Sinners Galore

 GLUTTONY
Claimed By @nooneyet
Name: [Roleplayer May Choose]
Gender: Male
Species: Rocky Mountains Wolf
Age: 2 Y.O.
Personality Outline: Happy | Go-Lucky | Relaxed | Black Hole of a Stomach | Always Hungry | Energetic | Chill | Simple | Loves Food above All Else | acts like a stereotypical pothead/munchie
Background: [Roleplayer May Add Details, but must keep basics of this outline and can not leave Greed. Greed + Gluttony are stuck at the hip and are extremely close]
Gluttony and Greed are cousins, not brothers, related by their mothers. They grew up together like two peas in a pod, a simple and basic life. Nothing to complain about, as they took everything with a smile. At one they left in search of their own lives, mostly because Greed became too greedy with land and their familial pack did not wish to comply, also wanting to spend a simple life. Gluttony came along, cause he loved Greed more than he did his simple life, probably more than food.
Appearance: 2’ 8” | 90 lbs | 5’ |
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 GREED
Claimed By @nooneyet
Name: [Roleplayer May Choose]
Gender: Male
Species: Rocky Mountains Wolf
Age: 2 Y.O.
Personality Outline: Relaxed | Chill | Super Protective | Greedy for Territory | Sarcastic | Goal for lots of pups | One Love sort of guy | Hippie Dippie Earth Lover
Background: [Roleplayer May Add Details, but must keep basics of this outline and can not leave Gluttony. Greed + Gluttony are stuck at the hip and are extremely close]
Gluttony and Greed are cousins, not brothers, related by their mothers. They grew up together like two peas in a pod, a simple and basic life. Nothing to complain about, as they took everything with a smile. At one they left in search of their own lives, mostly because Greed became too greedy with land and their familial pack did not wish to comply, also wanting to spend a simple life. Gluttony came along, cause he loved Greed more than he did his simple life, probably more than food.
Appearance: 3’ 2” | 100 lbs | 5’ 8”
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LEADER SLOTH
Claimed By @hirsch
Name: Melek
Gender: Female
Species: Yukon
Age: 6 Y.O.
Personality: Patient | Takes No B.S. | Strict | Calculative | Silver Tongued | Witty | Wise | Decisive | Slow Speech
Melek is not the quickest to action, but she is brutal when she comes down. Her patience is not a sign of indecisiveness, but instead demonstrates her carefully calculative nature. She is a tactician first and foremost, and knows when to strike, when to hold, and when to send in the best person for the job. She expects her subordinates to respect her authority, and does not deal lightly with those that anger her. Melek will often abstain from dealing physical punishment herself, having bigger bruisers to do her dirty work, almost like a mafia boss. However, when she feels as though matters have to be dealt with herself, judgement will be cold and brutal. Her choice to adopt or protect trickles down directly from weighing a wolf's usefulness to her group. However, Cael has struck something deep inside her. As Melek herself has chosen no mate, she has not borne any pups of her own, and therefore sees Cael as her child. She believes she can bring him up to be a deserving potential heir, and has shown significant favoritism towards him, showering him with warmth and affection. Despite her grumpiness, she appreciates her group, and loves them quite dearly, including their lightheartedness, and sees herself more like a strict mother than a tyrant. She enjoys throwing sarcasm and shade their way, often in jest, although sometimes it is quite difficult to tell.

Background:
Melek grew up in a large pack, starting out quite low in the ranks. With her patience and her abilities, she slowly rose up to be a competent General, proving herself a worthy strategist and accomplished fighter. For a long while she was a high ranking and respected official, until, however, curiosity got the better of her. She left the pack at 3 ½ Y.O., to discover the world outside of her territory. She felt she had grown too stagnant in her current position, and knew that she would be able to accomplish more within a group founded by herself. She had also begun to butt heads with higher ranking wolves, as her preference to call the shots from behind the scenes began to undermine those above her.

After several months of searching, Melek found Gluttony, Aphrodite, and Greed. That is when they officially became a small group, as their synchronization was key to hunting and defending their claimed area. Melek could easily send Gluttony to the forefront of a hunt, and while she kept towards the back, she could observe and make calls to ensure their dinner. Not long after, Melek found Cassiopeia a much needed Salutary, and then Silas and Abaddon, both proving to be assets to the group. Eventually they all earned ranks. Silas and Aphrodite became Melek’s second in commands, while Abaddon took on the role of General and Melek's go-to when enforcing rules or dealing punishment. Gluttony became Hunting Superior, and Greed became Sentinel. Each using their destructive personalities as a positive force for the better of the group.

