Wolfory

Name: Wolfory

Age: 16 (In dog years anyway)

Gender: Male

Here's a bit of info, give this a listen while you read it. Or not.

Wolfory, starting as just a pup, was a lone wolf. His parent's were never to be known, forever black in the darkness that surrounded Wolfory's first day. From now to forever forward, there was always a voice that talked with a golden tongue, knowing what to say back to the new wolf. The voice, only called 'The Creator', was a friend and mentor to Wolfory, being the eyes and ears for this newborn. As time flew by, Wolfory's surroundings came clear, his barking ever so present to his own ears. He grew as just a plain grey wolf, guided by the voice of something strong to pull him through his currently lone world, seamlessly full of greens, desert, and snow. He was happy with what he had, a constant companion, and a world full of unknown secrets.

As months became years, Wolfory had grew into the attitude of his creator, a determined, risky expert with a tone of confidence, having fun when the chance arises. He always looked at everything with a grain of salt, only trusting the durability or persistence of a tree if he'd seen it before. Experimenting was always the fuel for Wolfory, finding new things to fumble with or improve on. His curiosity had no end. The risks he constantly put on himself were slow, but gradual none the less, and on one single day, a terrible calculation brought a terrible fate upon Wolfory, two of his legs disabled from a fearful poison. Wolfory couldn't escape fate on his own, but the Creator chose to let a unforeseen power spark from within. An elongated purple stripe strung across Wolfory's fur as he layed on the ground, criss-crossing from his right eye down to a ring upon the tail, channeling an unfamiliar liquid from all that was purple. His two legs seem to feel numb as the poison went away and became nothing. Soon enough, pressure was built upon the shoulder and hip, as two heavy, yet comfortable replacements have been put in place of the poisoned appendages. 

As Wolfory seemed to work the parts like magic, he grew doubt for what the Creator can really do. He wanted to know the truth. The Creator felt reluctant, but took the risk as Wolfory would, and tells him of his world, his reality, and much more. Wolfory seemed hesitant to all that he heard, but had to accept his most trusted companion, and finally, his world grew wider, and it carried souls along with it, from the sky high feather collector known as basil, to the calm and skilled artist known as Jayfeather. After only two years, it all came to the present, were Wolfory, along with hundreds of other characters, stood upon the land, truthfully known as Silvarum, the land of three kingdoms. A past only known to Wolfory, and the trees, came to the reality of this world, to finally rest where Wolfory's gonna be for his life, as the creators own self. 

Tid Bits

The robotic apparatus that Wolfory currently possess has little limits on joints, capable of being positioned to most points that would be uncanny for a normal appendage to do. Another function is the purple, magical liquid that's mainly contained in the bottom left leg of wolfory, but surges through the stripes on Wolfory, powering the parts. It also works as a Material that can form into many forms, only limited to the knowledge of the beholder. Along with giving wolfory the capability to rise up once more, he is capable of rising even further and standing on his hind legs with little problem.

As the parts given to Wolfory are immensely powerful, there are still a few problems that arise with the responsibility. They're metalic, and are capable of being tinkered with magical opponents who can utilize such metals. Wolfory himself is a risk taker, and will take dares that have a chance to go awry, at the reward for something over dramatic or stylish. With that, he's also pretty hard to deal with as a friend, poking fun whenever he gets the chance, but he's loyal and protective of those who can tolerate and trust him.