Tsume

[Tsume]

Hope fades into the world of night, shadows fallen out of memory and time. Don't say we have come now to the end!
Howard Shore - Into the West

birth name~ Tsume
alias~ None
age && date of birth~ Appears around 20-22 as human, 5 or 6 as wolf | April 21
gender~ Male
sexuality~ Heterosexual
species~ Gray Wolf
rank~ Lone wolf
canon~ Yes

hair color~ Fur: Gray throughout. Hair: White
eye color~ Gold
height~ Wolf: 35 inches | Human: 73 inches
weight~ Wolf: 172 lbs | Human: 160 lbs.
physical flaws~ Very large "x" shaped scar on chest along with many smaller scars across body from fights.
Appearance~ A generally ominous figure, Tsume looks his act, very mean and macho. With skinny legs but thick, powerful muscles on the torso, Tsume looks both quick and strong. An always condescending gaze dissuades people from trying to talk to him unless they need to. As a human, her wears all black leather in the form of a too small t-shirt that has ripped in various places. The scar on his chest is visible at all times. Very form-fitting black leather jeans complete the facade with black shoes and a black belt. A small earing in his left ear can be seen, but it is a simple band of silver.

likes~

• Being alone
  
• People he can use
  
• Friends he can count on (hides this)
  
• Dark, damp places
  
• On occasion, fighting.
  

dislikes~

• Idiots
  
• Ignorance
  
• Humans
  
• Being trusted
  
• Those incapable of caring for themselves
  

weaknesses~

• Sense of worthlessness.
  
• Helping those in danger, putting himself in great danger.
  
• Hides a very sensitive interior
  

strengths~

• Strong, and good fighter
  
• Able to shrug off pain
  
• Wit and experience
  

goals~

• Survive
  
• Find out what happened to his old pack
  

overall personality~ On the outside, Tsume appears to be a hard-ass. He is uncaring, unloving, and unmovable. With the way he moves and acts, one would think his is a dark embodiment of "don't mess with me." In a way this is true, as he can analyze and react to a given situation quickly. He lives usually among humans, disguised as one only because they are, for lack of other words, cheap labor to get him food. He absolutely hates idiots, and those who don't know what they are talking about. This does include the children category.

However, all of this is just a cover for his deep, sensitive interior. In truth, he is afraid of being worthless. Afraid of letting others down, and afraid of seeing other people die. It is for this reason that he does make friends. With anyone. However, a little, stupid runt started to grow on him. Tsume's greatest fear of all is the death of this runt, and other people he has to call friends. He is strong, determined, and resourceful. But these only show when he is truly protecting something. However much he says he doesn't care, he will go out of his way to save those in need. But, he is always trying to find where he truly belongs.

home country~ Aerugo
siblings~ Unknown
father~ Unknown
mother~ Unknown
other people of importance~ None.
history~ Tsume descended from the mountains of Amestris after having been cast out by his pack. There was an attack by another pack, but Tsume was cowardly and ran away, leaving his friends to be slaughtered. But the others who survived knew of this. They branded him a outcast by inflicting the scar upon his chest, and sent him on his way to live alone or die in a hole. Tsume took both options, really. He moved into one of the human cities and disguised himself there, living alone and yet descending into a pit of shame. He only lived by scrounging food with other human refugees in the city. Of course it was dangerous, when they had to outright steal it.

The time came, however, when he had to leave. The stench of the city was too much anymore, and he missed the mountains. So he tried returning to his pack. Upon re-entering the old territory of his old pack, none greeted him. He continued to explore for some time before realizing no one was there. They had all left. Only one clue pertained to their disappearance. Half-buried in the dirt was a small crest, as if broken off some human's clothing. He had never seen this crest. But it burned into his mind, and he once again left for the human cities. This time he had it somewhat better. Getting himself a reputation as a fighter, he managed to stay hidden and yet also gain quite a bit of human trust. He was called "Claw" as all those he fought mysteriously gained scratches, not bruises. The humans, in their arrogance, attributed this to hidden micro-blades in his knuckles. Where he fought, this was to be expected.

Eventually he started asking around, showing the crest to humans, learning what it meant. This method proved somewhat useful, as he eventually garnered a name and city. Shamballa Incorporated, based directly out of Central City in Amestris. Tsume wasn't to be seen in the small town for a long time. He made his way across deserts, mountains, and through more cities to this one Central City. Eventually he reached it, and did not like it at all. The entire place was a fortress for Shamballa Inc, but that didn't matter to him. He had to find where he belonged. It certainly wasn't with humans. Whatever had happened to his pack was here. He could feel it. But there was something else too, some kind of tenseness in the air. This city was being pumped dry of its very soul.

main account name~ Damek
other characters~ Calosea Atrayu
info~ New to Tsume, really. Please allow some discrepancies ^^
roleplay sample~ Tsume walked as calmly as he could toward the massive gates, allowing a flowing throng of people into and out of the city. There were armed guards everywhere. This wouldn't be too tough, as long as he blended with the crowd. But, being disguised, he had to keep his distance from people. That was hard in this wave. Bt, eventually, he managed to get through with only a little trouble from the guard. He had taken care of it by knocking the human on his back. The others didn't even seem to take note. It must happen all the time.

The only place he could find to sleep that wasn't patrolled by soldiers every few minutes was an actual hotel. Getting a private room would be tough, but there certainly was a very large group of drunken humans by the bar. Tsume knew one of them would have a room, and would probably think him mincemeat. Time to play on emotions. " I bet you pansies haven't worked a single day of your lives, sitting in here like this. Its pathetic scum. Or is that you? this got a lot of mumblings. His reverse psychology worked, however, as one very mean looking human stood up and said, "Yea? How much of a bet?"

"I give it one room here in this shit-hole. No wonder you all blend in so well. This drew forth my angry mutterings and curses. Luckily, most of the humans figured their leader, or just biggest drunkard, whatever he was, would deal with it. Because he got up and staggered over, raising his fists for a fight. "You've got.... got a lot of mouth for a skinny little mountain prick." And he swung. But Tsume was gone, already having jumped around him, and put all his strength into a wild kick of his legs. To the humans, it would look like he had just uppercutted the guy to a knockout. If any of these drunken idiots looked, however, they might see the long gouges in the man's side. It didn't much matter to Tsume, only that he would have to be careful tonight. "So that was one room? and he was tossed a key from somewhere in the crowd of cheering or booing humans.

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