Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 18:35:18 GMT -8
Yoyo! Here I have a few babies who I suddenly lost all my muse for. I'm not doing this because I struggle with activity, but I have a ton of new charries about to fade in, and I have so much more muse for them. I'd rather give these characters to someone who will roleplay them actively then have them rot in my signature. Some of these characters are so hard for me to part with, some of them were my first characters, or simply ones I love. Please read the notes I inserted under their character information to learn of plots, or any of my preferences concerning the roleplayer adopting them.
Happy Roleplaying~ <3
@newt
Persona: Newt carries a rather awkward personality, remaining in silence for most of his lonesome life. Being quite intelligent, this male's reason for his lack of speech is simply: "I've been told I'm rather annoying.". Talking with an English sounding accent, his rarely heard voice will come quick and end fast, spitting out the bare minimum details. The skinny male holds a rather great interest in wolves, anatomy, genetics, diseases, you name it, he loves it. Due to this growing interest, he has also found a minor interest in herbs, and knows a good deal. As he walks, Newt is generally looking up or around, amazed by everything that surrounds him, desperate to learn the secrets that the wind whispers, and the water drips.
Though, despite his upfront personality, as one grows close to the feminine-looking wolf, he becomes slightly more talkative, and more of a risk taker - an unknown love for adventure blossoms from him like a flower in the sun.
Appearance: Newt is a rather feminine looking wolf, with a skinny, lean, well-muscled frame and only a stance of 3'0". His coat is rather pretty, a singular coat of cream, and then shaded over with browns, blacks, and greys. Stretching out to 5'o", the quiet male only weighs a measly 83 pounds due to under-eating during "experiments" that he is fond of holding. Despite his small, and malnourished body, his coat is kept clean, and tidy, having him take pride in it's lovely appearance. The male is littered with emotional scars, though no physical, leaving his skin untouched.
Biography: The wolf does not remember where he was born, only remembering the cold grey stone cave where he lived his life for 1.5 years. Abused by his mother, his low self esteem grew from his bigger siblings, who took pride in mentally destroying the runt of the litter, but never physically hurting him. Newt never fought back, only learning to be submissive during confrontation. How he escaped his prison was not known to the back, in the male's mind, none of them were really clever, he simply sneaked out at night, as he was left unguarded. His escape was very uneventful, as was the rest of his life. Throughout his journey, his attempts at talking with others only failed, as he received the bitter reply, telling him to "Shut it".
Though, despite his upfront personality, as one grows close to the feminine-looking wolf, he becomes slightly more talkative, and more of a risk taker - an unknown love for adventure blossoms from him like a flower in the sun.
Appearance: Newt is a rather feminine looking wolf, with a skinny, lean, well-muscled frame and only a stance of 3'0". His coat is rather pretty, a singular coat of cream, and then shaded over with browns, blacks, and greys. Stretching out to 5'o", the quiet male only weighs a measly 83 pounds due to under-eating during "experiments" that he is fond of holding. Despite his small, and malnourished body, his coat is kept clean, and tidy, having him take pride in it's lovely appearance. The male is littered with emotional scars, though no physical, leaving his skin untouched.
Biography: The wolf does not remember where he was born, only remembering the cold grey stone cave where he lived his life for 1.5 years. Abused by his mother, his low self esteem grew from his bigger siblings, who took pride in mentally destroying the runt of the litter, but never physically hurting him. Newt never fought back, only learning to be submissive during confrontation. How he escaped his prison was not known to the back, in the male's mind, none of them were really clever, he simply sneaked out at night, as he was left unguarded. His escape was very uneventful, as was the rest of his life. Throughout his journey, his attempts at talking with others only failed, as he received the bitter reply, telling him to "Shut it".
Notes: Newt has major depressive disorder, and I eventually would like him to loose his life under ~mysterious circumstances~. In reality, he accidentally mixed Nightshade berries into a bundle of herbs that he was carrying, and ended up ingesting the deadly berries. This doesn't have to be anytime soon, but preferably before the next timeskip.
Ater is a typical Yukon wolf. Her large body is supported by four long legs, all of which take her weight evenly. Her pelt colour is slightly more complex, though still relatively simple. A dark grey line comes up from her muzzle, and wraps around her forehead, while braking above her eyes to reveal a creamy white under coat. The same shade is present under her jaw, and half way down her neck. A dark line shapes her ears, though it fades into a grey-tinted on the inside of her ears, before giving way to white fluff. The top of her neck, and down her back is a peculiar grey tinted black. This shade is present down her tail and the side of her body. A few wispy strands of brown fur are visible around her legs.Her under belly is a the same creamy shade that is present under her muzzle. Overall, Ater is a pretty wolf, though she isn't fully aware of that fact.
