STUCK IN YOUR WONDERLAND
name:: Ramos
age:: 8 years
sex:: Male
height:: 39" not accounting for fur
weight:: 185 lbs on an empty stomach
eye color:: Pale Yellow-Green
imprintability:: Able to imprint
coloration:: Ramos is primarily a mix of cream, blonde, and black. His face is an extremely pale cream, almost white, tapering down to his black muzzle tip with a splash of reddish gold above it. His pale yellow-green eyes are rimmed in the same pattern. He has a slightly darker cream cap that fades into a strong ochre color at the back of his head and up his black-tipped ears. Down his neck, the bold color turns more golden blonde and wraps around either side of his cream throat patch, more black hairs peaking out around the edges. Over his shoulders, black, haunches, and tail sit a black cape dotted with cream spots and three cream saddle patches. From this cape, his fur transitions from a dark blond to the same pale cream of his face as it reaches down to his belly and the inside of his legs. Each of his paws are tipped in black claws and paw pads.
build:: He has always been the "pretty boy" with his long legs and thick, well groomed coat. Ramos takes particular care of his fur, something that is immediately noticeable upon encountering him. His ears look small nestled in his hackles and would appear quite rounded save for the tufts of fur topping each. His pale face is quite large, rimmed by a long mane of fur that rings his neck and broad, muscular shoulders. Underneath the mane are scars from the teeth and claws of a bear that he takes every measure to ensure they stay hidden but he still can't hide the slight limp where the claws cut too deep on his right side. Beyond his shoulders is a deep chest that tapers in slightly around his flanks before his wide haunches cap the length of his body. Long hairs adorn the bottom of his legs and his paws, something that would often appear muddy if not for his meticulous grooming habits. His presence has always been impressive, although his shortened tail may make it less-so in this new land as he is left without a key component used in body language.
history:: Ramos grew up in a pack far from those of Moladion and rose to join the ranks of the defenders of his home pack along with his brother. It was difficult for him at first as he always dreamt of being a hunter but his build and his bloodline better suited him to the line of protection than anything else. However, forfeiting his childhood dreams was not the only thing that he had to give up in order to fill his role. He lost the majority of his tail, a strategy to keep the warriors in their place among the pack as well as give opponents one less thing to grab in battle. They were tasked with keeping their territory lines and ensuring that no harm befell the pack or the hunters while they were out. Ramos' littermate died defending him from a bear that decided to do just that and ambush Ramos as he scouted ahead a short distance and stumbled onto it's kill. The death of his brother broke him and he slowly slipped into a depression punctuated with nightmares that left him with many sleepless nights for over a year. In an effort to cope and hide the scars beneath his pelt from the attack, he developed obsessive habits related to grooming. He tried to continue his duties in his pack but, once again, they encountered another bear in the spring lumbering ahead of them along a hill. Ramos fought the urge to flee for as long as he could, but the moment the bear turned it's head, he turned tail. After his disgrace he could not return out of feelings of guilt and shame and eventually left his homeland.
ooc name:: Vis
rules read?:: Yuppo
required minimum:: 200 words
found ya:: Known about Lunar for a good couple of years at least
other contacts:: Will edit later
sample:: The air was cool and crisp against his thick fur, the wind blowing Ramos' hackles up and around his pale face. He stood bathed in the dancing lights of the auroras with his back to it as he surveyed the vast, flat land before him. There was a salty tinge to the winter air that whipped around his dark nose and tangled his otherwise well-groomed coat, sending shivers down his spine. But it was not the chill that made him close his and stifle his quickening breaths. Even the snow that reached nearly half way up his long legs, dampening the fur around his pads the longer his stood in place, wasn't nearly as cold as the memories that fought to claw their way up. It was familiar. The snow, the lights above his head, the scent of the ocean, even the biting, playful wind. Too familiar.
And the exact thing he had been trying to run from.
Opening his pale yellow-green eyes, Ramos picked up each of his wide paws in turn and shook the water and ice from them. He took another deep breath and watched the steam whip away from his nostrils and the cracks in his muzzle. He had stood long enough. It was time to move. The scarred brute shook himself one last time before he set off again, moving away from where the wind carried the scent of an old love at a steady lope. He'd head inland where he had seen mountain peaks, fill his belly, and continue.
RAMOS :: BOUND TO NONE :: LONER