SAGE.

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sage.

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name: SAGE.
alias: look above.
sex: XY, male.
age: about 5 years.
breed: GRAY WOLF.
eye color: with a snowy look to them, his eyes hold a remarkable light and almost white-like blue.
build: not bulky, but surely equipped with a fair amount of muscle being a male. Sage is also quick and agile on his feet whenever he wants to be and appears a bit taller than the average wolf.
fur color: he has subtle colors which are easily mixed with his surroundings: black, white, and brown. The white resides underneath his jaw, at his cheeks, and also along the course of his underbelly. Black also overpowers a lot of his colors, while brown is only an aspect to it. Basically most of his body just holds dark tones with flicks of other lighter coloring.
fur length: his fur is shorter around the face and legs, but longer toward his neck and the main parts of his body.
texture: the texture is not silky, that's for sure. It's just about the average but a bit more on the rough side in some uneven parts, he doesn't keep his coat in prime condition and the weather doesn't seem to be all too sunny miss sunshine to him. This also doesn't necessarily make it poofy.
height: about 34 inches.
length: about 56 inches.
weight: around 103 lbs.
overall look: he's rough and usually tense in a brutal form, rather than a nervous one, making him intimidating to some or possibly most. He even holds uneven lengths and missing amounts of fur about his coat and is usually seen not so much on the clean side - he could care less about grooming and looks. Along with this appearance, it also shows his ability to handle weather usually whenever and where ever. He's pretty darn good at adapting to his environment.
other: nothing at the moment.

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history:
his father was of tight order and high expectancy while his mother kept her own plans to herself and brought him to the world with only a point of getting him out of her womb as fast as possible along with his other siblings. It was never the lovely family home, or acquaintance. Even relations outside of his small family, relatives as a good example, held the same disposition on living as his parentals. It all began when his father found Sage's siblings mere racing hounds, tools, tossing his coffee black and egg white dice back and forth in attempt to see who would catch the rabbit first. All under the pity of a tight, poorly lit track. He was idealistic, a stupendous speaker, strong, and powerful. What he says, goes. Eventually as Sage grew more of age, he quickly found his mother of sinking esteem. 'Weak, silent, and pathetic', were the three words he categorized her.
as his fewer alive siblings were used next to him, so was his mother. Pity was a momentarily protruding feeling that came from him, but, as his father well taught him, it lead to completely nowhere and got absolutely nothing done. The decreased amount of siblings that lingered with him in the small area of lush land they thrived on was much later found to be because of his father's wrath. Failure was not an option to the douche bag, which wasn't much surprise to the juvenile but rather a large and conflicting secret to his mother. His sire would arrive to her only to drop funeral bells in her ears with the whereabouts of their children, and how they supposedly passed on. Sage found them to actually be decent stories, but simply frauds all the same. It was even more hilarious for Sage to see his mother believe each and every one of them.
Once he had followed the instruction and lead up to the aging old pa's expectations, he found them nothing more than shoots and ladders. They were exceptionally boring, out of muse. It was something that lost Sage's interest far too easily because he surpassed them easier than his father had expected in the first place, unlike his 'R.I.P.' siblings. That's when his own rules sparked into play, and from there he only abided by them. This furthered ever the more one evening when his father attempted to deceit him as his siblings and other relatives before him. Sick of the long conn his father tried to shove more and more onto his mother's shoulders, off he went.


personality:
being a quiet male, Sage's dark manner and yet mysterious nature often leads other beings toward him despite his dislike in any large social environments. Despite this, once you get to know the guy, he can actually be charming in a way and a bit of a sarcastic joker. He isn't sensitive, so don't take anything he speaks of to heart. Sage is also a bit of a trickster, making him quite sneaky in any situation he would like to further end. His social dislike is probably because of his trust issues in previous negotiations. He rolls any way he wants to and moves along sparking up his own rules, he's stubborn and hooks onto old habits as if they were cigarettes. Anything new that sticks out he is often drawn to, but it usually isn't something obvious like a physical feature on someone else, it's more a personality or characteristic sorta thing. Sage is also usually possessive over what little things he has, but this doesn't mean he is obsessive over anything he can get. Since he does not always socialize with many other beings, he is usually the negative thinker and might be to any forced situation or just simply something he doesn't like. Being thick headed makes him hard to crack open and corrupt, so good luck breaching past those cannon walls. Meet the guy to discover even more.

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