Kindness rules this she-wolf's heart. Though her exterior is nothing short of hostile, beneath the hard and guarded outside lies a lonely wolf, who means to do nothing but good. Ater has a strange way of looking at things, and feels once someone has done something for her, she must do something for them. This particular trait is not helped by her stubborn nature. Once this black and white female gets something into her head, there's no stopping her. Unlike other wolves, she doesn't get much entertainment out of conversing with other wolves, but enjoys having a goal to work towards. She would much prefer being on her own with something to do, rather than doing nothing with other wolves. Ater is a good hunter, though her determined persona and body build help her more in fighting.
Ater was born in a small, family-run pack. There was only five wolves, so it wasn't much of a pack. Her father was a rogue who had stumbled on the territory by accident, and had decided to stick a around after he had found his future mate. The family wanted him miles away from their precious daughter, but they could deny the love that the two loves shared. Ater's mother gave birth in the middle of winter, to her family's dismay. She died moments after giving birth to four female pups, and her mate was soon chased out of the territory. And so, Ater and her sisters where raised by a distant female relative, never to know their true parents. Straight away, it was noticeably that Ater was an interloper. She never really got along with her sisters, and almost never played their games. She tended to socialise with the male's of the pack more. Her siblings sometimes called her a flirt, but Alter never let it get to her.
One wolf Ater grow particularly close to was Vir (meaning "lover" in Latin), who was one and a half years older than her. They were the only real warriors in the pack, and constantly on patrols together. Ater was only a year old when she slipped into a fast flowing river while on a patrol with Vir. Ater was dragged down river, further and further away from her family, leaving Vir to watch, helpless. Ater's body was thrown this way and that, seemingly without end. Eventually, she was pulled out of the river by a handsome male named Salvo. After hunting for the pretty female and a brief conversation, Salvo realised this female was certainly no flirt.
He left her, hoping to find something more interesting. To his greatest surprise, she followed him, explaining she had to do something for him before she could leave. At first, he was annoyed, but then decided Alter was doing no harm. Aterr never let Salvo out of her sight, but never got a chance to get even with him. This arrangement lasted a little over a year, until a bear attacked Salvo while he was sleeping. Ater rushed to help him, but he told her to stay away. By the time the bear was chased away, Salvo was half dead. Ater felt guilty beyond belief, but the male told her that he had fallen in love with her, and spending the last year with Ater was all he could have asked for. Distressed, the female left the dead body's side, and set off into the wilderness. A year on, she still feels guilt, but is ready to find new goals in life.
Kindness rules this she-wolf's heart. Though her exterior is nothing short of hostile, beneath the hard and guarded outside lies a lonely wolf, who means to do nothing but good. Ater has a strange way of looking at things, and feels once someone has done something for her, she must do something for them. This particular trait is not helped by her stubborn nature. Once this black and white female gets something into her head, there's no stopping her. Unlike other wolves, she doesn't get much entertainment out of conversing with other wolves, but enjoys having a goal to work towards. She would much prefer being on her own with something to do, rather than doing nothing with other wolves. Ater is a good hunter, though her determined persona and body build help her more in fighting.
Ater was born in a small, family-run pack. There was only five wolves, so it wasn't much of a pack. Her father was a rogue who had stumbled on the territory by accident, and had decided to stick a around after he had found his future mate. The family wanted him miles away from their precious daughter, but they could deny the love that the two loves shared. Ater's mother gave birth in the middle of winter, to her family's dismay. She died moments after giving birth to four female pups, and her mate was soon chased out of the territory. And so, Ater and her sisters where raised by a distant female relative, never to know their true parents. Straight away, it was noticeably that Ater was an interloper. She never really got along with her sisters, and almost never played their games. She tended to socialise with the male's of the pack more. Her siblings sometimes called her a flirt, but Alter never let it get to her.
One wolf Ater grow particularly close to was Vir (meaning "lover" in Latin), who was one and a half years older than her. They were the only real warriors in the pack, and constantly on patrols together. Ater was only a year old when she slipped into a fast flowing river while on a patrol with Vir. Ater was dragged down river, further and further away from her family, leaving Vir to watch, helpless. Ater's body was thrown this way and that, seemingly without end. Eventually, she was pulled out of the river by a handsome male named Salvo. After hunting for the pretty female and a brief conversation, Salvo realised this female was certainly no flirt.
