donovan.

[ℓ ι α ♥]

Name: donovan
Age: three years, two months
Gender: male
Personality: donovan isn’t much of a talker, but it’s not meant to be mistaken for unintelligence or shyness. he’s actually quite bold, but he doesn’t like wolves that run their mouths nonstop, so of course he would not be one himself.
if he believes in something, he will stand by it no matter what. it doesn’t have to be right; it just has to make sense. as a logical thinker he looks at all sides of something before making a decision, and does his best not to be biased. he’s optimistic at points, believing that no matter how rough it is things can get better, because life can’t suck 24/7. he’s hardy and strong, and very adaptable, with a way of worming his way out of most bad situations. he’s not above lying if it will actually do some good for the situation, but he’ll also easily tell the truth, even if it will hurt someone.
his negative emotions tend to be powerful. if he’s mad, he’s really mad, if he’s sad, he must have one heck of a reason to be. he also has a bad habit of snapping. if he thinks you need a good talking to, he’ll dish it out. if you don’t respect him, he won’t respect you, even if he’s beneath you, because he doesn’t think that it’s right to be able to push someone around just because you’re a higher rank. this has gotten him in trouble more than once, but lucky for him this attitude pops up sparingly. he doesn’t tend to express his dislike for others unless they are really screwing up.
he’s seen the dark side of things, and over the few short years of his life he’s learned that life is by no means fair, and that sometimes you do need to get your paws dirty to get things done. you usually are succumbed to bad things before the good. some think that this made him a little dark, but it really just gave him clarity. he’s actually quite the gentleman, and very considerate. he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself for someone he loves, and can actually be pretty humorous if the mood is right.
Looks: donovan is sort of tall, but not really anything out of the ordinary. he is more lean than other wolves, and doesn't have a lot of muscle to work with. he has a thick, sleek, black coat that lays perfectly flat and straight across his body, except for hairs on the back of his neck and top of the head that stick out like a mohawk. there is also a tuft of hair on the top of his head that is a little elongated, spiking forward limply over his left eye. long-legged, slender, and elegant, donovan gives off the impression of confidence. his claws are milky white, and pawpads mismatched black in pink in no certain order. his eyes are a bright orange - deep and mysterious. he is graceful, very lean with what muscle he has. his tail is long and thin, as is his muzzle. his ears are just the right size for him, and his eyelashes are unusually longer than most. he becomes more handsome as he matures; coat becoming sleeker and eyes becoming darker. he also starts to develop more muscle, but not much more.
History: donovan isn't clear on his history, just what his mother has told him. his father was the alpha of a pack who exiled his mother, in fear that his alphess would realize who the father was once the pups were born. donovan has two sisters and a brother, lluvy, china, and roland. the only sibling he was close to was lluvy, but as she became older she became more arrogant. his mother ended up dying from sickness, which started the separation of his siblings. he hasn't seen them in years, and doesn't really care.
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Roleplay sample: the ocean was beautiful, quiet and churning against the shore. she hadn't been here before, but automatically felt relaxed being here, and knew that this would be her favorite place to be. seagulls cawed irritably, fighting over a crab that had wandered too far up shore. josephine leaned down, her back arched as her tail wagged playfully in the air at the two bickering birds. she barked at them before jumping at them. she was surprised when they hardly seemed afraid, merely shuffling away and staring at her with black marble eyes, heads cocked to the side. staring at the crab that was now free, scuttling to the ocean missing a claw. it was strange, she felt so puppish here, so free and happy and careless. it was almost like she didn't have to worry about her brother anymore, and definitely not her future in adraine. she only knew of caden, cayne, and xecir. caden was the kind and fair one who had accepted her into the pack, and for that she was grateful. cayne was the handsome and friendly one, while xecir the romantic gentleman she had met at white day. she was pleased that her acquaintances as of so far were all friends, wolves she could speak with if she felt she needed to. but sometimes, you just needed a stranger to talk to.

josephine's deep amber eyes followed the crab as it escaped into its freedom, alive. she began to follow it, shivering as the chilled ocean water lapped at her paws. but it felt so good, and her eyes tracked the crab through the glistening water. the water now ate at her shoulders, coming at all directions. josephine took one step into the water. another step. her next step found no footing; the sandbar had disappeared. she fell, slipping into the ocean with barely a sound.
she had only meant to take baby steps, wanting to disappear like the crab, but then she actually did disappear, dropping into the water that was everywhere - no sides no top no bottom - and taken so by surprise that it didn't matter that she was close to shore or that she was a good swimmer because she panicked. in her panic she swallowed water and her fur spread out from her body like a multitude of little tentacles thin as filaments, like a sea creature jerking about wildly. for a second she felt numb and blue and liquid herself, and resigned to the fact that the water would overcome her. in that second she began sliding away from the present and she stopped thrashing about, and relaxed and felt like a bird caught in a draft of air rather than a wolfess pushed and pulled by the ocean and gave up.

i'm drowning, she thought, and it was the very thought that made her kick and paddle and kick and paddle until she broke through the surface of the water and made her way back to shore oh so happy to be alive and coughing and coughing and coughing. away from the waves, she plopped in the sand, water streaming from her maw and ears. her mouth and throat burned, and her eyes painfully stung. why had she been so stupid? she had almost drowned, but she didn't, she was alive. and that felt so good. sniffing, she bit back a whine as remaining saltwater rushed back up her nose. looking back at her body, her ears pinned back to her head. her thick white fur clung to her tiny body, her shoulder bone and haunches poking out like a skeletons'. she looked like a wet cat. turning her head, she feebly licked at her wet fur, trying to clean it off - but the sharp taste of salt discouraged it. heaving herself up, josephine stood on shaky legs and shook her frame, water splaying out from her fur. losing her balance, she fell into a sitting position, and looked again back at herself. how pitiful could she get? licking her fur again, she ignored the stinging salt and got to work cleaning herself.