Name: Concussion
Age: Adult- More middle-aged
Gender: Male of course. :3
History: Poor Concussion has a dramatic past. He was born into a pack of wolves who were always fighting- either with strangers or with each other. It was rare for pups to survive the brutal treatment from their mothers. The only laws they followed were "survival of the fittest" and "kill or be killed". Concussion had three litter mates: Gem, Flare and Iceblink. Gem was blind, and didn't stand a chance. She was Concussion's first kill- and his mother took care of his brothers. Oddly enough, he used to be disturbed by killing and hurting others, but as he got older, he grew to numbness and even insanity. He made an average of killing at least three wolves a week, and grew to become the alpha-male. He had many females in his wake as well- some were willing, and other forcefully bore his pups. And then came the poachers. They tore Concussion's pack apart by its seams, and skinned them alive and turned them into gruesome statues or fur coats. Concussion survived. He was taken by the zoo because of his unique appearance, and his potential for breeding. They realize that he is too dangerous for public eyes, so they keep him in the back.
Personality: Utterly psychotic.
Looks: Dark grey, almost black fur covering the full extent of his body except for a patch under of ginger. The patch extends from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chest, constantly giving him a blood-thirsty appearance.
Other: He has lots of pups XD
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Concussion sat in a crouch in the little room the humans put him in. Stupid people- but smart in a way. They let him have his fun, and now he would cooperate. He cracked his eyes open with a slight growl, his lips curling into a snarl as he gazed at the human. And then everything wnt black again.
Concussion woke up hours later inside a metal cage in the zoo storage. He could hear the snarls and screams and grunts of countless other animals, and took the chance to add a growl of his own to the gruesome mix. A cackle tore from his jaws in its place- the sign of insanity and joy and anger all mixing into one over-complicated feeling.