He left her, hoping to find something more interesting. To his greatest surprise, she followed him, explaining she had to do something for him before she could leave. At first, he was annoyed, but then decided Alter was doing no harm. Aterr never let Salvo out of her sight, but never got a chance to get even with him. This arrangement lasted a little over a year, until a bear attacked Salvo while he was sleeping. Ater rushed to help him, but he told her to stay away. By the time the bear was chased away, Salvo was half dead. Ater felt guilty beyond belief, but the male told her that he had fallen in love with her, and spending the last year with Ater was all he could have asked for. Distressed, the female left the dead body's side, and set off into the wilderness. A year on, she still feels guilt, but is ready to find new goals in life.
Notes: N/A
@laika
Persona: Laika was once a bubbly outgoing male. One with confidence, the definition of extrovert. But, suddenly, he succumb to the embarrassment of his condition. Due to damaged nerves in his throat, the handsome male suffers from a severe stutter. Before this life-altering change, he was cocky. You were lucky to be able to speak to a prince like him. But, as reality set in, shame and depression soon sunk in. Now, words are rare, the beautifully colored lupine only speaks when absolutely necessary. When he speaks, his voice is high pitched and strained. Often, he will lose breath mid sentence, and his words will seem painful.
But, underneath his facade of shame and embarrassment, lays a new wolf. After he came to terms with his new life, the realisation dawned on him; he was an asshole. Now, his life is devoted to the well being of others. Through hunts, he will be the one to make sure everyone is safe. And during wars, he would be the one to run around to aid his side. If he does manage to get close, and able to speak around someone, he will often crack jokes, and use humor as a coping mechanism. It’s all linked to his constant self-deprecation. His depression is always there, though it may seem invisible. Sometimes, it a soft hum in the back of Laika’s head, reminding him of his worth. Nothing. Zero. Other times, it will be full force, where he is physically incapacitated for hours, days. Days where he will only stare at the wall, and wish he was dead.
Appearance: Laika is a stunning male, with a coat of muddled caramels and gingers. His head is a beautiful grey/onyx color, adorned with one Jade Green optic, and a single ocean blue hue. Along his throat in a ‘U’ shape is a shocking scar, pink and large, hardly concealed by his fur. Standing at a fair 3’2”, with a length of 5’5”, and a weight of 98. His legs are long and lean, built for speed and strength. Curled around his limbs and torso are perfectly toned muscles. Laika is the perfect machine.
Biography: The handsome brute was born as the heir to his prideful pack. The Alpha’s first born out of 12. He was a fit machine, trained to be perfect, and he knew it. He grew cocky, prideful, a snob. Soon enough, his father retired to an honorable elder, and despite the elder’s warnings, the self-centered asshole was quick to take up the ‘Alpha’ role. He was hungry for power, to be respected and feared all at once. Sure, he was physically apt for his Alpha title at just under 2 years, but he was far from mentally capable for such a role. It started to show as the grueling job took him over, turning him into a constantly stressed, sleep-deprived shell of what he once was. But, his pain did not cease there.
The wolves of the pack of course saw that their Alpha was unfit for his role, but with both himself, and a few others as his bodyguards, he was untouchable. So, the pack continued on, thriving in their territory. Slowly, Laika grew accustom to his position, and was able to find his footing as a leader. But, this period of peace was short lived.
Due to the rapidly changing weather, and the shortage of prey, Laika was forced to move his pack from their original territory, to their new one. As the long trek began, the 14 wolf pack made the dangerous crossing over human infested lands, where hunters were in abundance. Human hunters. While the attempts were made to cross peacefully, soon enough lead filled rain replaced the sunny day, a morbid painting on display. The Alpha watched horrified as his pack were struck, cast down in a pool of crimson blood. Rushing forwards to grab one of the pups a new mother was herding, a barbed strand of metal was hooked around his throat, tearing through skin and flesh. Writhing in attempt to free himself, the tool was getting far closer to ending his life by the tense second. Thankfully, after pressing backwards, the now weakened ex-alpha freed himself from the grasp of this killer, and sprinted away. The only wolves that accompanied him were the pack’s old salutary, and an Omega. Out of the three, Laika was the only one injured. The rest of the pack had either scattered, or passed away. As he was getting nursed to health by the two females, Laika remained ignorant to the full extent of his injuries.
Months later, as the two were out hunting, Laika attempted speaking, horrified as the words that played so smoothly in his head came out high, cracked and paused. It was like he was a pup who was just learning to speak. Out of shame, and embarrassment, he left the two who had spent so much time healing him.
