[Name. ] Raal. The A's are long.
[Gender. ] Male.
[Nickname. ] If anyone gives me a nickname, they'll regret it.
[Age. ] 6. But I'm not old enough to be considered an elder yet.
[Class. ] Gatherer. It's the only thing I really can do. I'm fairly good with healing but I don' like the company of other wolves very much so that didn't work out so well.
[Fur. ] I'm an Iberian wolf, so my pelt is several various colours. Blacks, oranges, whites, browns, it's all there.
[Height. ] 27 inches at the shoulders.
[Eye Colour. ] Yellow. or golden. Or whatever you want to call it.
[Scars/Markings. ] Well, if you can't tell, I'm missing my front right leg. You want to know how I lost it? Why don't you ask it.
[Likes. ] I like the quiet, and I love hunting. I used to be the best tracker, but since I can't get around like I used to, apparently I am now a better gatherer. I'm not too friendly, so it's safe to say that I won't back down out of a fight, because it's what I was born to do. I'm stubborn that way.
[Dislikes. ] I hate gathering. I absolutely hate it. And Malf is a pain in my ass. Ever since I gave him that scar he has followed me everywhere like a moronic jackass. It's the only fight I've ever regretted.
[Traits. ] I'm hostile. You can bet on that. And I'm extremely stubborn. You can't change my mind about anything, especially if I feel like ripping your throat out. You're just going to have to fight for your life. Although I hate what I do, I work the best I can, and I try to be as fast as I can to prove that I'm still as good of a tracker as I was then, but I haven't been able to do that yet. However, I'm easily offended so watch where your mouth is or else you won't have one anymore.