RANCID MORGUL

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(Finally posting this, I apologize that it took so long.)

(Got it from google but went to the original page: here just to be safe and give proper credit. I manipulated the eyes though.)

Rancid Morgul

NAME. Rancid.
NICKNAME(S). Cid.
AGE. 3 years.
SPECIES. Canis lupus.
BREED. Alaskan Tundra Wolf.
GENDER. Male.

HEIGHT. 32 inches at the withers.
WEIGHT. 168 pounds full of fat and muscle.
COAT. As white as snow.
EYE COLOUR. As blue as the ocean.
NOTABLE MARKINGS. N/A.
PHYSICAL. Cid has a relatively well-toned body, at least one that is well enough suited for him to live and hunt and defend himself. His jaws are likely where his most powerful muscles are and his leg muscles only second to that. He has enough stamina to keep him going if he ever needed to chase after something, but catching it is another matter entirely. He stands thirty-two inches at the withers and is sixty-four inches in length from nose to the very tip of his tail. He weighs a total of one hundred-sixty eight pounds, which is about six pounds away from the max weight of a male. When he was a young pup, his coat was a rather dull gray color and over time it started to lighten up until it was completely white, just like snow.

His fur is long and usually thick, which is most suitable in a constantly cold climate. Every now and again, he will shed and his coat will lighten up some, though you could say it is still somewhat thicker than usually summer coats. He, and others like himself, have a heavier dentition than their cousins- the Interior Alaskan Wolf. This just means he has more teeth, which seems to come in handy.
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FEARS. -Large, open spaces.
-He has a fear of his weaknesses being known.
-He also has a fear of having a deformed child.
-Getting attached to someone and then losing him/her.
VICES. -Temper.
-Hot-headed.
-Has a hard time feeling sympathy for others.
STRENGTHS. -Honesty.
-Physical Strength/fighting.
-Open-minded.
PET PEEVES. -Being lied to.
-People who blame anyone but themselves for their own downfall.
-People that give up.
-People that don't listen/shut everything out.
-People that control others and/or take advantage of others.
-Being lost.
LIKES. -Jokes/funny people.
-Having a decent conversation with someone else.
-A gamble every now and again.
-Venting his anger, it is good to get that stuff out anyway.
-Hearing all sorts of opinions so he can broaden his view of the world.
PERSONALITY. Rancid is a hot-headed creature and as a result he usually runs into battle without a solid plan..which doesn't necessarily make him war-like...just maybe a little bit crazy, metaphorically speaking of course. Another one of his downfalls is his temper, it actually doesn't take a whole lot to make him agitated, everyone has their limits and his are just really low. He doesn't have a whole lot of control over it, but he tries his best to keep it at a minimum. He hates it when others give up half-way or say that they are too weak to continue, especially if what they are giving up on is their life. They are like an insult to everyone who is struggling to stay alive and if he feels anything toward them, it is only disgust. He isn't a particularly merciful being, or at least..others may not view him as such. He believes that death is mercy and that if anyone were to ask for mercy while in a fight or otherwise, well, he would surely grant their final wish. Cid is generally honest with others, but don't mistake that for being kind..not every truth spoken is always a benevolent gesture. He isn't too fond of liars and cheats, either. However, he does like to gamble if it is a reasonable enough bet. His respect and loyalty doesn't come easy, but once you've earned it he'll have your back forever. Though he may not look it, Cid has a surprisingly good sense of humor..but if you ever asked him to tell you a joke it probably wouldn't be funny. Sadly, he just wasn't born with the gift of making others laugh. Every now and again he is able to get someone to laugh or crack a smile, and for some reason that tends to make him feel good about himself.

Cid is hardly the romanticist and generally has a difficult time finding any sort of passion or love in a world stricken with death and sickness. Perhaps he is being too critical and not living his life the way some godly being had intended it. When he thinks about everyone’s struggles, he oddly feels comforted by it and his sense of loneliness is gone. Sadly, it never seems to last too long. Believe it or not, Rancid is quite open-minded and doesn't mind getting more than one point of view on something. Of course, he has his own opinions and depending on how strongly the emotions are for him, he may or may not voice said opinions.
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MOTHER. Ink, deceased
FATHER. Lazarus, deceased.
SIBLINGS. N/A
HISTORY. His pup-hood was a relatively peaceful one and even though he had no siblings to play with, he found other ways of entertainment. He use to be a rambunctious pup and gave his mother, Ink, a hard time whenever he played hide and go seek without her knowing it. It was as if the outer world had no effect on their family, their inner world, their sanctuary. A mere pup did not understand the horror the sickness brought, why should he? He had never seen it take hold within either of his parents and they certainly made sure to keep away from any outsiders. A protective family was a good thing, but ignorance wasn’t.