Notes: N/A
But, underneath his facade of shame and embarrassment, lays a new wolf. After he came to terms with his new life, the realisation dawned on him; he was an asshole. Now, his life is devoted to the well being of others. Through hunts, he will be the one to make sure everyone is safe. And during wars, he would be the one to run around to aid his side. If he does manage to get close, and able to speak around someone, he will often crack jokes, and use humor as a coping mechanism. It’s all linked to his constant self-deprecation. His depression is always there, though it may seem invisible. Sometimes, it a soft hum in the back of Laika’s head, reminding him of his worth. Nothing. Zero. Other times, it will be full force, where he is physically incapacitated for hours, days. Days where he will only stare at the wall, and wish he was dead.
Appearance: Laika is a stunning male, with a coat of muddled caramels and gingers. His head is a beautiful grey/onyx color, adorned with one Jade Green optic, and a single ocean blue hue. Along his throat in a ‘U’ shape is a shocking scar, pink and large, hardly concealed by his fur. Standing at a fair 3’2”, with a length of 5’5”, and a weight of 98. His legs are long and lean, built for speed and strength. Curled around his limbs and torso are perfectly toned muscles. Laika is the perfect machine.
Biography: The handsome brute was born as the heir to his prideful pack. The Alpha’s first born out of 12. He was a fit machine, trained to be perfect, and he knew it. He grew cocky, prideful, a snob. Soon enough, his father retired to an honorable elder, and despite the elder’s warnings, the self-centered asshole was quick to take up the ‘Alpha’ role. He was hungry for power, to be respected and feared all at once. Sure, he was physically apt for his Alpha title at just under 2 years, but he was far from mentally capable for such a role. It started to show as the grueling job took him over, turning him into a constantly stressed, sleep-deprived shell of what he once was. But, his pain did not cease there.
The wolves of the pack of course saw that their Alpha was unfit for his role, but with both himself, and a few others as his bodyguards, he was untouchable. So, the pack continued on, thriving in their territory. Slowly, Laika grew accustom to his position, and was able to find his footing as a leader. But, this period of peace was short lived.
Due to the rapidly changing weather, and the shortage of prey, Laika was forced to move his pack from their original territory, to their new one. As the long trek began, the 14 wolf pack made the dangerous crossing over human infested lands, where hunters were in abundance. Human hunters. While the attempts were made to cross peacefully, soon enough lead filled rain replaced the sunny day, a morbid painting on display. The Alpha watched horrified as his pack were struck, cast down in a pool of crimson blood. Rushing forwards to grab one of the pups a new mother was herding, a barbed strand of metal was hooked around his throat, tearing through skin and flesh. Writhing in attempt to free himself, the tool was getting far closer to ending his life by the tense second. Thankfully, after pressing backwards, the now weakened ex-alpha freed himself from the grasp of this killer, and sprinted away. The only wolves that accompanied him were the pack’s old salutary, and an Omega. Out of the three, Laika was the only one injured. The rest of the pack had either scattered, or passed away. As he was getting nursed to health by the two females, Laika remained ignorant to the full extent of his injuries.
Months later, as the two were out hunting, Laika attempted speaking, horrified as the words that played so smoothly in his head came out high, cracked and paused. It was like he was a pup who was just learning to speak. Out of shame, and embarrassment, he left the two who had spent so much time healing him.
Notes: N/A
@wanda
Persona: Sharp, and witty. This clever female is rather short-tempered, preferring a no-nonsense way of life. Her sarcastic way of talking is backed up by her clever attitude, Wanda must always have the last word. The lupine tends to think highly of herself, the stubborn bitch would never admit if she was in the wrong, or if she made a mistake. Highly critical, if the wolf is called out on a mess-up, deep shame overtakes her slightly egotistical self. Though, she does have a sense of humor. Countering her fiery attitude, she does have a relaxed, calm, silly side. On occasion, she will pull off a goofy tone, but the moment will end quickly, her own sense of humor residing in sarcasm.
Appearance: Wanda is a primarily ivory wolf, with multiple tan and grey overlays. Down her nose lays a creamy tan colour, and under her bright amber eyes, silky white fur lays untouched. The female is rather lean, only standing at 2’7, and weighing in at 75 pounds. Her length is around 5’4, and the female is more skinny than musclely.
Biography: Wanda was born to her rogue mother, and father. She was born in a lovely litter of three, herself, and her two brothers. Shortly after birth, Wanda’s first brother quickly died of an umbilical hernia, leaving only Oxe. When sheltering within their shallow den, their parents, two Tibetan wolves, decided to check around, and perhaps hunt. Eager to watch, once the two parental figures were out of sight, small Wanda stalked after them, admiring their eloquent way of life. By now, she was 3 months, and able to get around easily, and was already beginning to learn how to hunt and fight. Behind her at the den, tragedy struck. With no one there to warn him, a slumbering pup fell victim to the fangs of a coyote, his corpse dragged away, the only sign of his presence became a dull smell, and a small trail of crimson blood.
