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Name: Lian
Gender: Male
Height: 35"
Appearance: The eventual build of the monster will be a rather tall and lanky brute. His full height will come to be 35 inches while his weight will never be over 100 pounds. His legs will be like stilts that hold up a supple torso and narrow chest. He will be elegant, a swan among the fowl. He will have handsome chiseled features and a perfectly toned body covered by long white fur. He will consist wholly of a pale ghostly white like his form is shrouded in a perpetual mist. His face will boast a pair of shining bright sapphires, a shocking compliment to his snowy pelt.
Personality: From the moment he starts to understand words Lian will be in possession of an incredible ego. He will absolutely think himself higher than the rest of the wolves population, save for maybe his father. However it is likely that even he will be surpassed as the beautiful child grows. Lian will know how good he looks, even as a pup. He'll flaunt his appearance however he can if it will help him get his way. He's rather selfish and cares not for the well being of any other wolf beyond himself, though at times he can show concern for his family members. He's an icy block, a perfectly sculpted statue of cold marble. He'll become very possessive of those things that he thinks are his, and he will guard them and any recourses fiercely. He'll be rather independent even from an early age, but at least in the beginning he will look up to his father rather religiously. It's likely he'll grow out of this as he becomes more and more like the man.
RP sample: Eyes filled with shards of ice would open carefully as wakefulness took his tiny form. The pup was alone within the den, his family having abandoned him while he slept. No alarm would come to him as he pushed himself from the earth and drew near the entrance of the den. He'd look out over the clearing that would lay beyond the rock formation, his gaze still not falling upon the forms of his parents. However, Zola did find his attention. He'd grin evilly as he zoned in on the bone she was crunching. That should have been for him.
Growling he would approach his sister, his intentions clear as he eyes the tasty bone. She'd grow defensive of it, and then he'd attack. With no warning but his puppy growl he would tear into the side of her face, his sharp puppy teeth gnashing at her flesh as he would demand her cooperation. As he finally tasted her blood she'd give in, releasing her prize and hopping back. Lian would take his trophy, but that wasn't all. He' jump after his littermate again, wanting to show her just how bad an idea keeping things from him was...