The first incident happened when he was around 9 months old. A complete stranger had collapsed before him while he had been playing with a passing butterfly. Rancid didn’t know what to do but stare in a shameful curiosity and dread. He was curious because he had never met another wolf other than his parents, but the dread filled him as soon as the wolf spit up his own blood. He hadn’t gone close enough to the stranger to be in range of the blood-spewing wolf, but he took off nonetheless, seeking his parents. They always knew what to do. Ink and Lazarus would take care of it, they always took care of the bad things. “Mom! Dad!” He called out frantically. His mother was the first to come to his aid and she fussed over him for a few seconds before realizing he was completely fine. “What is it dear?” She asked him. “Blood....wolf....I don’t know him...the blood..” He said in disorganized speech and as soon as Ink heard this, she told her son to take her to him. Like a good son, he did as he was told, but he was so sure that his mother would of given him some comforting words like she always did. He swallowed his worried, frightened self down his throat thinking he shouldn’t be a child anymore.

The stranger asked for help as soon as he saw Ink, but she didn’t do anything that helped..she just started asking him all these questions like: “How did you get here?” and “How long have you been infected?”. In his gut, he knew something was wrong and that they should be helping a fellow wolf- even if there was nothing he could do to help. “Please.........hel-” The stranger coughed up more of his blood and some of his landed on Ink, which immediately made her freak out. “How dare you, you filthy creature!” She yelled, but in a calmer, more motherly tone she said. “Cid, why don’t you go and play somewhere else?” He looked up at his mother for a moment, not understanding why she wouldn’t help a wolf that was obviously sick. He eventually did what he was told, like the dutiful son he is and would always be to them.

He didn’t go and play somewhere else though, he waited at the den instead and soon enough his father came back with dinner- it was a somewhat skinny elk but food is food. “Father,” He said. “what kind of sickness makes you cough up blood? It seems incredibly painful..” His voice trailed off when he saw his father’s face. He saw anger, hatred, horror, and immense sadness in those deep ocean blue eyes- the exact same he had. “Who is sick?” He asked, his voice above a whisper. “I don’t know his name..but Mom is with him.” He told him and as soon as the words left his lips, his father seemed to relax for a moment.

Just then, his mother emerged from the shrubs and the blood he was sure had touched her earlier wasn’t there anymore. Thinking she must have washed it off, he went up to her and asked, “Is he okay now?” A brilliant smile came to her and she answered him with: “Yes, he is resting peacefully now.” A flashback to a distant memory came to mind, it was the time when his parents took him on his first hunt and they had capture a distressed, leg-kicking elk. Its voice had stopped entirely once his father bit into its neck. He clearly remembered asking his mother if the elk was okay now and her reply had been the same: “Yes, he is resting peacefully now.”

He didn’t ask his mother whether or not she or the sickness finished him off, he thought it better not to know or ask too many questions. Ink obviously didn’t want him to know the answer, otherwise she might have told him the truth. It was only later that he left his little bubble of ignorance and learned that there was indeed a cure, though temporary, called the Carnicula flower. The sickness the wolf had was the very same disease that brought their ancestors to Toren in the first place. His parents were also victims of the disease, though they refused to eat the flower. He somehow feels guilty for it, even though it was completely their choice. And so, he was alone in the world.
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Name.Maniac, mani or manny is fine.
AGE. 16.
EXPERIENCE. Probably six or seven years now.
OTHER CHARACTERS. Serendipity
HOW’D YOU FIND US. Uhm, does reading the e-mail of the revival count or do I need to use my original excuse? x3
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD. Pm

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yay, first bio since revival! i hope to see some IC activity with this lad--be sure to check the plots board and post there if you're having trouble with threads! <33

we're glad to have you. <3