Conan

Nickname - Just Conan. Said: ‘KOH-nan’. Means ‘high wolf’.
Age - Three and a half
Gender - Male

Pack - Mrtvi Vukovi
Rank - Subordinate
Mate - None
Cubs - None

Apearance - Conan is the perfect description of an arctic wolf. His entire body is built for surviving even the harshest conditions, but at the same time, he is quite the looker. His fur is smooth and thick almost everywhere, except for the long limbs he likes to call legs. His face is truly a work of art, framed beautifully upon the rest of his person. The white male’s eyes are a brilliant, bright shade of orange that are often shining with humor or cockiness.
His pelt, despite being white, is anything but ordinary. It is truly a clean, crisp color that you would only find in the most northern of wolves. The only marking on his body is a small black splotch in the middle of his ivory chest.
Conan’s ears are rather pointy and long, making him appear taller than he actually is. His snout is long as well, rounded smoothly as if it was carved from stone. Sprinkled around his muzzle are a few black speckles that are hardly visible.

Personality - Conan is a bit of a bully, constantly picking on others if he’s bored enough, or simply to have some fun. It’s hard to tell how he’s feeling because his eyes are constantly shining from being amused by his ‘subjects’. It’s incredibly hard to earn this male’s trust, but once you do, he’s a great wolf to have on your side. If you’re trying to take something seriously, chances are he’ll do anything in his power to make a joke out of it. You have to have a lot in common with Conan to get past his twisted exterior.
The brute is hardly ever nice to anyone besides those he is close to. He lies and cheats to get his way, and isn’t afraid to hurt those who consider themselves to be his friends. He’s a sore loser, and at the same time, a sore winner. He’ll find out any information he can use to bring you down, often tormenting you with it until you’re scarred for life.
As far as females go, Conan can be the most charming, irresistible creature alive, but also the most annoying, devious monster out there. It all depends on how the first impression goes. He can’t ever imagine himself settling down and starting a family because he’d rather move from female to female, messing around with them until he becomes bored, then simply throwing them out on the curb like garbage. He’s skilled in the ways of manipulating emotions.

History - Conan’s parents weren’t ever truly interested in their pups. They were more concerned with their status as alphas, and he was sure they were only together for the good reputation they got from it. Conan taught himself to become the greedy, jerk of a wolf he is today from the neglectful life he once lived. No one knows what happened to his three sisters when they wandered off to hunt one day, for they never returned, which only aided Conan in feeling worse about life; they were his only friends.
Once he was old enough and fed up with his pack, he simply murdered his father and left, looking for a new place to call home.
Breed - Pure arctic wolf.
Size - Stands 31 inches tall, weighs about 105 pounds, five feet long.

Roleplay Sample - Unce unce unce.

Other Characters - Sarai, Alumice