Species: White Arctic Wolf (transmutes into (most common) wolf; snow white, human-hybrid; snow white and (rarely) human. Blond hair, blue eyes, 5'9, average build)
Personality: lighthearted, excitable, cautious and shy easily. Attempts to be wise but not always intelligent. Wants to help, and playful with people he knows.
Backstory: A recent traveller to a small hamlet brought the piece of paper crumpled to his fingers. The white wolf hot under the baking sun, strolled the rolling hills thick with moist green leaves of the hefty forest. The landscape was beautiful and lively with forest creatures as he scampered on to the great manner ahead. He was appointed one of the handy gardeners for controlling the exuberant acres of frivolous decorations. It was a simple job, and yet with the mannor so close to the livestock, it gave him good times of frolicking into the wilderness, treading many paths that weaved there.
Years passed to a day of sudden silence as he ventured into the mansion. He stood before the family of the manor house glaring at him. Theft had occurred, it appeared that the missing luxuries were found in the private chambers of his greenhouse. Theft, he was a accused of. Their faces red with anger, shading the green disgust they felt within. He was shown the jewels placement before stripped of his small home, his belongings and cascaded out of the home, empty of items and filled with confusion.
He did not know any who was against him, nor who mentioned hatred towards him or the manor. It seemed only a poor choice of a muggers hiding place, pulling him into such a scandal. Without lead though he could only carry the twinge of bitterness at the bottom of this thick confusion that turfed him out of pocket, place or propriety.
He was accustomed to survive in the wilderness, but that was not his choice to live, and without money or shelter he felt the civility wilt within his insides. He had to find his second chance...