Seeing her parents heading back, Wanda maneuvered her way back to the den quickly, making sure she remained undetected. But, as she returned to her home, the thick scent of coyote, and blood hit the lupine like a wave. Choking back a sob, the small mind could barely comprehend the sudden death of her sibling, and wobbled away on her own, taking the blame for Oxe’s death. Her lifeless eyes would linger upon the ground as she walked, a mere numb feeling permanently residing within her heart.
Of course, over time, she grew to ignore the thick waves of depression that would hit her at the sight of a wolf like her brother, but the scent of coyote still strikes resentment, and fear into even her grown heart.
Appearance: Wanda is a primarily ivory wolf, with multiple tan and grey overlays. Down her nose lays a creamy tan colour, and under her bright amber eyes, silky white fur lays untouched. The female is rather lean, only standing at 2’7, and weighing in at 75 pounds. Her length is around 5’4, and the female is more skinny than musclely.
Biography: Wanda was born to her rogue mother, and father. She was born in a lovely litter of three, herself, and her two brothers. Shortly after birth, Wanda’s first brother quickly died of an umbilical hernia, leaving only Oxe. When sheltering within their shallow den, their parents, two Tibetan wolves, decided to check around, and perhaps hunt. Eager to watch, once the two parental figures were out of sight, small Wanda stalked after them, admiring their eloquent way of life. By now, she was 3 months, and able to get around easily, and was already beginning to learn how to hunt and fight. Behind her at the den, tragedy struck. With no one there to warn him, a slumbering pup fell victim to the fangs of a coyote, his corpse dragged away, the only sign of his presence became a dull smell, and a small trail of crimson blood.
Seeing her parents heading back, Wanda maneuvered her way back to the den quickly, making sure she remained undetected. But, as she returned to her home, the thick scent of coyote, and blood hit the lupine like a wave. Choking back a sob, the small mind could barely comprehend the sudden death of her sibling, and wobbled away on her own, taking the blame for Oxe’s death. Her lifeless eyes would linger upon the ground as she walked, a mere numb feeling permanently residing within her heart.
Of course, over time, she grew to ignore the thick waves of depression that would hit her at the sight of a wolf like her brother, but the scent of coyote still strikes resentment, and fear into even her grown heart.
Notes: Wanda is to become mates with Cosmo, if she is not adopted, I will most likely end up keeping her.
@kazuko
Persona: Glimmers of intelligence, ambition, peace, and pride will forever trail among this female’s lovely eyes, before finally taking place within her kind heart. Kazuko is quite the unique lupine, her mind swirled up to create many visions, and pictures. The ivory female, along with her fair attitude and even demeanor, carries with her a sharp memory. This is caused by her suffering from a neurological phenomenon, Synesthesia. The condition causes her to see colors as words, or sounds are heard. For example, the swishing over the river is a pale orange, or the sound of the name “Kazuko” is a bright yellow. Even with this impairment, her quality of life is hardly affected, leaving her seeming like an ordinary wolf. In fact, she tends to only tell others she holds this condition if it is absolutely necessary, as she risks it being seen as a weakness.
The snowy wolf is also rather dominant, preferring not to have to submit to another. She earns her ambition through her past, wanting to be the best at whatever it is she is doing. Due to this, she had spent countless hours in solitude, training and readying herself for when the day came. The day she could prove that she was more than just a slave.
Kazuko is passionate about making others happy, and keeping everyone at peace. Valuing “Family”, this female is a pack wolf at heart, allowing her to easily fit into large groups. Having experienced severe neglect, the lupine understands how it feels to seem universally despised, and has vowed to spend the rest of her life making sure no one else feels that way.
Though, even with her initially gentle demeanor, once you become closer with the female, she opens up and becomes sarcastic, and witty. With a blossoming personality, Kazuko loves meeting new wolves, and knows how to socialize with anyone. Though, if you manage to get on Kazuko’s bad side, you will be met with a non-stop passive aggressive attitude. Though she will never admit that she truly dislikes someone, as it is against her nature.
But, this female tends to become slightly impatient with stubborn wolves, or pups. Because of this, Kazuko prefers to keep away from younger wolves, and does not wish to have her own pups as of now. If she manages to get distressed, her exasperated tone, and quickly escalating posture would be enough to signal her distaste.
