Ambrose Stroud
Honest to god I'll break your heart, tear you to pieces, and rip you apart.
Nickname
Amber
Age
16
Description
A bit on the short side, Ambrose stands at a measly 5’4. Though he is muscled by anyone’s standards, this has led to a bit of teasing by his pack mates. His years in the sun have left him reasonably tanned and the fact that he will avoid fights and show his belly have given him surprisingly few scars and smooth skin. He does have a few markings, mostly along his arms and shoulders. The most curious is that he is missing the rim of his right ear, though his hair normally covers this. He hasn’t quite grown facial hair yet, and thus has no need to shave. As if to compensate, he pays careful attention to keeping his hair the right length. Combing his fingers through his hair generally removes most of the twigs – and a good washing in the stream once a week gets rid of most of the dirt and oil – but it is perpetually messy. A comb – missing most of its teeth and stolen long ago from a ‘missing’ hiker – dragged through his hair after its washing removes the tangles and his relatively short hair keeps them from getting to bad before the next brushing. He brushes his teeth when he remembers, though he doesn’t normally have toothpaste. Its one of the few habits that stayed with him from his childhood. His fingernails are more often broken or chewed down and it seems as if the dirt never gets completely cleaned off. Granted, he is never filthy, but without soap and a good scrub brush, some dirt will forever stay ground into his skin. His one pair of shorts gets washed when he does and though they’re old, they’ve kept up with him rather well.
As a wolf, Ambrose is small but stocky. Its obvious that powerful muscles move under his fur, but he isn’t as scary as the other, larger wolves. Pale brown fur covers most of his body, darkening to grey and black along the ridge of his spine. The fur on his tail sticks out like the candock of the horsetail plant, making him look like he has been mildly electrocuted. The tip of his right ear was torn off, something more obvious in his wolf form than his human.
Personality
Ambrose was never much of a fighter. Kids can be nasty and he was constantly teased about how small he was, even compared to the girls. However, since his ‘capture’ so many Junes ago, no one in town would recognize him anymore. Cocky and arrogant, much like his ‘brothers’, Ambrose believes the world is his play toy. He lets the others give orders because, really, its not like he can stand up to them in a straight out fight. He could take on any of the townies, sure, but not his brothers. If he needs to, and sometimes he does, such as when the heckling gets to much, he can and does put up a nasty fight. He isn't as fast as some of his brothers, but he hits like a truck and has a mean pair of jaws that the others cant compare to. Still, he is content to do whatever the others wish. His nickname is a testament to what the others think of him - pretty and not good for much, except those rare instances where it turns out that there's something valuable hidden deep inside.
Perhaps it is the fact that Ambrose had few friends when he lived in town, or perhaps it is simply the wolf inside of him, but Ambrose has a prominent cruel streak. He will not straight out attack someone and torture them – he would rather gain their trust, make them love him, and then shatter their world. Sometimes, when they get females, he does this. Plays the good cop, lets them think they stand a chance. Sometimes he can’t help himself and jumps straight for the lust and inevitable slaughter that follows. Either way, he has no pity for the girls. They can either choose to stay with him and obey, or die like the rest. There is no third option. One day he’ll find the one, he is sure. The one that can keep up with him, that can please him in every way he wants, but for now he waits and searches, content to waste the days sleeping in the sunshine, eating deer, and killing girls that don’t make the cut.
Honest to god I'll break your heart, tear you to pieces, and rip you apart.
Nickname
Amber
Age
16
Description
A bit on the short side, Ambrose stands at a measly 5’4. Though he is muscled by anyone’s standards, this has led to a bit of teasing by his pack mates. His years in the sun have left him reasonably tanned and the fact that he will avoid fights and show his belly have given him surprisingly few scars and smooth skin. He does have a few markings, mostly along his arms and shoulders. The most curious is that he is missing the rim of his right ear, though his hair normally covers this. He hasn’t quite grown facial hair yet, and thus has no need to shave. As if to compensate, he pays careful attention to keeping his hair the right length. Combing his fingers through his hair generally removes most of the twigs – and a good washing in the stream once a week gets rid of most of the dirt and oil – but it is perpetually messy. A comb – missing most of its teeth and stolen long ago from a ‘missing’ hiker – dragged through his hair after its washing removes the tangles and his relatively short hair keeps them from getting to bad before the next brushing. He brushes his teeth when he remembers, though he doesn’t normally have toothpaste. Its one of the few habits that stayed with him from his childhood. His fingernails are more often broken or chewed down and it seems as if the dirt never gets completely cleaned off. Granted, he is never filthy, but without soap and a good scrub brush, some dirt will forever stay ground into his skin. His one pair of shorts gets washed when he does and though they’re old, they’ve kept up with him rather well.
As a wolf, Ambrose is small but stocky. Its obvious that powerful muscles move under his fur, but he isn’t as scary as the other, larger wolves. Pale brown fur covers most of his body, darkening to grey and black along the ridge of his spine. The fur on his tail sticks out like the candock of the horsetail plant, making him look like he has been mildly electrocuted. The tip of his right ear was torn off, something more obvious in his wolf form than his human.
Personality
Ambrose was never much of a fighter. Kids can be nasty and he was constantly teased about how small he was, even compared to the girls. However, since his ‘capture’ so many Junes ago, no one in town would recognize him anymore. Cocky and arrogant, much like his ‘brothers’, Ambrose believes the world is his play toy. He lets the others give orders because, really, its not like he can stand up to them in a straight out fight. He could take on any of the townies, sure, but not his brothers. If he needs to, and sometimes he does, such as when the heckling gets to much, he can and does put up a nasty fight. He isn't as fast as some of his brothers, but he hits like a truck and has a mean pair of jaws that the others cant compare to. Still, he is content to do whatever the others wish. His nickname is a testament to what the others think of him - pretty and not good for much, except those rare instances where it turns out that there's something valuable hidden deep inside.
Perhaps it is the fact that Ambrose had few friends when he lived in town, or perhaps it is simply the wolf inside of him, but Ambrose has a prominent cruel streak. He will not straight out attack someone and torture them – he would rather gain their trust, make them love him, and then shatter their world. Sometimes, when they get females, he does this. Plays the good cop, lets them think they stand a chance. Sometimes he can’t help himself and jumps straight for the lust and inevitable slaughter that follows. Either way, he has no pity for the girls. They can either choose to stay with him and obey, or die like the rest. There is no third option. One day he’ll find the one, he is sure. The one that can keep up with him, that can please him in every way he wants, but for now he waits and searches, content to waste the days sleeping in the sunshine, eating deer, and killing girls that don’t make the cut.