Mulder

Personality: Open, yet mysterious, Mulder gives off a strong vibe right away of his self assurance and ease with others. He can start a conversation pretty easily, but he really doesn't talk very much about anything other than aliens, werewolves, and flying saucers. He knows what he's doing exactly, and he knows--knows--that he's almost always right when it comes to arguing with skeptics that he meets. This has given him a swelled head (and rightfully so), making him even more cocky than he had been previously.

He has an easy time with women as well--they are all somehow dragged into his mysterious, bad-boy aura, not wanting to come out of it. His natural charm has also gotten him out of a few pickles, especially with other pack and tribe members. He commonly grates on the nerves of higher-ups because of his loner attitude and need to assert his dominance (or correctness, whichever comes first).

Once you first meet this man, you can immediately tell how deep he is in his obsession over aliens and The Truth. Especially when he is on a hunt, he never seems to shut his mind off--once he gets rolling, he won't stop until his job is completed...or until he crashes into something.


Appearance: N/A.



History: Mulder was born as a loner to Mesprit and Faolan near the woods closest to Hexasol. Both parents were kind and loving, and soon after Mulder came his sister, Samantha. The two were inseperable, and Mulder took it upon himself to teach her all he knew. They hunted, played, and argued, as any siblings do, and they both grew together and became closer with each day. By the time they were both a little over half of a year old, however, all of that changed.

After getting into an argument with her brother, Samantha ran away from the den. Mulder, out of apology, decided to go look for her. He searched high and low, within the deepest area of the woods. He could not find his sister no matter where he turned his nose. Not even her scent could be smelled on the air. With each passing hour, Mulder's paranoia grew, and he ventured even farther away. Roaming the borders of Hexasol, he never returned home after that.

Obsessive searching consumed his entire being, and soon, he was filled with memories that even he couldn't tell if they were true or not. The memories of a bright light flashing before his eyes, blinding him momentarily as he finally neared his sister... apologies and regrets spewed from his maw as he cried out to her, wanting to take her back from that light...

He woke up in Hexasol's territories with no clear recollection of what had happened. Now, he blindly searches for the truth, collecting what he considers to be evidence of the otherwise unexplainable along his travels.

Season born: Fall



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