Post by Nyka on Sept 18, 2010 0:39:14 GMT -5
Zazzik
If you die before me I’ll laugh.
Name:Zazzik
Nickname(s): Zaz, Zazzy, Spaz, “Z,” or anything else anyone can think of. He’ll answer to almost anything.
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Species: Timber wolf
Eye Color: Left; Blue outside red inside, Right; Red outside blue inside.
Pelt Color: Cream, Gray, Brown
Physical Description: Zazzik has the body of a runner. He has no natural favor for strength, though he has gained much more running potential, including endurance and speed, with his habit of running whenever he finds an opportunity. He’s an average sized timber wolf with a height of about thirty inches and weighing in at around eighty pounds. His coat is a mottled mess of creams, dark grays and browns. He has a brown X on his right eye and two rings around his muzzle. One ear is tipped with brown with a stripe below it, and the other has two stripes. On his left foreleg he has a band of brown halfway up, and on the right he has a thick band with two thinner ones below it. His rear right leg has one and his left has three, the lowest being thicker than the other two. His tail also has three rings, with the middle one being the thickest.
Personality: If asked to sum himself up in one word, Zazzik would pick Spaztastic. Everything is always exciting for him. Sure, he can have his serious moments, but for the most part he’s a spontaneous goof ball to the extreme. He is able to find a joke in almost any situation, and even if he does keep it to himself he can still get himself into trouble at times when laughing is inappropriate. He enjoys running to the extent that he’ll find time in his day just to run, rain or shine. It helps him think and calms his nerves when he needs it. His running time is his time. A nagging competitive urge causes him to try harder at everything he does. Though graceful while running, he has a tendency to crash when he stops. It's the times that he doesn't face-plant that are surprising. The fact that he is easily distracted and often stops suddenly when he senses something interesting while running just adds to his total number of spills.
Zazzic is the biggest ball of cheesy you could find in all of existence, always doing things to make people laugh with lame puns or doing the most cliche thing in the book. He's really friendly and always willing to stop and chat. He sees females as princesses that need to be pampered and treated like royalty; he will do almost anything that a female tells him to do simply for the reason that she told him to do it.
History:
Mother: Razil
Father: Zarnak
Brother(s): Naz, Kral
Sister(s): Riza
Past/Current Mate(s): None whatsoever... yet.
Offspring: null and void
Zazzy’s first few months were filled with playful puppy fun. He’d wrestle with his three siblings, always trying to come out on top. In the early months of puppyhood he and his larger brother Naz both developed competitive natures, and so they were always trying to best the other while Kral and Riza just looked on with amusement. No matter how hard Zazzik tried at first he was always bested by his bigger brother’s greater natural strength and speed. With his constant losses Zazzik was just spurred to try harder. With the constant competition, Zaz soon found how much he enjoyed running. It felt good to feel the ground thunder under his paws and hear the wind rush past his ears. He could think when he was running; it cleared his mind and made him happy. So that was what he did whenever he got a chance. Eventually he gained the upper hand over his brother in both speed and endurance, though whenever they wrestled he only won a third of the time.
The fall of their first year was cursed with early frost, which caused Zazzik and his littermates to catch colds. Zazzik, Kral and Riza got over them fairly quickly, but Naz only seemed to get worse as time went on. Days went by, and Naz’s condition continued to deteriorate. The pups’ father soon took the three healthy pups aside and prepared them for the worst. Zaz was heartbroken. He was closest with Naz, and he didn’t want to believe that he wouldn’t be able to see him anymore; nothing could take his brother away from him.
With his conflicting emotions Zazzik did the only thing he could think to do; he ran. He ran as hard and as long as his body would allow. He ran until his paws were numb with cold and his body refused to go anymore, at which point he found a hollow tree and fell asleep instantly. When he woke up he remembered what he’d done, leaving his brother when he might not ever see him again. Cursing his stupidity, he ran back again, this time taking it a little slower so as not to overexert himself. When he got back his father was waiting for him. He tucked his tail between his legs and ashamedly approached the intimidating figure. His father simply stared at him for a moment, then snorted and stepped aside. Zazzik froze with shock; he couldn’t believe his eyes. Naz was awake, and he looked much better. His brother flashed him a smile and Zaz couldn’t hide his enthusiasm. He bounded forward and showered his brother in licks of affection and relief.
That story became a joke for Naz, who had laughed when he’d heard that Zazzik had run when he was told that his brother might die, and Zazzik took it as a challenge. He decided to laugh. He would laugh whenever faced with difficulty, because laughing made things seem less difficult, and if that didn’t work, then he could always run a little to cool his head. Thus it became a habit; whenever something happened he’d laugh, whether it was funny or not. He even told Naz that if he were to die first, then he’d laugh. Naz just looked at him, and guffawed, saying that he’d do the same for him.
RP Example: Look at Nyka. =3
Where Did You Find Us?
An add on Karnova
I'll probably be editing him for a while until I find him to be what I want. I made him from scratch; he needs to be perfected.
Bio Sheet Created by Rachy
