<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Hasel (HAS el)</span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 3 years old<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Asexual (does not mean he wont engage in sex, he just doesn't care for it, or any gender)<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Beta Male<br/><br/><br/><strong>Eyes (http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/Rayka_Sannada/Heterochromia.png):</strong> Left blue, right a honey brown.<br/><strong>Fur:</strong> Off white with specks of dark gray near the top of the head and part of his ears.<br/><strong>Weight:</strong> 100, though much stranger than he appears.<br/><strong>Length:</strong> 6.5 feet (measured from the tip of nose to the tip of tail), 32 inches (at the shoulder) <br/><strong>Appearance (http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/Rayka_Sannada/Hasel.png):</strong> Hasel has Heterochromia, with one eye a light blue, and the other a sunny brown; it is told that the blue eye (if only one) on a white animal is the side of the ear that is completely deft, which is not true in Hazel's case, but he tend to play on it just to screw with others. His hair is short and usually slick, outlining his small built. Coarse and ratty looking, though when wet it extends to it's more managed and fluffed look—it's unknown what he does to ruffle it up so. Hazel also appears thinner than his weight, he even seems shorter than his natural height, because he always walk around with his head low and shoulders hunched as if stalking. Hazel might always seem in a stalking stance, but his hair doesn't bristle, and his shoulders isn't hunched threateningly, he actually gives off a cool relaxed appearance, as if nothing matters.<br/><br/><strong>Likes</strong> Killing, biting and or nipping, laughing, growling, rolling, laying down, sleeping, quiet, pulling grass, submissive animals.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Pups, dependent animals, hunting, whining, howling, noise, animals that get too close(varies at times from one foot to five feet).<br/><strong>Absolute Off's:</strong> Death, permanent damages (unless discussed in the future).<br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Very apathetic, not that he's very suggestible, but he won't really do anything unless voiced by another. Lack all empathy, doesn't understands, or care to find out, why certain things should or should not be done, Hazel knows what he wants, and tends to do (or get) it for himself, though the problem is, there is not much he wants. Hazel feels the pull of protecting his pack, the only thing restraining him from leaving and becoming a lone wolf; though he might tease them, he's very boorish at times, and seem careless of whatever happens to the pack, he'll always defend it, hands down. Very possessive of the things he wants, and wont let it go that easily, though there, also, is hardly anything he wants.<br/><br/>Hazel has a... peculiar way of life, slightly narcissistic in a sense, he's often seen as lazy, or at times just brooding. He doesn't really appears friendly, but he doesn't act threatening either; it's just that the air he gives off obviously tells he doesn't care for anything or anyone. Usually always quite, seems like he's always in thought, and that's because he is, and it really ticks him off when animals talk to him, because they usually break his train of thought. Hazel analyze everything to a tittle, that's why he walks around so coolly, because he feels almost certain the area around him isn't a threat, and typically when it is, it still doesn't bother him. Hazel love to harass others, not in an annoying bubbly way, but to poke fun at their flaws, or just make them feel bad or awkward. <br/><strong>History:</strong> Born the strongest of his litter, though was mistaken as a runt, Hazel's body was small and frail; though he easily overpowered his siblings, he didn't eat much, or drink from his mothers tit as often. By being categorized as the 'runt', Hazel developed the ability to go without food. Hazel was picked on a lot, oddly enough by his 'bigger' siblings, though he didn't grow sad or bother from it, actually, he was quite indifferent, which put them off greatly. Hazel never interacted with his pack, and was always rumored to be a loner, though signs showed that he watched over his little brother, who was really the runt of the litter. Hazel didn't exactly help, or defend the little guy, just <em>studied</em>, though when the runt was easily taken off by an eagle, that could have been avoided if he only listened, Hazel grew... bitter, he hated pups ever since—even though he was one himself—it didn't helped that he witness more easy pup deaths, not only the runts.<br/><br/>Feeling constricted and unfairly controlled in his adolescent years, Hazel left his pack to get a taste of being a lone wolf; life was decent, he didn't have any trouble, and really didn't miss being in a pack, though he was then capture a while after, and placed in a small town, where he first had his interactions with humans. The human was weak, and so much more inferior to himself, <em>he liked it</em>. He didn't have to change much, as the humans seemed to expect his feral instinct; even though they expected labor from him—defending, guiding, finding things—they were deliciously submissive, nearly handing everything to him on a silver platter for helping them out by doing things he did every day. Though they began to get too touchy, so he chewed his way through his leather collared leash, and sprinted back into the forest. His freedom only lasted a month or so, when he was captured again—drugged this time—and placed in a setting with new, ready to form, pack of wolves, Hazel couldn't deny that he was a little pissed at being back to the drawing board of living with a pack.<br/></span>