* bulletproof lover, FLYE.

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Name: Flye.
Age: Believed to be four or so.
Gender: Male.
Description: Many say this male is built like a bull.. thick body, holding himself high and proud. Square shoulders and a short neck, with a pelt colored of a dusty gray. His shoulders have a hint of brown, with a graying underbelly. Most of the joints in his legs are black, as is his muzzle and paws. Yellow eyes, and a mischievous smirk on his face at all times. Brute is unusually tall - - or at least above average. Some say he's a hybrid, but he's pure wolf. Flye's teeth are yellowed out, with a missing fang on his left side. His coat is thick, making him appear bulkier and heavier than he really is. The male is lanky, also. Walking a bit awkwardly, and with a limp.
Personality: Despite his looks, brute is quite the charmer. Though he has no interest in the ladies at this time in his life, he tends to flirt and flatter. Flye is a very confident young male, who doesn't exactly have fears or weaknesses. (Of course he has weaknesses, but hey, who likes to admit that?) Brute doesn't tend to show emotion when facing an opponent, he likes to keep a poker face on. Flye is a bit arrogant, easy to see by how he carries himself and how he battles - - a bit caught up in himself, if you ask me. Now aside from his arrogance, you'll find the brute to be quite the conversationalist. He's good at striking up something interesting, and he keeps the conversation going. Sometimes, if he takes a liking to you, he won't shut up, though. Flye's a gentleman, he likes to help and give advice, though he's usually a shoulder to cry on. Despite all the brute's been through, he refuses to let it get him down. He's a strong young man, really, with much will and spirit.. spirit that can hardly be broken.
History: Brute was blessed. From day one, he was cared for by his mother and father. Flye started out as a shy young thing, tending to stay away from the other pups in the pack.. though he grew out of that once his father told him to man up - - and he did. Brute became quite the little spitfire. Play fights, strolls around the lands, and small little hunting gatherings. (Though they only included mice). Flye became a star, absorbing the positive energy that came around him.
As he aged, he came to grow out quite nicely. You could say he was the perfect example of an alpha, but his problem with committing to something kept him from holding that spot for very long.
Flye doesn't remember, to this day, how the destruction of his beloved family and pack had come about, but it happened the winter of his third year.
You could say the male had become bitter, because he did. The brute ended up leaving his lands and started new; getting lead to the land of the humans. It was strange to him, having one day stumbled upon a small farm with a promising food suply. How was the guy to know what awaited him.
Of course, the first few times of snatching up a good meal he went uncaught, like a ghost. Swiftly moving through the fields and snatching up the a few of the newest lambs. Flye took the barking of the dog that was by the door of the strange building as a warning that someone was coming. However, to his disappointment, (though at the moment, his peace), a night came where no dog barked, no leave twisted, no blade of grass was out of place. He came in for the kill like any other night, silence, bleeting, growl,.. BAM. it had been to his surprise that a loud shot broke the silence, and he'd been tossed over like a rag doll.
Flye never crossed foot where the humans lived again. For the next few months he wandered, until meeting an old wolf who dirrected him to Salvation. It wasn't that hard of a journey to get to the lands where the wolves reisdes.
Specialties: Nope, not yet.
Characters: Just this old boy.

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