Margo! ~3~ Aha!

Name: Margo

Age: 3 and 5 months

Nickname: Mar, Marg, Mary

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: Pan-sexual.

Mate: No one

Pup(s): None

Rank: Jester

Physical Appearance(Must be 100 Words): Margo's fur is a soft, thick, Black color. The under coat is a lighter color. And when I said it was thick, I meant it. If you bite her, it'll be hard to pierce the skin with all the fur in the way! It can keep the female warm in any cold weather, but when it's hot, that's going to be a problem.
Her fur is soft. It's like, a pup's fur. Easy to fall asleep on it is!
With a broad chest and long, slender legs, Marg makes an excellent runner!
She's well sized, and is about the size of the average grey wolf male.
And last but not least, her eyes. Margo's eyes are a silvery color, making her look rather..strange.


Personality:(Make this at least 100 words as well! Only the personality, though!)

Margo is well...an out-going...serious wolf! She doesn't care for jokes and silly pup games. She take's life serious. Not as a game! She doesn't tolerate fool-ishness but is submissive and loyal. Despite that all, this female is kind, soft hearted, and actually sweet. But be warned, when angered, she has a fiery attitude and a sharp tongue. She can't help but lash out at those who anger her. It's like...a bad habit. Or maybe an instinct. Either one, when offended, angered, mis-treated, she lashes out and uses her words rather then actions. Another thing this female may do, is she'll watch you. Take in every flaw and when the time comes, she'll explode and like I said before, Lash out.

Fear(s): Falling in love, drowning, The living Dead (Zombies!), Bees,

Like(s): Pups, running, hunting, Loyal and respectful wolves.

Dis-like(s): Rude, un-grateful, no good to the world, Wolves. She hates Zombies, and anything close to that.

History: Being born into a small pack, Margo grew up with her fellow two siblings. Life was good. Plenty of food, water, love. But then something broke out. Humans came and attacked the wolves. Killed their prey, and took away everything. Only later did Margo realize, these humans weren't alive. They reeked of death ans sickness. She tried to tell the rest of the pack, but no one listened. And, everyone but Margo died. Because they didn't listen. Now, she travels the earth, avoiding death's evil grip.


Rp example (Make sure it's 100 words as well)

Letting out a terrified yelp, something grabbed Margo's scruff and threw her backwards. She landed in the ground with a big bump. She had just been laying down, tired from running from the Consecrated (Zombies) when all of a sudden, hard, cold arms hoisted her up and slung her side ways as if she weighed nothing. Looking up, she spotted her worst fears. A human, strong obviously, was just above her, staggering closer, it mouth open to the side. And it's eyes...so...lifeless...so..feral...Wild and gone. It moaned and reached out, as if to pet the female's soft orange fur, but she knew better. It was going to eat her.

Jumping to her feet, she ran through it's parted legs and dashed sideways, avoiding others who came to "Help" finish her off. She would not dye today. It wasn't her time.