GyderSol || Loner || Male

[Hannah]

Name:: GyderSol
Nickname:: Sol
Gender:: Male
Age:: Five Years
Pack:: None
Status:: Loner, and that I shall remain.
Ranking:: Loner
Height:: Sol stands just a bit above 35 inches at his shoulder.
Weight:: Weighing in at 155lbs of pure, raw force.
Length:: Nearly 60 inches long, he seems like a force to be reckoned with.
Sub-Species:: Eurasian Wolf, pure
Appearance:: He is a huge specimen of a wolf. Not saying he is the largest, but I am sure he is certainly up there. Oddly enough he rarely fights. Then again he is rarely seen either. Although large he moves with such agility most would be impressed. He is getting up there in age, but it doesn’t show in his dark face. His shoulders are taut with muscle and ripple with each step beneath the dark, sometimes coal black fur he sports. His legs transform to almost a brown color, a big change from the grays.
Eye Color:: He has piercing yellow eyes. They seem to almost stare through all whom look at them. But perhaps that is just the wolf himself.
Fur Color:: Different shades of dark colors, ranging from black to brown.
History:: Sol‘s life began like all others. Although in this one his father wasn‘t present. He was raised by a nanny nurse, as his mother called her. He isn‘t actually sure what her name was after all these years, that could have been due to age or the total lack of regard his mother had for the female wolf. His mother was the alpha of the pack. She felt she didn‘t need a male by her side to complete her job, but could often be found with males for one single reason. Sol didn‘t have much to fall back on when he fell beneath the expectations his mother held for her pups. Then again one could say Sol didn‘t hold his mother in high regard anyway. He left his pack when he was two, in search of something that would sustain his life until the end. He found that in a female named, Stelca. She wasn‘t the most beautiful wolf, and it was true she had been passed up by many males. But Sol saw something they never did, he saw the love she possessed, if just given the chance to give it away. When he saw her it was like the world became blurred and he could feel his chest contracting. His stomach dropped and he became totally Stelca‘s. She was an older wolf, something most looked down on. She was nearly four years, quite old enough to be Sol‘s mother, but he was set on this female, he craved her like the throat craves water, and he needed her to survive much like any animal needs oxygen. Was that so cheesy for him to say, to think about her in that way? Possibly, it was possibly the most ridiculous thing one could think or feel, but that was how he felt about her. He ended up getting her, Stelca. They had pups, and the pups grew. It was around the time the pups turned two, and Sol four that Stelca died. Perhaps she died of old age, but Sol had and has other suspicions. His kids blamed him for her death, and he never said anything about it. He left a month after her death and never looked back. He still loves his pups, and he still loves Stelca, but knows better then to ever think he will be with them again. And since then he has been wandering. It brought him peace, and sometimes happiness, even when death was lurking around every corner. He couldn‘t help but love the sensation that no one knew who he was, or questioned where he came from. They simply respected him because he was old, a notion he would have never been able to conceive.
Relatives:: I am sure they are all gone by now.
Offspring:: None that I would care to speak of.
Beloved:: You realize I would make no female a good mate, right?
Personality:: He is a wolf who rather then staying strong and attacking to stay on top he has others do his bidding. Most any wolf would fight for this male, being held in such regard. Sol isn‘t a very vocal wolf, tending to keep his thoughts to himself about others. But he does truly love to speak to others. He seems to be a wolf that comes and goes, knowing if you become too attached that wolf is always taken away and you will end up hurt. Sol doesn’t blink an eye to those who do wrong, he knows that in the end justice will be served. He can be quiet when it comes to vocalizing opinions, he chooses to let the others make their own mistakes.