Hayta the Fool

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All images drawn by myself.

xX The Basics Xx

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Name:;: I was Ikkap of the Teeth.
Nickname:;: I am Hayta the Fool.
Age:;: I have seen 4 years.
Gender:;: I am a Brute.
Breed:;: I am a Russian Wolf.

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xX Physical Description Xx

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Coat Color:;: My fur is rusty red, though not all over.
Eye Color:;: My right eye is golden, but my left is all but gone.
Distinctive Differences:;: I don't really have many. Like most wolves I have scars. I suppose the one across my left eye is the most distinctive, though I am not proud of it.
Physical Description:;: My greatest and only pride is my size. As a Russian Wolf, I am one of the largest of my species. I cannot say my height for sure, but my weight lies somewhere around 160 pounds during a good hunting season. As for the rest of me, I can't say there's anything special. My coat is mostly an inconvenient red that makes hunting difficult, with patches of lighter fur here and there. My paw pads are an ugly kind of greyish pink, and my claws are a clear white- almost see through. My most distinctive feature is my left eye, a physical manifestation of my idiocy. I've got the remains of a small gash across that eye, leaving me completely blind. The handicap makes for a great deal of struggle when I’m hunting or fighting.

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xX Personality Description Xx

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Does the History effect the way they act?:;: Very much so.
Personality:;: I am very quiet most of the time- even solemn you could say. I have always been quiet- I find that listening proves more productive than speaking most of the time. All my life I have either been alone or serving someone, however in my short time as a raid leader I had a talent for making and leading out battle strategies. I rather enjoy battle, truthfully, but since losing my vision in my left eye I’ve lost my passion for it. The same goes for hunting. Perhaps I may still have my talent for them, but I am handicapped just as much by my lack of confidence as my disability.

As for my dealings with others, my time as an important part of my previous pack taught me how to live peacefully with most sorts of wolves. I tend to prefer the presence of females to males, but perhaps that will change now. In my old pack the males were often challenging me for my rank, while the females kept me genial company. It was quite nice. Anyway. . . nowadays, I would be satisfied with any sort of kinship really. Even after all that’s happened there is a part of me that longs to be an alpha, a part that’s been there from the day I was born, but like most of the things I yearned for, I have lost my passion for that dream as well.

Mostly I am lost. Already I feel ancient, though I am still young, and I do not rightly understand what to do with my time on the earth. I cannot trust myself after all that has happened, yet I yearn to restore myself.

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xX Love Life Xx

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Mate:;: I have no mate.
Pups:;: One cub, a male. He died.

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xX History Xx

Mother:;: Tamasay the Beautiful
Father:;: Sapa Pirka the Wise
Siblings:;: One sister, however I never knew her.
History:;: I come from a land far away. My village was high in mountains of snow and ice, where the land was just as much your enemy as the great Moon-Chest Bears and the Ainu Human Beasts and the ferocious-evil Kamui-Gods. Our village was large, in size of its occupants as well as number. I was the son of a foreign alpha, who had been expelled from my previous pack as a monster- blood colored wolves were considered a bad omen. My village’s alpha accepted me, young cub as a I was, with a gracious heart.

When I was taken into my new pack, my old name was taken from me. In my new village, one had to earn one’s name-calling. It took me only five round-moons to earn my name in that pack- a record. I was Ikkap of the Teeth, a talented warrior and relentless hunter. Yet because of my foreign blood, I was only allowed so much power within the pack. I ascended to my glass ceiling quickly, as a bodyguard to the higher-ups. My strength in size and fighting skill allowed me to socialize with the likes of the alpha and alphess. Though in the high-snow-villages like mine the females were not allowed much power, the alphess was known far and wide as a strong and beautiful leader, and it was my job to protect her.

I quickly grew to love her. She was as white as the freshly fallen snow, a highly desirable quality in a mate for any snow-mountain wolf. Her eyes were the vibrant gold of the Ainu Human Beast’s beautiful clothing-furs, and her voice was sweeter than the soft cry of the Nightingale-Singing-Bird. She was my elder and superior, and yet she treated me as an equal. I found through her words one day that she loved me as well, and when mating season came she found herself pregnant.

The alpha was filled with great joy, thinking the cub was his. My own heart was weighed down with terrible grief and self-loathing. Not only had I betrayed the alpha I loved so much, my savior when my true alpha had cast me out, but now my precious alphess was in danger. The penalty for such treachery was death, and she had not the strength to defend herself. The night the cub was to be born I stayed close by. I knew I would be killed, but I could not leave. The cub was mine, the mother was mine, and I would sacrifice my life to protect them.

I never saw my cub. He had inherited my damning fur, and the village exploded into activity the instant the alpha realized our betrayal. I threw myself before him and pleaded, even as the rest of the pack sank their teeth into my back. The alpha once more took pity on me. My cub would not be spared, an abomination he called it, but if I could fight off my attackers I would not be pursued. He told me the alphess would not be harmed, though I know not if he was lying. My grief carried me away, far away. Over time my fur grew over most of the scars, but there was no hiding my disfigured eye. In my self-loathing I took from myself that which I prided most of all, my hard earned name, and gave myself one that was more fitting. Hayta- the fool.

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Hayta's behavior and past is based largely on the culture of the aboriginal Ainu people of Japan. I debated with myself about making him a Hokkaido Wolf, however eventually decided against it because they're extinct. I chose the Russian Wolf instead due to the Ainu people's close relation to the people of Russia. . . and because I like great big characters. XD

Ainu Word Meanings
Ikkap- Teeth
Hayta- Fool
Tamasay- A type of beaded necklace commonly worn by women in Ainu culture. Personally, I think they're very beautiful.
Sapa Pirka- To be intelligent

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Wow. This is amazing. I love it.

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