###**Ceruron**

_Five/male_

![Ceruron](http://i58.tinypic.com/2j4yicg.jpg "enter image title here")

####_Personality_:

**Lawful good**. He wants justice in everything, so he tries not to be biased in his decisions. He believes that it was the lack of following the True Law that caused the fall. And so he's law abiding. He has an analytical, systematic approach to things- he prefers to think before he acts. He follows some secret moral code that guides him through life- and he holds so steadfast to these things that he has become out of tune to the feelings of others and even his own emotions.

**Blunt**. Why can't others just say what they mean and mean what they say? He fails to understand those that spend their days beating around the bush instead of just communicating exactly what they mean. When asked for an opinion his will be direct and without the flourish of creative description. This attitude is due in part to his lack of patience for pointless talk.

**Selfless**. He lives to be of use to others and will never look the other way if someone is in need. This has nothing to do with his ego or some inborn heroic disposition- he strongly believes in the idea that if he has the power to help then he should do so.

**Docile**. If all was well in The World and there was nothing for him to do- the wolf would succumb to his default, easy-going ways. He would choose to sleep all day and speak at length on trivial things with whomever would care to listen. Far from combative he would rather choose to settle disputes with thought and reason rather than tooth and claw.

**Pride**. Ceruron holds great pride in his words and ability to debate with the other creatures of the garden. However this pride sometimes causes him to fall short; he will often refuse to admit that he is wrong and, in his haste to defend himself, will become angry and cruel.



####_Sample_:

"Listen to him- oh just listen to him!" Warbled one bird to another, in the thick canopy high above his sleeping head. Their shrill cries bounced about the trees and echoed through the Garden with clear agitation.

"He sleeps the day away and wakens only to eat!" Cried another, the strength in their voices caused the branches which they perched on to shake. As the leaves spiraled down toward him to gently rest on his fur the creation shifted on the grass, rolling over on his side to peer up at them. His dark yellow eyes reflected the soft rays of sunlight that speckled and patterned the ground and his body. Quietly he considered them- a pair of birds fat off of the Best fruits that only they could reach, being the first to feast upon them when they became ripe. Their feathers were particolored and bright, bristling in the light once they felt his gaze. The first bird bounced on their branch, squawking down at the wolf,

"Ah he finally decides to wake! What- you heathen- have you no shame? You've not left this part of the Garden for days now- have you no responsibilities?" Truly, he thought in annoyance, when will they cease their ranting? He bore his teeth at them,

"Have you no respect for a being twelve times your size- with teeth much sharper than your tongues? Come down to meet me- for your feathers seem to have grown long with preening." The pair flapped their wings and squawked in a rage at such a threat,

"Beast! Beast! Heathen and _demon_!"