New Wolf Era

Name: Aiolos

Age: 3

Birth Month: May
Gender: Male
Element: Air
Physical Description: He’s tall from his maned blood, a little over 3 feet at the shoulder. He is thin with long legs and average sized paws. His tail is long and he's big, but not in a muscular sense at all, rather, height wise. He could almost be called scrawny. His chest is large for better breath. He’s not built for fighting, rather speed. His fur is a bit unusual. It’s dark gray, almost black, with a two inch band of pastel green at the base, ending just before it hits his rump. His hind legs are socked in this same green, with steel blue paws. The blue appears as long, curved triangles under his mahogany eyes, two on each side. He has bands of steel blue on his front paws, with white under them. He has a silver blaze on the top of his muzzle, with faint pastel green freckles sprinkled on and around it. His underbelly is white, and a wide ‘u’ shape of white is on his chest. There are a lot of faint silver freckles on his rump and thighs. If not a little odd, he’s a relatively handsome wolf. His fur is somewhere between average and thick, even thicker around his neck in the classic maned wolf mane. There is a scar at the base of his ear, and a bite mark on his thigh. One side of his right ear is torn and so is the tip of his left.
Personality: Well, he’s got a few sides to him… He seems scrawny and weak, fragile. He doesn’t talk much, keeping his sentences clipped and crisp, guarding. Why blab on and on when you first meet someone, anyway? His sense of humor is dry and sarcastic, like he doesn’t like to have much fun, but if you know him, or pay attention, you’ll see that that’s just how he is. He isn’t a loose joking type, more reserved. Although this is apt to change depending on who he’s with. Sometimes you just can’t help teasing, after all.

He doesn’t like sitting too close to anyone or anything, setting himself a distance from things, because he’s claustrophobic and doesn’t like to think that a possible exit is blocked. This is mainly if others are around, however. By himself Iolo’s content to sit as close as he can to a tree or something, because in that case it’s comforting.

He has moments where he completely closes himself off and wants nothing more than to be alone and just mope. At these times he’s unbelievably bitter, and will sink to low levels, and the worst part of that, is in those moods, he means it.

However, he is also kind and a little bit dramatic, with the heart of a poet and a love for life. He dreams big and his eyes gleam with a sort of intelligence. A love for trivia has him sharing what little things he’s learned over the years when he gets a chance to.

He’s curious—maybe a little too curious. His thirst for knowledge is unquenchable, and he’s always questioning things, down talking things he finds stupid. Why do they call them vital parts? Aren’t all your parts vital? Why on earth do people say ‘can I ask you a question?’ You just did! The ever so awful, ‘Did you see that?!’ No, no, I was staring straight at it paying perfect attention, but I didn’t see it! Things like that tend to drive him crazy.
History: He doesn’t have much of a history... or that's what he says, at least. What he will tell is that he was born and raised in relatively close proximity to humans, but was always taught to stay out of the city, for it was a terrible place. And so despite his curiosity, he has always followed those orders, never venturing far into the city, observing from afar
Helper: Nyx
Other information: He’s Claustrophobic

Helper Name: Nyx
Species: Peregrine Falcon
Gender: Male
Looks:
Personality: Dutiful and quiet, he does not speak much, but will occasionally put in a wise word or two, especially when Ion has his moments.
Other: None