Slender, wiry and shaggy-furred, Jace is your typical wolf. He has dark black fur, with tan and stormy grey streaks in it, some of which only show up in the bright daylight. His eyes are sharp, alomd-shaped orange slits glowing like fire in the midst of his dark face. His paws are broad, allowing him to walk easily on snow and frost, and his pads are strong and insensitive. Jace is a grey wolf, giving him a slender, wiry form that allows him to slip between gaps, run in small spaces, and nearly anything that involves stealth. He also has a large, dark red scar on one shoulder.

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Description: [blockquote]Tall and slim, rather like his wolf form, Jace is brown-skinned with the same fire in his eyes as he has when he is in his were-form. However, as a human his eyes are dark indigo blue, rather than orange. Spiky black hair covers the top of his head. His legs are long, allowing him to cover ground easily. They are also built of lean, strong muscle. Jace is generally a very athletic person, although sometimes he gets moments of lethargy and feel like he is unable to do anything.

Jace is very much the loner. He hates contact, physical or otherwise. Although he will speak when spoken to, he will never initiate a conversation, only give short answers. He is a slight music addict, and can often be found plugged into earphones or an iPod. He can also turn very vicious. Jace was never the most reliable of people, and it would almost be suicide to trust him with anything important. He will only do something for people if it comes out well for him, and if he gets a better deal, he will just drop everything and go there.

Spots appeared in front of his eyes. Paws desperately felt for a way out from the ice cage he had falen into. The pond hadn't seemed weak, and so Jace had stepped onto it, only to feel the ice cracking underneath him, and the shock of the icy water before his entire body went numb. Again and again his flailing paws hit the ice, but never did they find the hole he had fallen through. After a while, he was weakening, his eyes rolling into his head, until he finally felt a sharp edge. Pulling hard on it, he tugged himself through the water. Blood seeped out from his pad, but he ignored it. Finally, the sodden black wolf thudded onto his side by the edge of the pond, breathing heavily. Slowly, feeling was returning to him, and he began to shiver desperately. Dragging himself up for the last time, he slowly made his way to a large tree, where he settled down to give himself a thorough lick, getting rid of most of the cold water and ice that was forming on his dark pelt..