Appearance

Cosmia was burned as a puppy when he was lost in a wildfire, scarring him from his paws to his haunches and damaging his eyes. He's a sooty white color with brown and creme specks over his back and tail, though some places on his body still refuse to grow anything more than peach fuzz. His eyes are a pale quartz color almost entirely lacking of irises and pupils due to burn scarring. He's smaller than the average male, growth stunted by his injuries as a puppy, and often mistaken for a female on account of missing parts from the fire. His fur patterns are almost as moth like as his attraction to lights, as his partially melted eyes perceive light in kaleidoscope colors and flashes. He has constant bruise marks on his nose from bumping into things. His tail is bobbed, lost in his first spring after fleeing an attack from one of the larger wolves in his pack that grew jealous when Cosmia formed a friendship with their desired mate.

Personality

Weird, but kinda cute.

He sustained a lot of trauma both physical and mental from early childhood to adulthood, causing him to grow up awkwardly. Cosmia is shy, fearful, gentle, quiet, enigmatic, and submissive most of the time, breaking into fits of rage and terror based aggression when certain triggers arise.

He's gender fluid, meaning he doesn't really have a solid state of being as far as his gender identity is concerned and can pass for either male or female at any given time. He was born male and will refer to himself as "He/Him" most days, though he will never disagree with someone if they identify him as female. Sometimes he thinks he was supposed to be a girl, sometimes he tries to maintain the identity he was born to. He's confused and twisted up due to his upbringing.

Cosmia is unfortunately driven by fear and will submit before he'll challenge authority, but if he feels backed into a corner then that submission becomes viciousness. He loses himself sometimes when he's afraid enough to snap on others, but always regrets it.

History

Cosmia is fundamentally different from other wolves after being brought up as "Dead Weight" in his pack, being bullied by his peers, and learning very different lessons from the other puppies. He was blinded young, critically burned by wildfire from paw pads to his eyes, and given up on. The only reason he lived was because of pity from the elders of his pack and a determination to survive. He sustained burn damage to more than just his eyes and legs, but also nether regions, making it impossible for him to father pups as well as stunting his hormonal development. Where the other males in his pack strove for power and dominance, Cosmia fell to the wayside with far more peaceful interests. He was picked on so much that he began to develop a gender identity crisis in which he lacks the ability to decipher what gender he is, or if he even deserves a gender. So this led to him not quite fitting in, only sought out for cruel reasons by his pack as no one would protect or defend him anyways. He was often used as bait, left in dangerous situations, hurt by his own pack members, and used.

He fell in love with the girl his tail was bitten off over and he believed she had feelings for him as well after months of flirting, fawning, and courting one another. When she beckoned him to follow her into the forest alone, Cosmia did so without hesitation, genuinely thinking that this wolf wanted to have a bond with him, that she chose him over the others in spite of his differences, that he'd know actual love and find it in her...but when he followed her into a dark glade, other wolves jumped him. He was mauled, mocked, and degraded, old wounds tore open that had finally started to heal as the abuse reached on into the morning hours, restarted anytime he tried to flee. That's when he lost it. The sun rose on the bloody scene and those dancing lights in his vision blinded him completely. When the next round came, Cosmia went into a berserked trance comparable to rabid mania, One by one, wolves began to drop. Some fled, some fought, but Cosmia was the last one left alive in the clearing come morning.

He wandered away that day to recover from his wounds, and eventually to search for a place of acceptance.