seen 6 Full Moons
Gender:: Brute
Species:: Dark
Lands:: The Lands of Darkness/Shadows

Into The Looking Glass::,

Appearance: Triell is a very lean, yet bulky, young male. His pelt is a sleek ebony shade, and his eyes are a darker tone of amber. Triell has never been one to be thing, though he isn't exactly fat. His fur is course and long, and has a few strands of silver on his rump and muzzle. His muzzle is scarred with teeth marks and his eyes has a narrow scar over it. His back leg is slightly messed up, and he does not run well on it. His chances of becoming a fighter are slim because of his back leg, though his muscles in every other part of his body are more than capable of handling the effort and strain put on a fighter. Triell's tail is thick and bushy, and he has shorter fur on his legs. His nose is a soft russet shade, and his claws are a dark shade of grey.

Look Through My Eyes,

Personality:: Triell has always been a bit of a loner. He was born to be a killed/fighter, but after his leg was messed up, Triell turned to picking verbal fights, and if they led to physical action, he'd gladly fight back. He tends to act without thinking, and although he fesses up to his mistakes and such, he is very stubborn and egocentric. He seldomly tries to find a diplomatical way out of things, and he despises anything to do with love. Triell has a very dark mind, and he often imagines certain ways to watch other wolves suffer and die. He's never been as violent as he has been recently, but he's always been vicious and brutal. As a pup growing up, he was told never to show mercy, or fear, or pain; he still follows those words. He's never shown mercy to anyone, never shown how afraid he has been, and has never backed down from a fight, even though he might kill the other wolf.
Theme Song:: The Night - Disturbed.

Nu Padeş Trecut,

Sire:: Never Knew his Father
Dam Felshia
Siblings:: None
History: "Again!" snarled his grandfather, the only father he'd ever known, before the much older and larger brute lunged at the weakening pup. Triell let out a wail as a giant paw came crashing into him from the side. Triell flew sideways, sprawling out on his side as he prayed for the darkness to come -- but it never did. "You are weak! Pathetic!" Triell felt the teeth penetrate his skin as his grandfather tore into his flank, lifting the runt into the air, then tossing him as if it was nothing.
"I'm sorry!" Triell cried, cowering under the tree had been tossed into. His frail, thin form trembling in the mud. His grandfather simply scowled and continued his assault.

3 Months Later

Triell awoke with a siring pain in his back leg, his eyes snapping to said flank, only to see the fangs of the bear crashing into his eye. The mother bear had ventured into the dens with her clan, and had not seen the wolves there, but when she had, she attacked. Most of the wolves around Triell were already dead, others were already injured and staying away from the infuriated bear. Triell had not been as lucky as the other wolves, he had a den at the back edge of the site, so he had not heard the commosion. His eyes widened and he held in a yelp of pain. A fang dug into his skin, sliding down his face and over his eye. He yowled in pain and rage, his leg too injured to move. And so, with no help from his pack, Triell limp ran off, his throat tightening as he tried not to whimper.

[Silence]

Accepted!