Appearance: Kazuko is a primarily ivory wolf, her cream fur holds the consistency of feathers, allowing her a graceful, beautiful flow. Over her back, multiple charcoal lines dash over her spine, similar to the appearance of soot stains. The faint black color can be seen slightly over her forehead, and down her nose. Under her ivory eyes, light tan marks swivel down the rest of her face, similar to tear stains. The lupine stands at a large 3’5, at a length of 5’8, and a final weight of 125 pounds. The large wolf’s tail fades quickly into tan, then juts into a ebony tip, along with the same tan running on her back end, and the backs of her hind legs. The gentle giant holds a deadly set of pearly white teeth, all hidden within her strong muzzle. Her body is lined with hidden muscles, only visible in movement. Each one trained, and worked to move in harmony with her rather skinny legs, and torso. The female generally holds herself in a rather regal posture, taking on the look of royalty. Kazuko moves with stunning grace, her head and ears held pointed and high, her muscles relaxed, rippling under her thick pelt, and her tail waving above her head like a snowy flag.
Biography: Does birthplace really matter? Does the upbringing of a wolf really define who they are? If it did, Kazuko would merely be a shell of a wolf. Born in a swamp-like area up north, the alabaster bitch was trained as a small pup to kill. Her mentor was the Beta male of the pack, Kasai, her uncle. Being Beta, he was trained to have no pity, and didn’t give the large lupine a break. Training nearly 24/7, Kazuko quickly became malnourished, and sleep-deprived. Hardly any fat was left on her body over time, and was replaced with muscle. Her background as a warrior, and her memories of abuse, make her prone to snapping on very rare occasions. Being the biggest pup in the pack, Kazuko was quickly flying through the ranks as she excelled in her training, becoming a known, and respected warrior. Eventually, much to her distaste, the large wolf was placed as Delta female, right under her uncle.
Hatred swelled in her heart for this pack, this murderous, sociopathic pack. Desperate to leave, there was nothing Kazuko could do besides watch the horrific deaths of pups, adults, and elders. Everyone of them had a new, unique, and gruesome murder. The bodies were either thrown in a mass grave, or the river. The other Delta, Risuku, was known as the pack’s “Manipulator”. His job was to gain the trust of rogues, persuading them to join their pack. They were promised herbs, food, and safety. All they got was endless labor, until their frail bodies finally fell victim to the merciless claws of death.
Shivering, sheltered in her den, claw marks littered every inch of the cold, stone walls. One for every death Kazuko bore witness to. Isolated, the once pearly white pelt was littered with blood, not even her own. Standing with her head bowed, these quickly fleeting moments held the only possibility she had to store any emotion into a cold cage, held under lock and key. Taking one last breath, the cold air forced her eyes open as her paw’s carried her out, her muscles tensed, and her mouth curled into a sadistic smile.
Her job that cursed day was to hunt down rogues with Risuku, exploring the area outside their territory. Blinded with pure rage, as soon as the giant white form took one step out of the territory, fangs made instant contact with flesh, tearing into the soft substance as if it was water. Stunned, the smaller Delta held no chance against the bigger opponent, blood already pooling around his soon-to-be cold body.
Straightening herself up, white eyes turned cold, not even the smallest amount of regret in the icy depths. Stalking away, the bloodstained territories’ population was now down from 25, to 23.
The snowy wolf is also rather dominant, preferring not to have to submit to another. She earns her ambition through her past, wanting to be the best at whatever it is she is doing. Due to this, she had spent countless hours in solitude, training and readying herself for when the day came. The day she could prove that she was more than just a slave.
Kazuko is passionate about making others happy, and keeping everyone at peace. Valuing “Family”, this female is a pack wolf at heart, allowing her to easily fit into large groups. Having experienced severe neglect, the lupine understands how it feels to seem universally despised, and has vowed to spend the rest of her life making sure no one else feels that way.
Though, even with her initially gentle demeanor, once you become closer with the female, she opens up and becomes sarcastic, and witty. With a blossoming personality, Kazuko loves meeting new wolves, and knows how to socialize with anyone. Though, if you manage to get on Kazuko’s bad side, you will be met with a non-stop passive aggressive attitude. Though she will never admit that she truly dislikes someone, as it is against her nature.
But, this female tends to become slightly impatient with stubborn wolves, or pups. Because of this, Kazuko prefers to keep away from younger wolves, and does not wish to have her own pups as of now. If she manages to get distressed, her exasperated tone, and quickly escalating posture would be enough to signal her distaste.
