There exists a race of creatures known as the Cani, which have inhabited the Earth almost as long as humanity itself has. They are, quite simply, anthropomorphic canines, just as varied in appearance, nature, and breed as their four-legged counterparts. No one knows how they came to be, and those with any knowledge of them will only say that no experimentation, no alien visitation, no flukes of nature were involved; the Earth is just as much their home as it is humanity's.
Like their four-legged counterparts, the Cani come in all shapes, sizes, and breeds. Some appear as domesticated canines, such as labradors and huskies. Others, however, possess the aspect of wild canines: foxes, dholes, wolves, and everything in-between. It is to this latter category that Hunter belongs.
An anthropomorphic wolf, Hunter was born deep within one of the remaining natural forests of North America to the mated wolf pair Sage and Garwood (Gar to his friends and family). Growing up, Hunter had never wanted for anything: his parents had always been able to procure enough food to keep them from going hungry, and had provided him with all the love and caring that a growing pup needed. In fact, he remains very close to his parents even as an adult.
Always an adventurous, curious pup, Hunter took every opportunity he had to explore their home; sniffing around the spacious "den"-more like an underground home-his parents had hollowed out, exploring the forests surrounding it, and investigating every little odd sound and sight he absorbed...for Hunter, there was always something new to discover, some new wonder to take in. Then, when he was about eight years old, Hunter had an experience that would, in many ways, shape his life to come.
After turning eighteen and leaving to make his home elsewhere in the forest, Hunter began venturing out to explore the humans’ side of things. This was considered unusual, at the time: while the majority of the Cani were by no means misanthropic or xenophobic-indeed, Hunter’s own parents often did business of sorts with hikers and curious humans alike, trading medicinal blends of plants, uniquely-prepared meats, and directions in exchange for clothing, human technology, and even several pairs of glasses for Hunter over the years-the Cani tended to nonetheless keep their own existence a secret. It was, after all, the only reason they remained a thriving population following the worst periods of paranoia and fear in humanity’s history.
Fortunately for Hunter, humans, especially those living in the largest cities, were quite accustomed to odd things, and simply made him out to be an unusual individual wearing a shockingly realistic wolf outfit (for those who got close enough to tell that he was decidedly NOT wearing a costume, they often convinced themselves they were seeing things). As such, Hunter was able to frequent many of the places people did: he ate in their restaurants, bought himself new clothes and gadgets in their stores, and used their various forms of public transportation. It wasn’t long before Hunter found himself just as comfortable amongst humans as he did his own kind.
However, as comfortable and happy as Hunter was with his world and family, the knowledge he’d gleaned from his puphood encounter-the knowledge that his was far from the only world or dimension in existence-constantly niggled at him. Incidentally, around the time of his nineteenth birthday, that very same entity appeared before him. It had, apparently, decided that Hunter was now ready to start exploring these other dimensions. To this end, it provided him with a few tools-some from other worlds, others of its own creation-that would allow him to take his first steps into these new worlds.
It wasn’t easy, at first: initially, he couldn’t control where he ended up, and plunged into some less-than-hospitable environments as a result. In addition, Hunter wrestled with homesickness during his early travels, and more than once, he made a less-than-stellar first impression on some of the natives…and sometimes, some of these natives actively sought to kill him (to this day, Hunter can’t so much as look at a picture of a Xenomorph without breaking into a cold sweat.)
However, over time, Hunter managed to find his way into worlds that were less and less inhospitable, and eventually, downright inhabitable. He traveled through and stayed in all manner of wondrous places, from sprawling mountains filled with treasure and a city populated with anthropomorphic animals not unlike himself to self-sufficient cities traveling amongst the stars. He also made the acquaintance of a great many individuals, and due to his affable nature, befriended a several of them. As a result, he’s found himself making small talk with psychic beings of great power and laughing with beings that could control the very fabric of space itself-such as the initial being that had introduced him to all this-, to say nothing of the various creatures of all shapes and sizes he’s come to know. In the space of six years, Hunter was an experienced dimension-hopper: he knew all the best places to go to have fun, how to keep himself safe, and how to break the ice with the natives without offending anybody. He also accumulated several objects and items from several of these worlds, which he uses for everything from self-defense to sheer entertainment.
