Marr *waves*

Name: Marr

Age: 5

Nickname: Rawr-rawr (from mate)

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: Homosexual

Mate: Lost

Pup(s): None

Rank: Guardian

Physical Appearance: Marr's no body builder. Shes got lean, bone-hugging muscle that serves her well enough, though. Marr has thick, rough fur that tends to spike up, and bunches along her shoulders and shine to form a sort of 'mane' tipped in black.
Her main coat is a light russety color. Black stockings cover her forelegs, and socks on her hind. Marr has a white-tipped tail, and a white throat above a black chest. Most of her muzzle is black, all the way up to her odd eyes; one green, one brown.
Like I said, she's not heavily muscled. But not skinny. Slim, maybe. But no skinny. She's tall, and can kick like an angry horse. Literally. Besides that, shes got wicked-sharp black claws that blend into her fur and, of course, a nasty bite. That makes up for the rest.

Personality: Marr...... likes her sarcasm. And cynicism. She tries to keep her mouth shut, but.... stuff happens. It's sort of a natural defense for her. On the bright side, she's also a bit sadistic! Wait, never mind, that's bad.
Of course, Marr can be caring and nice and stuff. She did have a mate once. But then said mate disappeared and now Marr's kinda depressed. But it's not very obvious, 'cause she's got that whole 'tough wolves don't cry' mentality going. So poor Marr is forced to repress her 'sissy emotions' and then they turn into sarcasm and then she acts like an asshole.
Like most wolves, she's a big softy when it comes to romance. But now there's a big fat wall of 'oh-my-god-my-mate-might-still-be-alive-and-cheating-is-bad' and 'emotions are not manly badass'. And being badass is very important to Marr. But hey, if you can make it past that wall (and are a girl), Marr is a big, overprotective, softy. But also very badass.
Her softyness has to manifest somehow. So Marrs maternal instincts are in overdrive. She loves to take care of the younger wolves and teach them how to fight at an early age. Actually hurting them is a no-no, but Marr will happily let the pups rip apart a dead, or even living animal. She's still a fighter, and doesn't mind giving a few extra lessons on the stealthier side of fighting to young aggressors. And, if her precious wards are in good hands, Marr will happily run into a fight with the rest of the pack.

Fear(s): Emotional breakdowns, being replaced, being ignored, large cats

Like(s): Attention, gold (the color), riots, shiny watches, flowers, alcohol, warmth

Dis-like(s): Replacing someone else, cannons, zombies (of friggin course), fireworks, fevers, sob-stories

History: In-progress

Rp Example: “We're lost. Stay close to me Reh. Remember what happened to the others. I don't want that to happen to you.” Marr muttered to her shivering mate. Her ears were still ringing from the screams, and she couldn't tell whether there was anything dangerous nearby.
As the ringing faded, Marr could hear faint moans behind her. Reh's shivering suddenly made that much more sense .Turning in circles, Marr tried to locate the source of the sound. Finally she pinpointed a wide street, just as humanesque forms began to appear.
“Reh, I want you to run the opposite way of the zombies, okay? Just run and don't look back.” The younger wolf was faster than Marr, and would have a better chance. Anyways, Marr could survive. “I can deal with a few zombies”
~Five minutes later~
Marr ran away from the hoard of undead. “That wasn't a few zombies....” Eventually, she managed to escape, not quite ready to die, “Great, what now?”