After a year of the group lasting together, Silas found a young pup and brought them to Melek. Melek, seeing strong potential in Cael, decided to keep him around. Being the first pup of the group, Cael was showered with more praise and love than the others. Eventually this lead for others of the group to begin to wander, sometimes taking a long time before returning again.

Appearance: Non-Threatening Build | 2’9” Tall | 80 lbs | 4’ 5” Long | Agile | But still powerful
Melek is small, and slight, her lightweight frame allowing for quick and agile movement, when she in so inclined. She does not have an incredibly athletic or intimidating appearance, and instead seems quite gentle at first. She is often found lying down or napping, and is slow to come to violence, which only reenforces this appearance. However, when in action, Melek's athleticism shines, as her lithe body still demonstrates considerable power. Her copper coat is flecked with black throughout, giving her a bizarrely muddy appearance, and somewhat masking the high intelligence that hide behind her dark brown eyes.

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LUST
Claimed By @weayaya
Name: Aphrodite
Nickname: Aphy
Gender: Female
Species: *Wolfdog (Grey Wolf x Czech WD)
Age: 3 Y.O.
Personality Outline:
Level Headed; Zest for Life; Physically Athletic look on Life; High Hygiene Standards; Playfully Flirtatious with Most (more so serious with males and teasingly with females);

Aphrodite is a very, exclusive, type of wolf. With a pep in her step and an upbeat outlook on life, Aphy tends to radiate a sense of youthful energy. Though she is clearly composed and practical about how things work, or how to go about them, she definitely isn’t a sit-still and chat calmly type of persona.
Preferably, the vivacious bitch hunts out more than a little bit of fun. A cheeky look, a pony-like prance, and an undeniably provocative train of thought leave the female begging for every inch of masculine attention she can grasp- A, what you’d call, attention-whore, in the eyes of most other females. She isn’t shy about her preferences either, her appetite for coy, frisky interaction insatiable as she sweeps from one wolf to the next, not necessarily looking for anything more.
This, while questioned in many a wolves minds, leaves the bitch with a well-rounded acceptance of the varied responses she receives. In honesty, she actually indulges in the differences, be it kind, loving, open, uncertain, wary, tense, or even aggressive. Physical abuse, or even verbal, leave her spine tingling with a sadistic desire for more- Bloodshed, well that just makes it more interesting as she will take just about anything that tickles her lust of flirtatious pleasure.
Aphrodite, living up to her namesake, is also a creature that adorns her hygiene and holds cleanliness and physical health as a daily requirement to be maintained and upheld. She spends quite a bit of time grooming herself up, bathing in only the clearest of waters and traversing over more dry-looking terrain, so as not to tamper with her sleek look. If necessary, she won’t complain about hard work and getting scuffed, but don’t expect her to stay in such an unkempt manner for longer than absolutely required. When she's on the move she's still working herself. She thrives on physical activity, and is an athletically trained creature of speed, precision, and endurance. Any rocky, mountainous, or harsh terrain is merely an added object of her daily obstacle course.
Aphrodite though, got her rank when traveling with Melek for a reason, and knows when to control her itches. A silky voice, smooth train of conversation, and a determination for success leave her as a wise instigator and diffuser of varied encounters. Her focus on the wellbeing of those she works with being a priority above sensual pleasure, resulting in her straightforward response and care to keeping them safe and in order.

Background:

