Wolfish | Feral Boy

Nickname: Wolfish

Species: Human

Hair: Very long, flowing far down his back. Silvery white, very messy. Bangs often get in his face, which he emphatically shakes out of the way.

Eyes: Red

Body: 6'0", above average height. Is incredibly fit, though he's not very bulky. In fact, he's quite slender despite his physically demanding lifestyle. In order to keep up with the competing wildlife, he must remain strong, fast and hardy. From his time spent in the woods, his body is covered in many scars from getting into fights and protecting his pack. Has distinctive, parallel scars on both of his cheeks. Long, sharp nails he uses to claw at people who threaten him.

Age: Twenty-four

Attire: Wears little besides fur pants made for him by some kind strangers

Abilities: Incredibly quick and agile. Great stamina. Capable of both orthodox and southpaw stances, has his own fighting style he developed naturally by fighting against wild animals that threatened him and his family. Folk often call his fighting style, 'Southclaw' style.

Background: Wolfish does not know anything about his past. He barely knew how to speak until he started encountering humans again. He spent his entire youth in the wilderness, miraculously having to fend for himself. Who could have taught him what he needed to survive? Wolves. Other animals too, but mostly the wolves. Surprisingly enough, the wolf pack he would call family didn't see the barely-able-to-walk boy as a free meal, but merely as a pest at first. Though, slowly but surely, his persistence to have something, anything care for him worked. It could have been anything. Pure chance or divine intervention, Wolfish doesn't care; he doesn't speculate on the way things work. He simply is, and he simply needs to survive.

Through the hardships of his youth, he became more independent. He explored further and further from the woods he called home to see what lay beyond. Though he would always return to the wilderness, his true family, he did encounter humans and found them oddly familiar. Any efforts to tame or adopt the feral boy were in vain, simply met with his growls or his claws. But, he did get more used to them over the years and even enjoyed socializing with them in what little ways he could. Though he never understood it, some folk took pity on him and gifted him food, clothing, or tried teaching him things. He'd always share his food with the wolves, all the clothes he was given were in vain, and anything taught to him would usually be forgotten quickly.

A few lessons came in handy though such as simple words. "Food!" "Hungry." "Angry!" "Fight?" mainly. Though, he did eventually learn "Wolfish," the nickname people had given him over the years. The main lesson he learned, however, was from watching the fighting arena outside Fort Manikato. Inspired by the soldiers sparring, he started to develop his own techniques against the powerful and fast animals he often had to defend himself from. This came to a head when he gathered the courage to join the spar of soldiers. "Fight!" He said, the only word he really knew to ask at the time. In a way to try and humiliate the outsider, the soldiers set up a 3 vs. 1 match against Wolfish. Wolfish was the only one standing by the end.

Ever since then, the local myth of the wolf boy has been completely confirmed. He enjoys his human counterparts, though not nearly as much as his wolf brethren. Often, the soldiers spar with him to train, which he very much enjoys.

Personality: Hyper, excitable, bubbly, fit, energetic, loyal, childish, animalistic, uneducated. Acts uncannily similar to a wolf, will often growl when angry or whimper when sad. Restless when kept inside. Only knows very basic English. Incapable of understanding big words or phrases. Loves to battle and fight. Does not relate to humans, finds them and their world very confusing. Will not be upset if he loses, only eager to improve his skills further.

Quirks: Runs on all fours. Prefers to sit on the floor. Tilts his head instinctively when confused or curious. Will howl if he hears others doing it, if he sees a full moon, or simply to celebrate. Completely unable to read text or understand social cues. Has no semblance of personal space or manners.

Goal: Care for his 'family.' Defeat strong fighters.