Dakota

Name:
Dakota

Age:
Three Years

Gender
Fe/Male

Personality:
A daredevil maiden, Dakota pretends to be a brute so she can fight alongside them, and be who she wishes. She's a robin hood; she rushes around saving damsels in distress and taking off without a trace. In her spare time, she loves to play, and get filthy in the process with her never ending energy. She's an amazing fighter, and can keep herself safe, and others. She's an optimist, and can keep her own and other spirits high by cracking a good joke. She's no good at hunting at all, and can hardly hunt without aide. She's a hot head, too, and blows up easily.



Appearance:
Measuring 33 inches tall at the shoulder, and weighing around 100 pounds, Dakota is huge for a female, and still even large for a male. She has a large and heavy head, a deeply sloped muzzle and a very deep chest. No, Dakota does not have the feminine appearance, but instead holds one of a large, masculine brute.


With deep brown orbs and a dark brown coat, Dakota has the dark, hidden knight appeal. On her face, she has a scar across her left cheek that stretches up to her left eye, but just misses it. Along her left forepaw is another scar, all from fighting with her family members and pack mates.


History:
Born in a pack where females were used as slaves, Dakota's parent's wanted her to be a fighter, once she proved she had much spunk. Her parents's taught her how to fight, and eventually, she grew, losing all of her feminine personality to fighting. When she first left the den, she was immediately mistaken for a male among many wolves. For the next five months, she hid her gender, and trained to fight, avoiding the thought of being a slave.

When war came around with the neighbouring pack, Dakota was a strong fighter. She made her first kill that day, alongside with her second, third, fourth, fifth and many more. Eventually, her pack lost the battle, and the knight took her chance to run away, leaving her brutal past behind.


She loved to play, and still took on her more masculine side, even when she didn't need too. She liked the company of males more for friends to wrestle with, company of females she soon grew fond of. In between her flee and her discovery of this place, she was everything. Used to murder, used for a spy. Everything. She hardly needed to hunt, as that was always pay. Food. She couldn't hunt on her own. Eventually, she moved here and needed to hunt, although she's a typical fail at it. Eventually, she decided a pack needed to be joined.


Family:
Deceased

Mate:
Deceased

Pups:
Deceased



Other Wolves On This Site: Placid, Mausi, Roe, Remus, Cailean, Sorrel, Koda