Name: Nerix Amaranth

Race: White Wolf Zioxan

Age: 24

Skills: A expert close combat specialist, relying mostly upon his claws and sometimes his teeth. It is rare, but he can be seen using close combat weapons as well such as knuckles of even combat knives, never going for anything of a length greater than approximately 6 inches, preferring the closeness of the kill, the scent of the blood, getting into something of a battle frenzy once he gets to fighting. In spite of this he possesses adequate, though by no means exemplary, survival skills as well as fair leadership qualities, though he tends to follow the loner lifestyle, more often than not by force.

Appearance: A burly, and often ragged-looking, white wolf. He has a scar over his left eye, rendering it useless (He wears no patch over it, bearing the scar proudly), and a small chunk missing from his right ear in the shape of a good-sized slice. Signs of his years of near-constant combat fighting wild beasts, the elements, and hunters alike. Aside from that, he has a recent cut across his muzzle, but is of sizable build, standing 6'4" and somewhat muscly. He keeps his teeth and claws sharp by their constant use, though they are often dyed with blood. When they are not, however, they glisten a pearly white.

Personality: His social graces are not always the best, nor are his manners. He tends to eat with his paws regardless of setting, though, in post apocalyptic times such as these, it's hardly an uncommon sight. The bestial vigor with which he eats when starved, however, leaves something to be desired. Beyond that, he tries at kindness when he can, truly appreciating the company of other lifeforms, be they human or Zioxan. He can be rough and unapproachable at times, but only when he's feeling moody or edgy, and while he is often alone, he prefers the company of others. He is just generally not so lucky to have said company last long, be it parting ways or through death. Death being something he is quite used to by now, be it to those close to him or not, finding death a subject of indifference anymore, having grown numb to it.