Derek Bio

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Name: Derek Oeh
Age: 17 (170)
Gender: Male
Pack: Loner
Desired Rank: None(if not in a pack)
Appearance:

Derek is a sandy haired boy. His fur color is the same, but with more brown mixed in. He is short in height always, and skinny. Being skinny doesn't mean he doesn't have any muscle, however, because he does have a fair amount of this. His eyes are light blue, but as a wolf they always seem darker. Derek's features are sharp and pointed. His eyes are slanted, and almond shaped. His hair and fur is long, and shaggy, and his hair is always in his eyes.

Personality:

Derek is truly a loner. He dislikes other people's company to some extent and enjoys solitude. He is quick to anger and snap at others, but never holds a grudge. (He hardly apologizes for his actions, however. He never finds the need to. Why should he apologize and be nice when he doesn't needs friends and will be moving on soon?) He is a kind person, once you get down to it, but it takes time for him to warm up to others. Derek hardly gets involved in things, and would much rather watch. It takes a lot of courage for him to approach someone (but if they approach him first, he's usually pretty snappy).

History:

Derek was born a loner to his mother, whose name he never knew and still does not. He spent his early years by her side, learning to survive. Oneday, when he was only about 5 1/2 (55), Derek woke up to find that his mother was gone. He waited for her in that spot for nearly a month, hardly eating, and waiting for her to come back. It was during this time that he became antisocial. Once he was sure that his mother was not coming back, he took off.

Derek began traveling around, keeping to himself, and staying away from the packs as best as he could, for his mother had told him stories about them. But these days, he's drifting closer and closer to their borders, finding that his life isn't as comfortable now as it had been before.

Relatives:

Mother- real name unkown. Location unknown.

RP Sample:

((from fcotf lawl. most recent post with Iceheart.))


Relief flooded the tom when he heard the apprentice's decision not to take him back to RiverClan's camp; he could hardly imagine trying to explain why he was on their territory to the RiverClan leader--and the ThunderClan leader, too. It seemed that while he didn't have to face the first, he still had the second one lying in front of him; but it was a smaller price to pay.

"I d-don't mind at a-all," he meowed, stuttered, quickly to Birdpaw when she insisted on escorting him back to his own camp. Another shiver wracked through his freezing frame before he could make another comment on this topic, however.

Getting dry, he reminded himself. Right. Right. Yeah, getting sick would be bad. Iceheart bent down and began to lick the water from his fur, as the shaking hasn't seemed to work too well. The ThunderClan tom winced at the salty taste, but continued; getting dry was important. He briefly wondered if the fish in the river had this same salty taste that his fur now did, and if the cats in RiverClan enjoyed it if that was how it really was.

"Mind if I help?"

Pale, clear blue eyes shot upwards to look at the she-cat. For a moment, Iceheart thought that his heart might just have paused in its beating; help him dry off? The only way that the male cat could think of for the female to help him dry off involved--

Iceheart gulped, quiet loudly. Involves contact. Like, close contact.

"A-ah, th-that shouldn-n't be ne-necessa-" he stammered out, ear tips burning. He took a step backwards, the Birdpaw was already there. It was simply a miracle that the tom's hind paw didn't land on a sharp stone or in the water; either would likely have sent him tumbling right back into the current.

She rubbed against him, and he took a tiny step in the opposite direction. By now his entire pelt was lit up, each hair burning and pricking his skin. Never mind trying to dry off, he thought with round eyes. I do think that I'm warm enough now.

The apprentice's fur was warm and damp. Through Iceheart's dazed mind, a thought--a question--came through. How was she already so dry while he was still so wet, with odd pieces of fur still dripping? The water angel theory came back. But maybe it was just a RiverClan trick. After all, they spent their free time in the water, and had to get wet even in the coldest of days for food. Surely they must have developed a way to keep dry and warm, or else they would all be dead by now from Whitecough.

Iceheart realized that his muscles had locked the moment that Birdpaw had first brushed against him. He was about to react by pulling away once more (he likely would have sooner, if his mind hadn't drifted) but he was coughing, his dry throat scratching together horribly. Perhaps licking his wet fur to dry off had not been the smartest of ideas; the salt was making his throat burn.

"E-e-e-ehh..." he stammered out as his coughing receded. "A-a-ah..." Words would not come to him to make the female cat stop her actions.

On shaking legs, the cat stepped backwards; he didn't hear the explanation that Birdpaw offered to him for his thoughts were only on the situation's actions, not vocals.

His paw really did land on a stone this time, a small, ragged, loose one. His shaking leg slipped away from him, backwards; the wet ground didn't offer much in the way of traction for him to stop slipping. Iceheart scrambled for his balance, desperate not to end up back in the churning water of the river. He knew that if he fell in again, Birdpaw wouldn't he able to rescue him from the rapids again.

The tomcat's front paws splayed out in front of him, and rather then tripping back into the water, Iceheart fell onto his stomach and chest.

Particles from the ground were kicked up into his face and nose, making him sneeze once more. The downwards motion of the sneeze banged the white underside of his chin into the ground.

Misery and embarrassment (well, the embarrassment from before doubled, any way) clouded him through the daze that had entered into his mind with Birdpaw's close proximity to him.

Iceheart decided that he really shouldn't have taken a walk.

Standing back up on still wobbling legs, Iceheart was careful of where his paws landed. "Sorry," he meowed, carefully avoiding the RiverClan apprentices' blue eyes. "Th-that happens a-a lot-t...I-I.." Again, words would not come to his maw, so he fell silent, still keeping his eyes on the ground.

At least this could make an interesting story, he thought, trying to cheer himself up, but some how he didn't quiet think that he would ever put his current situation into one of his tales.

Other:

The ages confuse me, so if I did it wrong, please let me know ^^;

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Accepted. As for the ages you did right, I think. Still not that sure about the age of Lycan children myself.