-< Sami >-

[Chaos]

Sami

Define your meanin' of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go

Back to Basics||

Name: Sami
Age: Almost five cycles of the seasons
Gender: Male
Pack: Vecka
Rank: Delta Male
Other:

Short personality description: Blood. War. Death.

A Quick Glance in the Mirror||

Looks/Attributes: The male stands at forty-two inches with a good weight of a hundred and forty pounds, which he gained even after the scrawny blood lines he came from. His eyes are a sample of gold and crisp amber mix all together with dirty glaze. The coat that covers him from head to toe is a dull gray; it varies in shades around his and top of his body. His under belly being a softer gray than say his tail, however the gray, at times, has been mistaken as darker blue. Some say that his color of gray must’ve originated from the color blue. Scars cover his body from the one across his eye to the one that sits along the top of his hip. They do not keep him from doing as much, if not more, than other, he does not see anything bad about them as they are symbols to him. In total, he may have up to five scars on his body that are seen to the public eye, however his pelt still has its fluff in the winter and its luster in the summer. As again, the scars do not hold him back; if anything they may enhance the rest of his features. It is like they were meant to be there, as strange it sounds.

Height: 42 inches
Weight: 140 lbs
Eyes: Dirty gold and amber
Pelt: A dull gray, almost mistaken as a darker blue sometimes

More?||

Personality: In short, he could care if he wanted to but he doesn’t. His attitude is lax but strong at other times. He dislikes the weak, he sees that begging, pleading, groveling for your life or another’s life, not as bad torture, or whatever the situation may be as weak and pathetic. When he speaks, it is very common for him to say that another is pitiful, a disgrace to the pack or as a wolf, even the word pathetic. His feelings are never spoken of, not the ones that could be used against him at least. Sami loves the smells and sounds of war and death; he has always had the lust for the blood and the feelings of another’s dismay by his paw. He is not insane as others may be in the pack but he is not “nice” either. His version is clear to him, he lives his life as it is, and does not see much beyond that. He does not have mercy, compassion for another, love of the future, nor does he find that females that flirt are helpful but he has nothing against them. Sami has learned to be neutral when it is the time and blood hungry when it is time. The male seems to be either just those two, neutral or killer. That is how is was raised and how he is, Sami does not see that changing anytime soon.

Likes:

• Smell of death & war
  
• Sound of ripping flesh, breaking bones, etc. ((anything having to do with another’s downfall))
  
• The solid, the strong
  

Dislikes:

• Weak wolves
  
• Hot days
  
• Those who make threats they cannot back up
  

Strengths:

• Blood lust
  
• Brute coercion
  
• Tracking
  
• Memory
  

Weaknesses:

• Tolerance ((For those in the pack that are weak))
  
• Motivation ((Sometimes it is in short stock, but eventually it will come about))
  
• Not a full team player ((he does not mind sacrificing another if it benefits in the end))
  

History: Before the training, before the fights, before the blood, death, scars, and the dark that hung over his head, he can pull up memories of happy times. However, those did not last long, they were a nice period to have and nicey nicey, though they are of the past. Now they are nothing. Sami has lived life as he has learned how, survival. Life before death, death to those who can prevent your own, and you live for yourself and yourself only. Others are nice to have around when the prey is large but otherwise, they are not family. His mother died before he could meet her, his father trained him to be merciless, to take what you could, not to look back, to never be the weak one or you will die. His father was a pathetic leader in Sami’s eyes, the pack they were in was sad as it was all males. Well that is how it was when he could remember all that happened around him, his mother was the last to go for the females. They were scrawny and most of time desperate for food. He loathed it, all it. Being born to such pathetic creatures and put on this Earth to rot by his sire’s rules. They would suffer for making him suffer; he would make sure of that.
In his time, he only remembers the first one body of meat of which he would actually call an opponent. It was a scavenge day, simple all you did was run around and find food that would be easy to grab. The pack separated into small groups to do so and he ran moderate speed since he would not waste his energy running. They had spotted an easy kill, a young pup and a female by the looks of it. Everyone in the group had decided for it to become the food but Sami had other plans. They began to close in as it sang out its last song for help, she was such easy prey and helpless as one of the group went eager and struck. That is when that shadow came out and took the eager attacker down with ease. Sami remembers as the rest took on the offensive and attacked him; the male wolf was about his age and his size at the time. He brought down two and the others hurt, Sami glared at him but retreated with the others. It was sad how easily the others were taken down by just one, though the death of the two was put on his shoulders. His father blamed him and Sami attacked him. It was enough, that day the pack was split and divided. Some went out on their own since the old lead was fallen and some followed Sami. In the end though, he made the others leave him. He wanted nothing to do with the weak and for the time he was a loner. The land held many wonders for him to explore, much prey for him to practice his killing, as well as other loners to spar with.
Sami went from pack to pack, as he could establish his place but every time something would happen that he found them pathetic and weak. The wolf would not have that again, he would kill before that, as he had. That was the reason his father was dead. During the time, he has come across other bodies of meat that he would call an opponent but he wonders sometimes what ever happened to that shadow black wolf. The thought of taking him down made a smile creep up on his face, if only…

Meet the Family||

Sire: Invir (deceased)
Dam: Unknown (deceased)
Siblings: Unknown, most likely dead.
Other relations: None

The Creator||

Name: Chaos
Age: Ageless ^^
Other characters: John & Shoka
Role play sample: Required.(First character only.)

[winny]

✔ Accepted.
--Winny