subordinate AGITO

[::Agito::]

Name
Agito
Age
6 years
Gender
Brute
Pack
Dura
Rank
Subordinate

Never turn your back on anyone. For trusting someone is allowing them the chance to stab you in the back.

::Bio::

Once a caring and protective wolf, Agito’s kind heart was all but obliterated by the betrayal of his sister. Confused, resentful and full of hatred, Agito slowly sunk into the cruel, twisted and spiteful wolf he is today. Agito has almost no tolerance for weaklings and is quick to condemn a wolf at the slightest sign of cracking beneath the pressures of living a life as tainted as those of the Vittorio pack. Agito speaks in third person and this is a mark of his twisted mind taking over his sanity. Agito doesn't even notice the constant stream of words falling from his mouth. This odd quirk was born from his need of company on his years of wandering alone. The brute talks in a round about way and if a wolf were to mull over the meanings for but a moment they would find his thoughts and feelings blatantly displayed to the world.
Agito is a strong wolf; his body muscular but not bulky. He stands at 34 inches to his shoulder and is around 5 feet long. His paws are slightly larger than normal for his body size, giving him sure footing on the rocky terra of Dura. His fur is a murky white, the once bright and creamy brilliance long since covered by years of blood stains and neglect. His shoulders, rump and tail have soft streaks of black, breaking up the white and adding a sinister foreshadowing to his pelt.

::Cliff Notes::

Pelt Color: Murky White
Eye Color: Green
Weight: 75 Pounds
Height: 34 inches to the shoulder
Tail length: Long

::Dislikes::

-Females - the headstrong/weaklings
-Wolves who clearly don't belong with the Vittorio pack
-Almost every wolf he meets...so don't take it personally
-Everything,

::Weaknesses::

-Large Paws - impeding swift dodges in a battle
-Inability to predict other wolves actions in a fight - he doesn't learn their tactics very easily.
-Agito tends to attack rather than defend, leaving himself open to bites on the cheek or shoulder

::Strengths::

- Strength
-Stamina
-Good sense of smell

::Secrets::

- Despite his outer bitterness he longs for a Fae who is as twisted as he is. A mate he can draw power from. A mate who will stand by his side and share a smirk with him as they watch the outcomes of their destruction.


::History::

Agito was born to aging Alpha's, the last in a litter of six pups. Two of his siblings didn't survive the winter and on the spring of their second year great debates swept through the pack. The once strong and harmonious pack was at war with other against daughter and father against son. Half Wished to see Agito's older brother take over as Alpha, while the other half sought to see his Sister as the Alphess. Agito and his younger sister were over looked and this did not upset the now adult wolf at all. He had never sought a life as Alpha and didn't care which of his siblings took the top rank. Agito's sister Lirisa, however, grew bitter and cold.
She pitted her two older siblings against each other, whispering lies into their ears. It wasn't long until Agito's older sister slaughtered her brother and in a crazed state came for her two other siblings, wishing to remove the threats to her position.
Agito was to late to save his sister Lirisa and blindly killed his older sister in a state of rage. Ravenge flowed through his blood and as he stood in a pool of his siblings blood, his fur matted with dried blood and his muzzle stained, he looked out at the torn pack that was now his.

What he saw was a repulsive sight and the once strong and mighty pack still tore at each other’s throats. Agito turned away from the blood thirsty group and set off on his own, revenge still burning deeply with in the brute. Killing his older sister hadn't seemed like a cruel enough punishment for her murders.

Mother Kashiere
Father Caine
Brother Opetra
Sister Lisira, Junlin
Mates None, OPEN
Enemies