Appearance:
Height - 2’5 ft; Length - 3’8 ft; Weight - 64 lbs

Aphrodite is, as her name suggests, a creature of beauty. Refined, Alluring, and Zesty. With mixed blood flowing through her delicate looking silhouette, the female harnesses an exotic look. Multiple colors flood across her canvas, with reds, creams, and grey-blacks being the most prominent. Her lithe build, and wolf-dog heritage, leave her standing at a surprising 2 foot 5 inches from paw to shoulder, and 3 foot 8 inches from nose to tail, this in the end, has her weigh in to somewhere around the 64 pound mark with muscle being more for speed than power.
The lupine bares two large, radial ears of dark russet, appearing more ‘shepherd’-like as they perch atop her slender crown of timber grey masking. A unique gaze of split rose-pink and ivory give a softened look to the notable ochre veil that stains her nasal-bridge, frontward cheeks and eyebrows before fading into a pastel off-white set of jowls and jugular. Down her spine is a muddled variation of an ashen-tangerine cloak, a few hints of oaken brown to be seen, only to split down her shoulders into a buff straddle. A large portion of her underside is that of beige-white, splitting into varied orange hues down her slender limbs. Her bushy tail is then a continuation of her spinal cover, separating to more cream before the tip over-takes with a deep ink-dipped look.

WRATH
Claimed By @seven
Name: Abaddon
Gender: Male
Species: Yukon x Alexander Archipelago Wolf
Age: 4 ⅓ Y.O.
Personality Outline: A creature raised on war and with a soul soaked in spilled blood, Abaddon hardly makes for a friendly or caring individual. He can seem heartless at the best of times, with a sharp and sarcastic tongue, brutal honesty, and a tendency to say what he wishes without regard for the opinions of others. In emotional times, he can come off as cold and uncaring, with a voice that is almost eternally monotone, save for the moments it is touched by spite or fury. He is rarely touched by emotions such as grief. However, anger readily courses through his veins. While generally a wolf of few words, Abaddon is a fireball of a brute who will not hesitate to snap when provoked, be it through verbal or physical retaliation. He is also insistent on the achievement of justice for offenses, whether they are against himself or one of his packmates.
While he is an aggressive male to say the very least, Abaddon also has a different side that has been seen thus far only by a few select members of Melek’s pack. While not a ‘soft’ side by any meaning of the word, Abaddon occasionally adopts a certain fondness for another wolf - predominantly ones who refrain from irritating or infuriating him in some way. He is considerably less gruff toward these few individuals, perhaps even going so far as to crack the barest ghost of a smile in their presence. These expressions tend to vanish as quickly as they come, soon replaced by his frigid, hostile intensity and usual lack of emotion.
Background: Even from his adolescence, Abaddon’s life has been consumed by the hate and fury that rages through him now. Born the largest of a litter of four, he was expected from birth to be a powerful warrior. His second and third siblings, though smaller, would carry the same expectations upon their shoulders. However, the youngest, smallest pup - a sickly runt of a male - would never grow to prove himself; he was killed by their father before any of them had opened their eyes. From then on, it would be the three of them together in the world.
Appearance: A hulking mass of brown and gold, Abaddon stands at a substantial 3’2” at the shoulder, measuring 5’8” in length. At 170 pounds of bulky yet powerful muscle, he is certainly a force to be reckoned with. While not swift due to his size, his massive, sturdy build makes for a considerable adversary in battle. A long-haired pelt of shifting hues of brown drapes over his frame. Creamy tones mark his shoulders, underbelly, and throat, with the darkest shades of chocolate running from the crown of his skull to the nape of his neck. His eyes make for a striking contrast against the dark coloration of his face, each bearing a glowing golden hue. However, while they may hold the same tones as honey, his eyes hold none of the same warmth, instead taking on the same glaring iciness that radiates from his callous persona.
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ENVY
Claimed By @marusya
Name: Silas
Gender: Male
Species: Himalayan Wolf
Age: 3 ½ Y.O.
Personality: Easily jealous, anything that Silas wants or believes is his, will be claimed. He does not take for others treading on his territory lightly, and will usually come to blows or silver tongue manipulation. Silas is difficult at times to please, as every affection or praise you give to someone else, he will want double. If he does not get the same treatment or better, he will pout or become aggressive. He does not have anger issues, but definitely has become narcissistic that he believes he deserves everything and more.
Background:
Appearance: Silas stands at a whooping 3’ exactly, weighing in at 115 pounds, making his body one built for swift agility, with a bit of strength behind his punches. His fur, for the most part, is alabaster. Across his shoulders and down his back is a stony gray color, with mixes of cream. Around his face, the fur becomes off white, almost blond. Dark, black rings around his eyes are thicker than normal, making his yellow eyes appear to be sunken in. His coal nose sets neatly on the end of his snout where flecks of black whiskers sprout from. His fur is typically short in warmer weather., while thick and plush in colder seasons.
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PRIDE
Claimed by @kebechet
Name: Cassiopeia
Gender: Female
Species: Grey Wolf
Age: 5
Personality: Peia is a very prideful creature, considering most things beneath her. She carries herself with an air of subtle confidence, and to strangers it oft seems as though she is purposefully looking down on them - which, in all honesty, is true. Her tongue is nearly sharp as her wit, and she has no qualms against cutting through faulty logic with a falsely saccharine tone. Though, when surrounded by company she chooses to keep, she noticeably softens a tad - more likely to withhold cruel commentary, and viewing them as equals rather than riffraff. Though her namesake could be considered a negative quality, it is what drives her to be the very best when it comes to healing; her pride in her knowledge of medicine means that she treats every patient with the utmost care. She is rather adverse to violence, as she considers it a last resort for when words cannot solve the problem - however, she also understands that it is at times a necessity when one cannot be reasoned with.

