Name: Bataar
Name Origin: Mongolia
Name Meaning: Hero
Nicknames: Bataar the Brute, the Bataaring Ram, the Savage of the Steppe (former ring titles)
Age: 2.5 years
Gender: Male
Rank: Neophyte
Species: Mongolian Wolf
Relationship Status: Single
Bataar has a sandy brown primary coat color, specled in the spine and shoulders with darker tipped hairs. He has a creme colored belly and patches of creme coloration on his legs and tail. His fur is short and his coat is fine, with the exception of shaggier fur around the neck, giving him the appearance of having a mane. He has a stocky build and stands shorter than average, but is built like a tank, and muscled like a seasoned fighter. He has no visible scars in the wintertime, but some of the better ones are obvious in the summer months when his pelt thins.He has brown eyes flecked with yellow, and a stern look that softens but rarely turns to a smile.
His gait is the most obvious trait he possesses, since he lacks distinguishing markings and scars. He has an obvious limp, but seems to get around without a lot of trouble. However, he is not very fast for long distances, which means he usually tries to hunt by way of stealth, or merely scavenges that which is already dead.
Overall, Bataar is a decent fellow. He's overly cautious around others, and is reluctant to fight, and more likely to try to make peace. He's fairly bright, but that can be difficult to discern at first, since he doesn't speak very often due to the fact that he is still struggling with the language of the wolves in this region. Having grown up far from here with a different common tongue, he is scrambling to acquire the language of the region.
Slow to make a decision, and struggling to get around with his damaged shoulder, many write him off as being slow. He prefers to be referred to as careful, feeling that his particular nature and tendency to weigh all options before making a decision are positive attributes rather than character flaws. He can offer good counsel to a friend, and is eager to help his superiors and packmates any way he can.
In a place and time that seem very distant Bataar was a bit of a celebrity, looking at a very bright future as a top-tiered fighter in a travelling circuit. Pulled from his mother's side after she was hunted down for hunting human livestock, he was saved from death himself due to his fierce nipping and snarling. Raised fast and reared mean, by his first birthday he was fighting with dogs much larger than himself and winning match after match.
Despite the illegality of dog fighting, he often had the "opportunity" to travel great distances to fight for the amusement of international high-rollers. However, in his second year a severe injury to his shoulder took him out of the circuit and got him dumped into the wild by his handlers. Feeling like half the wolf he once was, he struggled to come to terms with his life and his inability to hunt or fight. He brooded. He scavenged. He teamed up with other loners from time to time, and started learning the language of the land. Finally, he arrived to this place, tired and desperately seeking rest.
Strengths: Calculating, careful, strong, difficult to knock off his feet
Weaknesses: Cold, uncertain, has trouble getting around, language barrier
Talents: Expert fighter and strategist in one-to-one combat
Habits: Thinks of everything and everyone in terms of fighting, often reminices around the past
Likes: Fresh meat, close friends, water
Dislikes: conversation, overly excited wolves, running
Loves: Combat spectating and training others
Fears: Being unable to care for himself, getting injured again
Crush(es): n/a
Mate: n/a
OffSpring: n/a
Sire: Bold (deceased)
Dam: Naran (deceased)
Siblings: Yeshi (deceased), Chuluun (deceased)
Friends: n/a
Enemies: All past challengers
Themesong: Domino the Destitute (Coheed and Cambria)
