"I've got some secrets I forgot to mention..."
*Gender*
♂ Masculine ♂
Age
4 Years
Alignment
Neutral Good
Rank
Chief
Description
Saran's blood runs back thousands of years before the average wolf walked the earth. His line consists of the Dire Wolf. Compared to that of a normal wolf (Timber, Grey, Red , Etc.) Saran's bones are much more efficient and are considered to be a tad more solid than most, unless that is; they have Dire in their blood as well. This male approximately weigh's to be around 230 pounds, made up of heavier bone, muscle, and fur. His wings alone may weigh about 10 pounds; with his feathers being light weight most of his wing's mass comes from the durable strong bone and muscle needed to fly for long periods of time. His teeth and claws fit well in the category 'solid' as they don't often dull because of the consistancy his body has. To add to this, the male has fur that would make your dreams go beyond the galaxy. His pelt has the pattern of the night skies. His eyes are mysterious... They stand out from his rather dark figure and boldly shine in a golden tone. Adding to all of this, he has two moon earrings.
Personality
To most Saran may seem intimidating, his wings and piercing eyes almost staring past your lively figure in search for something else, something better... Quite the opposite, he has a peaceful aura and for the most part will keep to himself. With a heartfelt driven passion this male is open minded and doesn't mind receiving advice from his pack mates. Being filled with curiosity he might wander off into a zone where it seems as if his state of mind and body were the only things that coexisted. Saran enjoy's conversations with other wolves and also admires sight seeing. He's an observer and tries to pick up on the environment as best as his scattered mind will allow him to. Saran thinks about many things, and his mind is often occupied; but he still has a good sense of humor. The male is independent but is seeking shelter within another individual, he's a touchy male and does have a sensitive side. He finds himself rather charming when he chooses to be, but can control his actions.
History
Life itself has the ability to write itself out completely. Not turning back if it makes a simple flaw, yet moving forward towards the possibilities that it could most likely overcome. With death, follows life of another; and thats just how this all started. It was just like any day, except that on this particular day; a new mother was formed. Her mate had just finished a hunt, bringing down game that would last this new family all but a week. This small group was secretive, hiding from someone in order to protect their young. They weren't alone, being surrounded by wolves with sick minds they feared for their new pups. A litter of five was born that day, but only four had made it past the first week of life. The pups were all male, except for one. The mother cherished her daughter. This new family had become a pack of their own, and made their minds cautious of the dangerous journey that trailed ahead. Both of the parents were Dire Wolves; and their young weren't considered to be normal, but at this point nothing was.
Saran was first born, and after followed Aslan, Denis, Faith, and the now deceased Indi. The four pups grew stronger every day. They ate frequently and all looked different from one another, with different abilities as well. Aslan could create a small flame on demand, a whirling ball of light. Denis could manipulate the oxygen floating in the air, and Faith could literally change... She had the ability to shape herself into something else. Saran felt alone. Being born with a rack of wings his ability was kind of just handed to him from the start. At first the male had no idea how to control flight. His wing's were pretty much useless to him until he was a bit older. When his feathers were grown in he learned how to use them on demand. Life was rough for the male. Often, his parents were strict on the motive of staying hidden. With a group of young, amateur wolves that was a massive issue.
Discipline was required and his parents took action brutally in order to keep the family safe. It only took once for Saran to understand the matter of reality. For years his mother had told stories of a pack, and the one word she chose to describe it was destruction. She had told us none of us belonged there, and they had to make the rash decision to leave everything behind. The offspring fully matured before they hit the young age of two; and Saran's parents told them to leave and find their own destiny. They had the required skills for survival but his mom knew that they couldn't isolate them forever.
They had all agreed on this decision, with Aslan, Denis, and Faith eager to leave their parents secure protection this left Saran depressed. To have your own family tell you to leave, he was heart broken. They didn't give the option to stay, but for some reason he knew it was for their own good. It was that night he left, driven to finding a place to call home. Being only two years, the male spent months looking for a new pack to be apart of, to have that social interaction. He came across three with very distinct, funny names. The first one was that of the Api. This pack was the start of the males journey, he lurked over them for some time remembering the stories his mother once had told him. They seemed to be identical to what his eyes allowed him to see... Kalla was after that, these wolves were neutral okay but were stubborn as hell. He kept in the clouds for the most part, or hid in tree's to get a better perspective of what the pack's intentions were. It was then, when he came upon the Terra wolves.