In spite of this, Hunter made sure he never spent more time in other worlds than he did in his own; after all, it was the world where he was born, and where those he loved the most resided. And besides, it held its own share of wonders, many of which dwelt just below the surface of normalcy. As he’ll gladly boast, he’s taken selfies with the likes of great serpents dwelling within lakes, broken bread with large, hairy, humanoid creatures even more reclusive than his own kind, and has even befriended the creature that some know as the “Devil of the Pines”.
Now, at the age of twenty-five, Hunter’s curiosity and eagerness to discover new places and meet new faces has only increased. At the same time, his love for his own world has grown stronger, and has called upon several of his friends and acquaintances to ensure that it is protected from inter-dimensional excursions by those who would do it harm. By that same token, he has met a great many heroes, as well as several that he has learned to fear. In fact, one would think there was very little Hunter had not seen. But he knows better: he has only explored a fraction of the multiverse, and he both anticipates and dreads the day he finds something he is unfamiliar with and doesn’t know how to handle….
Hunter is a slim, fairly fit anthropomorphic wolf of about twenty-four (Cani age as humans do), with brown fur and eyes to match. Though he does not need to, as his fur conceals the more…questionable areas of his anatomy, he often wears clothes, usually a tank top and shorts. However, he sometimes opts to wear other ensembles, which include jeans, short-sleeved and button-down shirts, and really, any sort of clothing that strikes his fancy. Whether wearing clothes or not, Hunter wears glasses; from the time he was a pup, he’d been nearsighted, and by his own admission, he’s blind as a bat without them.
As a result of his upbringing, Hunter is a friendly, good-humored, approachable, and fun-loving individual, who is always eager to make new friends. However, he is also, again by his own admission, more than a bit unusual. He often revels in the bizarre situations he finds himself in, gets excited about silly things, and is overall a big goof. And, when listening to music he likes, well…he can get rather animated.
However, the oddest part of his personality is the enjoyment he gets from watching others-mainly in some of the worlds he’s visited-stuff themselves, to the point their stomachs swell and their clothes break…and he greatly enjoys it doing it to himself, too. The fact that he has a large appetite, an active metabolism, and an eventful lifestyle allows him to do this fairly frequently and still maintain his slim physique. He has often purchased a great quantity of food, lugged it back to his forest home, and ate every last bite, resulting in him lying on his back with a deliriously happy expression and stomach the size of a beach ball. That is, of course, to say nothing of some of the things he’s gotten up to in some of the worlds he’s visited…
In spite of these oddities, Hunter has a large, caring heart, and has sometimes been described as a bleeding heart by both his friends and others far less friendly. If he sees someone or something, even a group, that is suffering, he will often call on some of his friends to assist them. He cares greatly for those he befriends, and is fiercely protective of them. If any of them are distressed, he won’t hesitate to give them a hug or a words of comfort if he thinks it would help (that, and he’s a self-described sap.) He also has a tendency to devolve into a babbling puddle of mush when he sees something he finds adorable….
However, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. As is sometimes the case with those like him, Hunter rarely gets angry, but when he does…well, he’s quick to remind those who draw his ire that nice wolf or not, he’s still a six-foot-tall apex predator capable of crushing their throats with his bite pressure and teeth alone. And, when he gets really riled up, he can occasionally do some rather rash things, including but not limited to running his muzzle at individuals he REALLY shouldn’t be (to be fair, he often realizes how horrible an idea it was shortly after it leaves his mouth….) And, while he wouldn’t call himself a prude by any stretch of the imagination, he has a tendency to swear harshly when overly upset or frightened.