He's accompanied by a tan pelt, with complexions of a coyote and gainesboro tints. A alabaster colour is also displayed within his pelt, mostly being around his muzzle and neck area. With chestnut brown eyes, he's unfortunately blind in his left eye.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Zuko is commonly perceived as being exceedingly competitive, and rather boisterous. His constant energy is quite unbelievable. Being amiable is confidently indeed not infrequent for him, but tip his temper.. he's your worse nightmare.
B E L E I F S
Worshipping a particular religion isn't necessary, in Zuko's concept anyway. The solitary believe he relies on is cleansing the lands, and slaughtering those he suspects are not worthy to live. No gratitude nor assistance is expected of his ancestors, as he endeavours to put correct, what he believes they did incorrect.
R E L A T I O N S
B A C K
S T O R Y
The air was sticky and humid, signalling an upcoming storm. Darkened clouds of heavy greys blanketed the sky, obscuring the sun and only allowing few rays of light to escape. Zuko released an exasperated sigh. A devastating forest fire swept through his home, killing his father. Taking responsibility, his goal was to take care of his ageing mother, Kootenai, and frail sister Taiya. Taiya was always a runt, her immune system extremely weak from birth. Having low muscle tone as well, she is extremely susceptible to illness. The family walked in silence, only to be interrupted by a raspy whisper. His sister said hoarsely, her gleaming amber eyes clouded, "Are we... there yet?" Zuko, who was in the lead, cast a warm gaze at Taiya. With forced enthusiasm, he remarked, "Almost there, don't worry!" Kootenai halted, the elegant, senior wolf looked at the rumbling clouds overhead. Zuko narrowed his eyes, determined to keep going and find a shelter for his beloved mother and sister, before the storm fell upon them. However, time did not have mercy for the straggling kin. Soon enough, lightning flashed, followed by a monstrous roar of thunder. The voluminous clouds erupted, releasing torrential rain from the unforgiving sky. Zuko yelled, "STAY TOGETHER!" As frantic moments passed, the pouring rain obscured any clear vision. The trees swayed and creaked from being lashed with ruthless winds. The only escape was across a rushing river, nearly flooding its banks because of the rain. It was their only hope. As Zuko was erratically trying to contemplate a plan, a screech filled with trepidation escaped from his mother. "LOOK OUT!" Above was an immense tree cascading down on top of Zuko and Taiya, its once firm roots now moistened and loosened from the storm. An unseen force, pushed the two siblings away, followed by a sickening crunch. To his horror, Zuko found the hunched and still body of his beautiful mother, now crushed under the tree. Zuko screamed, releasing all his grief and anguish, But there was no time, none at all. His beloved sister's life depended on him. Taiya wasn't coping well. The already weakened, youthful wolf was barely able to stand, coming in and out of consciousness. Zuko knew that the only possible way of their survival was across the nefarious, daunting river. It was dangerous, but no other shelter was in sight. Over the river there would be a small shelter for the two of them. There had to be, he consoled himself. With a sharp, powerful motion, he carried Taiya's limp body on his back. Zuko felt the small rising and falling of her chest, knowing that time was running out. With one lunge, he bounded through the river. Zuko fought against the powerful currents and serrated rocks. Another boom thundered across the darkened sky. It seemed as the world itself was trying to rid all its pain and suffering out through this single tempest. Zuko trudged slowly, carefully. The water was cruel, threatening to swallow both of them. Finally, he reached the other side. Zuko exhaled sharply, his legs nearly giving away from under him. After depositing his soaked sister to the ground. He frantically felt for any sign of breathing.....Nothing. Nothing at all. Her ebony body was still, her fur plastered to her diminutive frame. Zuko bent his head, a single tear rolling down his cheek and dropping onto his fallen sister. The storm continued to rage, showing no mercy for Zuko's misfortune. A feeling of coldness washed over him. He didn't need sympathy. He didn't need anyone. No one, at all.
From that day on, Zuko's amiable, kind heart hardened. His soul showing no mercy for the weak. A sinister composure devoured all of Zuko's innocence. He still wanders the forest, seeking revenge and hatred towards all. Have you met him yet? Its about time...