Background: Cassiopeia was born within a small eastern pack alongside two stillborn siblings. Though her father quickly grew distant due to grief, her mother considered her survival a blessing, and devoted her attention to the pup. However, her mother was not an overtly affectionate wolf; she showed her care through teaching and, as the wolf was the Salutary of their small pack, she had a lot to teach. Once Cassiopeia was old enough, she began learning the art of medicine, her head filled with names and uses and locations until her mind was fit to burst. She learned that for a healer, violence should be a last resort, especially among comrades - there was no point creating work for herself, after all. Her beliefs and, most of all, her skill was something she took pride in, as it was something not many others could do.
Once she turns three years old, she leaves the pack to find her own way, as there was little use for her with a senior salutary already present. After about a year on her own, a group of four approached her: Melek, Aphrodite, Gluttony, and Greed. Though they were already strong, they had dire need of a healer in case of hunting injury or worse - so, after a bit of convincing, the bitch agreed to join them. The first few weeks, she remained cold and cautious in demeanor, but eventually Cassiopeia developed a rare soft spot for these wolves over time. Though the process repeated with Silas and Abaddon, they too earned her subtle loyalty. Everything seemed fine, until a small pup joined them. Half drowned, Cael had her complete focus as she worked furiously to ensure that he would survive, and in doing so developed a reluctant tender spot for the pup. To her dismay, though, Cael’s presence causes some of the group to part ways. Cassiopeia herself had chosen to stay; after all, she had a purpose as she was, and did not care for leaving her chosen company to associate with unknown riffraff.
And if the normally put-together wolf was a bit disorganized after the departure of her companions, it’s not as though they would ever know.

Appearance: Cassiopeia is not the largest of wolves, standing at 2’7 and measuring about 4’1 from nose to tail tip. She weighs in at 98 pounds, which isn’t ideal in terms of brute force, but lends to the speed and agility that she covets. What she lacks in strength she makes up for in perceptiveness; she has a sharp nose and eyes, making her an excellent tracker. Her fur is thick and plush, with a healthy shine to it. Charcoal black softens into deep grey undertones along her belly and tail. An intense stare of chartreuse yellow paired with narrow, delicate features give the she-wolf a generally wintry look in terms of facial expressions, which suit her well when encountering unwanted company. The beauty this she-wolf possesses is oft hidden from view, skewed by a harsh tongue and mistrusting demeanor. Due to her task of gathering herbs, there is often a bit of mud on her paws.

PUP VANITY
Claimed By @suki
ELUSIVE EIGHTH SIN
Name: Cael
Gender: Male
Species: Ethiopian Wolf
Age: 6 M.O.
Personality Outline: Narcissistic | Easily Off-Putting | Abrasive | Conceited | Childish - Even as an Adult | Self-Destructive
Background: [Roleplayer may add how Cael almost drowned or got to the group, and some other details as well.]
Found as a cub that has nearly drowned, Silas took the little thing into the group. Alpha Melek took him in, seeing strong potential within Cael. Since then, Cael, has been raised within the small group of varying personalities, and as he is the first pup to be there, he is pampered and praised like no other. This caused some unneeded tension, causing wolves to come and go as they please. Still remaining a group, but with long disappearances for some. Cael is slightly unaware that the rift was caused by his arrival and treatment within the group.
Appearance: Full height will be 2’ 8”, 100 lbs, with a length of 5’ 1”.
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