Name: Aertalin<br/>Age: 4 summers<br/>Personality: He is gentle, compassionate, chivalrous, loyal and trustworthy. He is also quiet and solemn. He is a warrior at heart. He has no home of his own and is always on the move. He is vicious and brutal in battle due to his past. Inside he is someone who would be willing to do anything in the protection of his friends, even give his life.<br/>Appearance: His entire body is snow white and he has slashes over both of his eyes as well as a scarred body from battle.<br/>Bio: Deceived by people he thought were his friends he was attacked and brutally beaten by the pack, for defying the alpha's orders to not pass the stream that marks the end of their territory and to stay away form the other packs at pain of death. He escaped with his life because an old wolf and veteran protected him from harm, driving the warriors away. The veteran of course died in combat just as he wished he would.<br/>He is a loner and outlaw of all packs.<br/><br/>I take a long drink from the lake, quenching my thirst. My ears are on alert for any sound of danger. Propaganda of my evil and vicious nature from the pack I was once part of has been spread throughout the packs and no pack trusts me. I have already escaped four attacks and do not wish to have to worry about any more. I gaze at myself in the water and see the frightfulness of my appearance. My slashes eyes give me the image of a vicious and brutal warrior which is what I am. I only hope that someone can overlook my physical appearance and see me for what I am inside.