Appearance: Kazuko is a primarily ivory wolf, her cream fur holds the consistency of feathers, allowing her a graceful, beautiful flow. Over her back, multiple charcoal lines dash over her spine, similar to the appearance of soot stains. The faint black color can be seen slightly over her forehead, and down her nose. Under her ivory eyes, light tan marks swivel down the rest of her face, similar to tear stains. The lupine stands at a large 3’5, at a length of 5’8, and a final weight of 125 pounds. The large wolf’s tail fades quickly into tan, then juts into a ebony tip, along with the same tan running on her back end, and the backs of her hind legs. The gentle giant holds a deadly set of pearly white teeth, all hidden within her strong muzzle. Her body is lined with hidden muscles, only visible in movement. Each one trained, and worked to move in harmony with her rather skinny legs, and torso. The female generally holds herself in a rather regal posture, taking on the look of royalty. Kazuko moves with stunning grace, her head and ears held pointed and high, her muscles relaxed, rippling under her thick pelt, and her tail waving above her head like a snowy flag.
Biography: Does birthplace really matter? Does the upbringing of a wolf really define who they are? If it did, Kazuko would merely be a shell of a wolf. Born in a swamp-like area up north, the alabaster bitch was trained as a small pup to kill. Her mentor was the Beta male of the pack, Kasai, her uncle. Being Beta, he was trained to have no pity, and didn’t give the large lupine a break. Training nearly 24/7, Kazuko quickly became malnourished, and sleep-deprived. Hardly any fat was left on her body over time, and was replaced with muscle. Her background as a warrior, and her memories of abuse, make her prone to snapping on very rare occasions. Being the biggest pup in the pack, Kazuko was quickly flying through the ranks as she excelled in her training, becoming a known, and respected warrior. Eventually, much to her distaste, the large wolf was placed as Delta female, right under her uncle.
Hatred swelled in her heart for this pack, this murderous, sociopathic pack. Desperate to leave, there was nothing Kazuko could do besides watch the horrific deaths of pups, adults, and elders. Everyone of them had a new, unique, and gruesome murder. The bodies were either thrown in a mass grave, or the river. The other Delta, Risuku, was known as the pack’s “Manipulator”. His job was to gain the trust of rogues, persuading them to join their pack. They were promised herbs, food, and safety. All they got was endless labor, until their frail bodies finally fell victim to the merciless claws of death.
Shivering, sheltered in her den, claw marks littered every inch of the cold, stone walls. One for every death Kazuko bore witness to. Isolated, the once pearly white pelt was littered with blood, not even her own. Standing with her head bowed, these quickly fleeting moments held the only possibility she had to store any emotion into a cold cage, held under lock and key. Taking one last breath, the cold air forced her eyes open as her paw’s carried her out, her muscles tensed, and her mouth curled into a sadistic smile.
Her job that cursed day was to hunt down rogues with Risuku, exploring the area outside their territory. Blinded with pure rage, as soon as the giant white form took one step out of the territory, fangs made instant contact with flesh, tearing into the soft substance as if it was water. Stunned, the smaller Delta held no chance against the bigger opponent, blood already pooling around his soon-to-be cold body.
Straightening herself up, white eyes turned cold, not even the smallest amount of regret in the icy depths. Stalking away, the bloodstained territories’ population was now down from 25, to 23.
Notes: N/A
@chipara
Information: Personality: Chipara is a wolf of few words, but overflowing thoughts. Constantly overthinking, and plotting. His world is full of reasons, and he knows each and everything around him; why it’s there, what it is, and what it does. If a feeling, or an object he does not recognize, or even a skill he struggles to learn comes across him, agonizing sleepless nights will follow as the handsome lupine attempts to decipher what the object at hand is. In his mind, there is no room for foolish. Chipara is a serious wolf, through and through. No exceptions. Unlike many wolves, the ginger brute does not have a set personality; he is neither submissive, or dominant. He resides wherever necessary for the current situation. No discomfort comes from either action.
For the most part, Chipara looks emotionless. He is difficult to read, and communicate with at times. Socialization became foreign to the intelligent male, life for him now is all about survival. When would his next meal come, and how could this wolf benefit his well being, and how could he benefit theirs? It’s not that Chipara doesn’t like other wolves, but a mechanical way of life had been shoved into him from the beginning. Due to this, he excels when it comes to reading, and placing other wolves in the different categories that reside within his mind. While he can decipher what others are feeling with ease, responding to those emotions is where his challenge resides. How to comfort a grieving wolf? Or how to assure someone with anxiety?
