(This character is still in process of creation. I just wanted to put him up so that you guys can see him. I also have what I had finished of his profile and I will finish it later.)
Species: Painted Wolf
Type: Wild Mobian
Fur Color: Blue Grey/Light Grey
Eye Color: Frost Blue (blind)
Team: Rogue (Former)
Former Station Square: Renegades (Apprentice)
Alliances: (To be filled out later.)
Personality: (Will be filled out later, no time)
Edge was born in a Painted Wolf village set in the side of the Calamity Cliffs, just on the edge of the ocean. He was eight years old when the Exus Army drove the peaceful Mobians from their home and into the Mobius Jungle. There, the young wolf and his guardian, Clay, became separated from the rest of the pack. They managed to find three other members of their pack, two younger wolf pups, Sierra Breeze and Granite, and Sierra’s guardian, Coal.
Normally, male Painted Wolves were forbidden to fight in the tribe…but now that there was no tribe to protect…the rules quickly changed. Clay trained Edge how to fight and defend himself, something he never would’ve learned. This confused the young wolf, but he wasn’t about to argue with his guardian. The small group avoided confrontation in anyway that they could, dodging Exus Troops and rogues at every turn.
At age 12, Edge became Granite’s guardian, replacing the one they never found back in the jungle. Since he was still young himself, he still had Clay to watch his back. What he never expected however…was that the greatest threat wouldn’t come from the Exus Army or countless Rogues hiding in the shadows of his mind…but from one of their own…
While trying to escape from an Exus ambush, Coal lost control of himself…unleashing his Fury…
Even though the enraged Painted Wolf had taken care of the Exus robots that had attacked them, he was still completely out of control. Clay told Edge to take the young wolf cubs and run as he held his deranged tribe member back. Edge did as he was told and managed to find a safe place to hide the kids.
It sounded like two wild animals fighting, growls and slashing echoed through the night…
When the noise stopped, Edge braved a look around the corner. One of the Painted Wolves was lifeless on the ground, the other was knelled next to his fallen brother…shaking. Edge told the two young ones to stay in their hiding place while he took a closer look. He walked quietly closer to the figure…once he got close enough, he saw who it was that was still alive…it was Clay. The Painted Wolf was forced into his Fury state as well, out of defense. And now that his head was no longer clouded, he was face to face with Coal…his blood on his hands.
That day haunted both Clay and Edge. That was the fate of all Painted Wolf males…their psychic powers were just too strong for them to control…and the powers often broke loose in times of dire crisis. Clay never recovered from the constant fear of losing himself again, even though it was in self defense…he still felt like he murdered his brother.
(More on History will be added later, no time.)
Family: (to be added later)
Relationships: (to be added later.)