Zehn.

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DIE SONNE SHEINT MIR AUS DEM HÄNDEN

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Name:
Zehn (pronounced TSANE) Shellshock


Rank:
Loner

Gender:
Male

Age:
2, possibly. It's all a little fuzzy. He still looks strangely adolescent.

Mate:
None.

Pups:
None.

Height:
a little under three feet.

Weight:
90 lbs

Description:
Zehn’s pelt is a pale, spotless white, and always kept impeccably clean. His forepaws, eyes, and the area around his mouth are all a dark, dark black that fades back into white, looking as if the fur is permanently singed. His fur is finely textured and thick, fluffing out on his thin elbows, neck, and rump. His ears are peculiarly large, and the fur lining the inside of them is a dark gray. The inside of his mouth is a sterile white color, although his tongue is black. His front feet's paw pads are also a similar pearly shade. His colorless eyes rarely blink, and it’s impossible to tell where he’s looking.

History:
The first months of Zehn’s life were perfectly normal. His pack was a secluded, peaceful one, and quite devout in their worship of the sun god. They weren’t well-versed in fighting or relations with other packs; war was a long forgotten part of their history.
This made them easy pickings when another pack, seemingly forced out of their previous home, decided to usurp the fertile land. Zehn’s people struggled, but it was a losing battle. They pleaded with their god to bless them as it had done in the past, but no divine intervention of any sort seemed in the works.
Desperate, the alpha called upon the pack for something barbaric; but none-the-less, an absurdly young, white wolf was offered as a sacrificed as he had dictated. This small wolf had, of course, been Zehn. The leader had hoped that such a bargain would force his precious deity to sway the tide of the war.
Just as his ominous claws came crashing down, the pup shrieked in terror. With his cries the thick clouds wrenched open, strong sunlight suddenly pouring out on the glade. As he lay there whimpering his tiny jaws spread, the light that emerged suddenly burning the frantic alpha and his followers into a cinder in an instant. Zehn, being hardly out of puphood, had no idea what had happened.
Seeing what had happened, one of the enemy pack’s females took Zehn in out of pity. He was raised a little abnormally from then on, few accepting him in fear of the past repeating itself. After a couple years, Zehn decided to seek greener pastures, and in his wanderings reached Nozomi.

Family:
Veruka Softshell; Mutti
Johann Shockjaw; Vatti
both deceased.

Personality:
Zehn’s patience is almost infinite; that isn’t to say he can often be quite rude and immature. He’s very ignorant to other’s ways, and has a hard time sympathizing with others. This makes him quite awkward some times, as he simply doesn’t know how to comfort others. He can be very self-absorbed most of the time. He is terrible with commitments, leading to countless broken promises. And on the rare occasion he does get angry, he’s quick to get violent.

Likes:
talking.
daytime.
dry air.

Dislikes:
the dark.
closed spaces.
cloudy weather.
water.

Powers:
Sonne; With this ability, powerful shafts of white light erupt violently from Zehn’s eyes, mouth, and front paw pads. The light is incredibly bright, comparable to the sun. These lights are also incredibly hot, especially in close proximity, causing Zehn himself pain at his affected areas. Even if it doesn’t damage his opponent(s), it often leads to a temporary blindness that gives him time to escape. On the other hand, the attack cannot be aimed or concentrated, and will affect whoever happens to be standing in front of him, friend or foe. He prefers to use it simply as a last ditch effort.

Thick Skin; Although it isn’t necessarily a power, Zehn’s skin is very durable in terms of heat damage. Although it will still cause pain, fire and heat have limited effect of him and will usually not leave a burn, unless his exposure is very prolonged.

Weaknesses:
He can’t handle stress and often ducks out of things at the last second.
Water weakens his powers.
He’s quite the priss, and is deathly afraid of being injured.

Other Information:
Zehn speaks German and has a noticeable accent. (w’s turn to v’s, s’s to z’s, etc.)

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