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Zhiv

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Appearance

Zhiv is large and bulky in all three of his forms, with broad shoulders and defined muscles under a thick coat of charcoal(#222222) fur. He has some black (#000000) patterns on his back; the tip of his tail is also of that same color. On the inner side of his left hind leg is a small patch of light gray (#D0D0D0) fur. Taking after his Eurasian Wolf lineage, his fur is coarser than that of other wolves and his mane is much more pronounced. In his Optime form, Zhiv keeps his mane tied back into a loose ponytail.

In contrast to his dark coat, his eyes are a light shade of grayish blue (#89bac5), often giving one the impression of looking into a pool of icy cold, crystal clear water. His facial features are rugged and strong; he has somewhat short ears, a large head, a thick muzzle and a powerful jaw.

Zhiv prefers his Optime form for everyday use, however, he will make use of all three forms almost equally. He normally uses his somewhat smaller Lupus form for travel purposes and will often use his powerful and brute Secui form in combat. He does not normally wear clothing, although he will always be wearing his pendant, the symbols of the Slavic god of thunder Perun, carved in stone and tied together using a leather string.

Personality

At a glance, Zhiv can easily be described as large and intimidating, with icy blue eyes that are seemingly cold, and facial features that are often difficult to read. Indeed, Zhiv is a very reserved individual, preferring to keep to himself, his emotions bottled up inside. Let's not mistake his quiet, closed-off nature for being shy or awkward however, as those is not the case. In fact, if in the company of friends, he can be quite friendly and surprisingly animate.

Unfortunately, not many can say they've had the privilege of being categorized as friends. He is very distrustful of strangers and extremely protective of those he cares for, perhaps even overly so. He has a habit of being somewhat judgmental of others, making assumptions solely based on appearances or what he believes to be the truth. First impressions mean everything to him, and they are extremely difficult to undo.

So far, we've made Zhiv out to be somewhat of a cold brute, but it is to be noted that he is anything but. Yes, perhaps he is somewhat difficult to get to know, and yes, perhaps he will rip your head off if you've hurt someone he loves... but everyone has their set of flaws, am I right? Zhiv is incredibly caring and incredibly passionate. If you're lucky enough to be among those he cares about, those he loves, he will be loyal to you 'til the end. There's nothing he wouldn't do for those he loves, which can be seen as either a strength or a fault, depending on the way you look at it.

If one thing's for sure, it's that Zhiv follows the "shoot first, ask questions later" philosophy. He is impulsive and reckless, acting with his heart rather than his head. He doesn't normally think things through and will often beat himself up over it later, especially when he turned out to be wrong. Not that he'll ever admit it aloud. He's stubborn and quite proud.

Believe it or not, Zhiv has a soft spot when it comes to young pups, or anyone that could be considered to be vulnerable. He has a definite hero complex, which, when you add some of his other traits, will probably be the source of many of his troubles. Furthermore, you can say Zhiv is very quick on his feet and resourceful. He's the kind of wolf that might act on impulse, but his instincts have definitely saved him from quite a few pickles.

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History

Zhiv was born at the end of an endlessly long and painful winter, the only survivor out of four. His two brothers were stillborn, while his sister was only able to survive the first two days of her life, struggling and suffering until she finally took her last breath. His mother was an Eurasian Wolf, his maternal ancestors originally from Slovakia, while his father was a large and handsome Mackenzie Valley Wolf, charcoal in hue, just like his only son.

Growing up in a small pack barely able to stay on its own two feet, Zhiv learned early on the meaning of hardship. Food was scarce and a struggle for the leadership rank often resulted in tension and conflict. Nonetheless, Zhiv can't say he was ever truly unhappy. His parents tried to shelter him from all of the darkness, working themselves to exhaustion in an attempt to bring him something to eat at the end of the day.

He learned the basics of herbs and how to set fractures from his mother, as she was the healer of the pack. He learned how to fight from the hours he spent playing with the two other pups, a pair of brothers, born just a week before he was. As ge grew older, he began to take up a more active role in hunting for food and protecting his pack borders from any kind of threat.

He'd just celebrated his first birthday the month before when his pack separated in two, the outcome of a long feud between two cousins, both believing they were the rightful leader of the pack. Zhiv and his parents joined the smaller of the two packs, forced to flee up north to Alberta, only to make their way east towards Saskatchewan, then Manitoba, only to settle in the northern part of Ontario. They were a small group and, for a time, could be considered as nomadic, never staying in one place too long.

That first winter after the split was difficult. Zhiv and his mother were struggling to tend to the sick, and it was on Christmas Eve that Zhiv was forced to deliver his first litter, a task his mother usually took on.

By January 2013, even after the birth of three healthy pups, their numbers had diminished rather significantly. Zhiv's own father was killed while out on a hunt, as were two other males and a female within the pack. Things were looking grim and the winter apparently endless. With barely enough food to sustain them all and the threat of nearby coyotes, they decided to move along.

By that following summer, following a fight between their poor excuse for a pack and a powerful enemy pack, Zhiv had become the only survivor. He continued on east for a handful of months. Every so often he stumbled on other lone wolves or even a pack or two, but he never made an attempt to settle down anywhere. He was in Nova Scotia by the time 2014 came along, traveling with two other wolves until they ultimately parted ways, each with their own goals in mind.

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