Twenty-six ((Updated: 10/11/15))

Basics:

Answers to Twenty-six, Six, Rabbit, Foggy

Has survived for four Winters.

Physically belongs to the Male population.

Carries the papery scent of Dried Flowers.

Wishes to become a Hunter; Still needs training.

Asexual; Panromantic

Originally named Maes, but does not remember.





Skills:

Hunting: 4/10

Combat: 0/10 (Has no desire to fight, aside from basic defense.)

Social: 3/10

Speed: 6/10

Stamina: 3/10

Co-ordination: 8/10

Swimming: 2/10 (Prefers splashing around like a puppy anyway.)





Appearance:

Light grey fur with a white spot on his forehead in the shape of a diamond, as well as a blaze across his chest and shoulders and a tip to his tail. His eyes are silver in color, and carry an age past his actual years. He is very skinny, even eating regularly as he is now as he only eats a little at a time. He keeps his claws chewed short. His ears and tail are almost always kept respectfully low.


Scars: 'XXVI' has been deliberately burned into the inner side of the flesh of his left hind leg. It can only be seen clearly if he is on his back, otherwise it is obscured.





Mentality:

The high levels of abuse of has presented many blocks that Twenty-six must learn to overcome. As he is, he has a lot of catching up to do. He has the capacity to learn so much, but trauma holds him back. Perhaps with a kind teacher he might be able to accomplish tasks like the others can.


Fears: Being touched, Raised voices, Punishment.

Blocks: Limited Speech, Insomnia, Won't eat unless he's been told to.





Personality:

He is extremely timid and tries to keep to himself, though he will gravitate to Vulcan or another trusted wolf if he needs company. He may approach puppies if those are absent, but will almost never approach an adult he doesn't know. That said, he doesn't mind strangers coming to him as long as they don't look like a threat. Come to him calmly and he will gladly try to converse with you.





History:

Orphaned at a very young age, he was found by a Slaving Pack and trained to be subservient. As he matured and grew into his fur, he was branded with his identification number and traded to a feral Doberman. His training slipped from simple, common servantry and became warped and grotesque. His new Master was sadistic, sharing him with other dogs for whatever use they had of him, be it purely violent, or worse. He was only fed if he kept quiet, and things usually went easier if he did, so he stopped talking and nearly let go of language entirely. The few unbroken sentances he can still utter, are the ones he heard daily from this master.

"Don't fight it."

"Be a good boy."

"Don't leave marks, he's mine. I don't like broken toys."





Sociality:

Since entering the pack, Twenty-six has grown highly attached to Vulcan and Vera. He acknowledges that they both had a role in saving his life, Vulcan having been the first truly kind voice he's ever heard, and Vera being his caretaker. He cannot remember ever having parents, but he has an attachment to both similar to that of a pup to its parents, or at least older siblings. He is highly wary of anyone else, but will not run from those who approach him as long as he doesn't feel threatened. He will happily approach puppies, being that they do not seem threatening at all.









Vulcan: You carried me into this place, and speak to me as if you know what I've been through. Do you know? I want to thank you, but my words are not my own yet. I hope you do not mind that I run to your side when I am scared. Perhaps someday I can do the same for you. I have given you the name Red for your fur, as new words and names are difficult for me.


Vera: You had to touch me to help me. I was scared, but I forgive you. I don't remember my mother, if I ever had one, but I'd like to think she was as you are. Caring above all. There is not much I can do to repay you, but I will do my best to protect you. I have given you the name Leaf for your smell and profession.


Nakita: You showed me how to play when I got lonely, and your kindness is appreciated. I enjoy your company, and the fact you don't think of me as stupid. I will call you Little Miss, even when you grow. I hope we can be great friends.



Springsteen: I acknowledge that our first meeting going badly was my fault. I thought Vera was hurt and was only trying to protect her. Still, I will be wary of you until you no longer seem threatening. I will call you Sand.


Lady Caza: I appreciate you teaching me, and I hope I've learned well. You are a kind Miss, and I will try my best to become a great Hunter.


Marvin: You went hunting with me, and though I got hurt and scared in the process I did enjoy that little adventure. You amuse me, so I will call you Laugh.


Markus: You seem nice and you are kind to me. I enjoy your company and I hope you enjoy mine. I've called you Pretty, but you don't seem to like that. I am trying to learn your name to correct this.


Derek: I'm not sure what to think of you. You seem to be safe and your reaction to puppies is amusing. I like you. I've chosen to call you Tree, as you are so much taller than me. I hope you don't mind me hanging around.