Immediately, he could tell that the wolves of Terra lands were more optimistic, and friendly. He was allowed into the pack and ranked as a Pursuant. He studied the wolves for the first few weeks before he was comfortable with approaching them. His first encounter with gaining any social life was with the Chief. He grew accustomed to his environment and reported information directly to the Chief himself. Saran was promoted to Aide within the first year and discovered a second ability enabled the ability to control something. Within time, the Chief grew too old to rule. He was an elder to begin with, and didn't have any offspring of his own. It was then, when Saran became the Chief of the Terra wolves.
Special Abilities
Flight
Being born with wings, the male was unsure of what to do with them at first, they were like little stumps; barely covered with anything when he was a young pup. They dragged around for a good amount of time before the brute decided to take the time to try to make them useful. Eventually all his feathers came in, covering both the top and bottom with feathers that blended in with his pelt. It was then, where he opened his mind to the possibilities that could come his way.
Telepathy
Saran can communicate with someone without even opening his maw. In the past he's used this talent to get information out to his pack mates, whether that be from above, or on the ground. For the most part, its clearer if he only communicates with one wolf at a time, he has the option to communicate to two at once but hardly does because for the most part it isn't necessary. He uses this to stay secretive or if someone is around him and he doesn't want them to know what he has to say. With telepathy; he can also read someones else thoughts or intensions. This is extremely hard for Saran to accomplish considering he would have to pry open the wolfs brain and uncover their rumbling thoughts separating the raw material, from what he needs to know.
*✩ Skill Application ✩ *
●Hunting % 90
●Fighting % 90
●Herbs % 17
●Social % 70
●Stamina % 90
●Smarts % 80
Crush // Mate
Saran has no mate. Nor, does he find anyone of interest but he plans to. This male is an open book and he will most likely be honest if he has emotions for you.
Pack
Terra
Other
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Other 2
Saran's voice sounds pleasant, and comforting. His voice is also calming and firm.
*(His voice is best represented by Johnny Depp.)*
RP Sample
(RP Scenario Generator Used)
Received Plot "Where would you like to go when you die? Describe your perfect afterlife."
It seemed like years had passed in just the blink of an eye. The male slumped to the cold, lumpy ground. Earlier that day, the Chief had patrolled with some of Terra's Pursuant's. It had been interrupted by some lone Introvert's roaming around the lands in search of food. They were scared, hungry, and alone. It was like time had stopped, and so did Saran's heart. The Introvert they had stumbled upon was territorial and wanted nothing to do with the wolves of Terra. The wolf had begun to attack the pack mates Saran was gathered with, he used his energy to speak to the male. "We don't mean to harm you. But I ask you to stop before things get out of control." Saran had no idea of who this wolf was and his maw remained shut as he sent his words in the ears of the Introvert. Saran sensed the tension grow with an angering rage, and without thinking things through the Dire Wolf stomped to the floor in front of his pack and held open his wings.
This wolf didn't remind Saran of anyone, but the dark loner had formed a ball of fire from mid air and spat it at Saran furiously. The fire flashed him back into his pup hood, and it singed the hair on the front of his body, gently sliding off of his silk wings. Though he felt the burning sensation in his bones. The Chief snarled and snapped at the air in front of him, aiming straight towards the male. What surprised Saran is that this particular male knew he was out numbered, but didn't give up. He seemed like a lost dog, not really sure where life was heading. From the trees in front of the Terra wolves another Introvert revealed his bodily figure. The Introvert in front of Saran spat on the ground with his ears and tail raised. He seemed confident, but so was Saran. Just as the cocky brute was about to throw together another ball of destruction, the wolf from the tree's seemed to somehow take it down. The air grew harsher to breath in, like the oxygen was being sucked away. The fire dimmed...
Saran charged at the male in effort to make them leave but he couldn't help but ask himself if he knew the wolves that they had just confronted. They seemed too similar when they gathered together as a duo. Saran lowered himself as they retreated, his wings falling back into place where they were supposed to be. The Terra wolves behind him were angered, but he ordered them to forget about them, that they were gone and off of their lands. Little did they know, this wasn't the first encounter Saran had with them. A few hours later, Saran had been laying on that lumpy cold floor. He closed his eyes and tried to remember his past as best as his mind would allow him to. Locked up in the back of his skull he pulled out bits and pieces of his family being happy, and together. What a dream, it would be to be reunited with his blood, forever.
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Theme Song // Bad Intentions
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