Appearance: Chipara is no doubt a handsome wolf, with a stunning coat of russet and ginger, with brown and cream accents around his torso, with light toffee hued legs. He stands at a fair 3’3”, a length of 5’4”, and a thin weight of 98 pounds. He is build for speed, with long legs and a slim and lightly muscled build. The ginger brute’s face is adorned with beautiful jade green optics, and a cream hue around his lower muzzle. Muscles line his body, defined but not bulky.
Biography: Chi was the second born in a litter of 7, as well as being the only male in the litter. His older sister was destined for power, and as soon as she grew to be 10 months, she adopted the “Delta” position, and trained underneath their Mother and Father. Chipara on the other hand, unlike his younger siblings who still dwelled on their luck of not being first-born, looked up to the pack Beta. He was a rather small wolf, only standing at 2’7”, but held his position with respect, and even fear. His knowledge is what brought him to respect, a trait that Chi himself soon adopted. Soon enough, after being ranked as a Scout, the ginger wolf was tucked underneath the Beta’s (Julen) wing. His life was picturesque, on the outside it seemed like he was living the perfect life. But, in reality, his training took a darker turn.
Julen was dedicated to turning his unlucky apprentice into a machine, one with no emotion, and only purpose was to work. If the young wolf was to display any type of emotion, physical and mental punishment was soon to follow. Eventually, Chipara adapted to the way of life. Blocking out emotions, and hiding in that special hole in the back of your head became the norm for him. He was a machine, one who executed the perfect attacks - hunting or sparring - at the perfect times. This arrangement lasted for a deathly long year, before Chi took Julen’s place as Beta, and Julen gratefully took on an Elder position.
By now, the training had stopped. There was no reason to tell anyone of the abuse, to make things worse, Chi truly didn’t care. Self-pity was beat out of him along with the rest of his emotions. So, after a few more months, he simply up and left the pack with no explanation. He felt nothing, his heart and soul numb as he continued on. Slowly, the handsome brute regained some normal emotions, but still struggles with displaying them.
For the most part, Chipara looks emotionless. He is difficult to read, and communicate with at times. Socialization became foreign to the intelligent male, life for him now is all about survival. When would his next meal come, and how could this wolf benefit his well being, and how could he benefit theirs? It’s not that Chipara doesn’t like other wolves, but a mechanical way of life had been shoved into him from the beginning. Due to this, he excels when it comes to reading, and placing other wolves in the different categories that reside within his mind. While he can decipher what others are feeling with ease, responding to those emotions is where his challenge resides. How to comfort a grieving wolf? Or how to assure someone with anxiety?
Appearance: Chipara is no doubt a handsome wolf, with a stunning coat of russet and ginger, with brown and cream accents around his torso, with light toffee hued legs. He stands at a fair 3’3”, a length of 5’4”, and a thin weight of 98 pounds. He is build for speed, with long legs and a slim and lightly muscled build. The ginger brute’s face is adorned with beautiful jade green optics, and a cream hue around his lower muzzle. Muscles line his body, defined but not bulky.
Biography: Chi was the second born in a litter of 7, as well as being the only male in the litter. His older sister was destined for power, and as soon as she grew to be 10 months, she adopted the “Delta” position, and trained underneath their Mother and Father. Chipara on the other hand, unlike his younger siblings who still dwelled on their luck of not being first-born, looked up to the pack Beta. He was a rather small wolf, only standing at 2’7”, but held his position with respect, and even fear. His knowledge is what brought him to respect, a trait that Chi himself soon adopted. Soon enough, after being ranked as a Scout, the ginger wolf was tucked underneath the Beta’s (Julen) wing. His life was picturesque, on the outside it seemed like he was living the perfect life. But, in reality, his training took a darker turn.
Julen was dedicated to turning his unlucky apprentice into a machine, one with no emotion, and only purpose was to work. If the young wolf was to display any type of emotion, physical and mental punishment was soon to follow. Eventually, Chipara adapted to the way of life. Blocking out emotions, and hiding in that special hole in the back of your head became the norm for him. He was a machine, one who executed the perfect attacks - hunting or sparring - at the perfect times. This arrangement lasted for a deathly long year, before Chi took Julen’s place as Beta, and Julen gratefully took on an Elder position.
By now, the training had stopped. There was no reason to tell anyone of the abuse, to make things worse, Chi truly didn’t care. Self-pity was beat out of him along with the rest of his emotions. So, after a few more months, he simply up and left the pack with no explanation. He felt nothing, his heart and soul numb as he continued on. Slowly, the handsome brute regained some normal emotions, but still struggles with displaying them.
Notes: Currently in a hunt in Rowan's group