Character Bio
Name: Sebastian
Age: 5 years
Gender: male
Eye Color: golden olive green (see image)
Appearance: 31in, 100lbs, coloration & build (but with more white in dark areas around face) He has a light dusty brown base coat, filled with darker brown and tan highlights throughout. His lower half of his body is a light cream-nearly white, as is most of his face on his muzzle cheeks and up to his brows. He has black scattered over the top of his head and back in a very natural fashion as well as over his tail, including the tip. His build is a bit stockier and heavier set. With strong legs so that he can pack a punch. His fur is average over all but a bit fluffier around his neck and tail.
Personality: extremely loyal to whoever he cares for or whoever's in charge, though he does not find feelings for others easily; somewhat aloof, you'd think he'd prefer to be a loner, but he prefers the safety and structure of pack life; he's not one you'd befriend easily, but once you do, you'll be glad he's on your side; not specifically looking for love, but he supposes he'll "settle down" one day
Imprintability: yes
OOC: Bogg
Sample:
He hadn't heard the soft rustling that came with the young girl's intrusion. His mind was too clouded with pain to pay attention to his surroundings. It wasn't a very wise thing to be so distracted, but he often allowed himself to experience that pain rather than blocking it out to remind himself that there was something wrong with him. He was a monster, and he would suffer every time he allowed himself to get that way. It is not until she speaks that he even recognizes her existence.

His eyes dart to the source of the voice as he steadied himself. She didn't look much older than the other redhead he'd met at the pub, but there wasn't a strange feeling pulling him away from her. "I haven't forgotten," he retorted, little puffs of hot air coming from his mouth. The sun would be in the sky soon, but it was still cold out. The winters in America were nothing like the winters in Germany, but he still didn't appreciate being naked in it.

The woman leaned against a tree, inching just slightly closer, and he could tell that she wanted something from him. He didn't know what that could possibly be, seeing as he didn't have much to his name. Maybe she was so interested because he was naked. He didn't make an effort to hide himself from her - he'd been naked plenty of times (around men and women alike) in his eighty years, so it didn't bother him like it used to.

Klaus walked up, stopping just in front of her and giving her a very serious look. They were a few inches apart, and if anyone were to see them, it would look very sensual. "I don't need your help," he said shortly before crouching down to grab the bag he had placed behind the tree several hours ago, "and I'm just a wolf, nothing special." He dressed himself quickly, hoping that she would leave it at that and let him be. He didn't want anyone here finding out about him. For once in his life he would like to stop running.

OOC Information
Rules Read: yes
Word Minimum: 200
How Did You Find Us: Snack
Email: thatgirlwholikeshorses@gmail.com
Chatango:Bogg1
Birthday: September 2nd

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