Name
Khriston ‘Khris’ Onze
Age
21 years
Gender
Male
Breed
Anatolian Shepherd [50%] x Karakachan Bear Dog [50 %]
Orientation
Pansexual + Panromantic
Pack
Skoll
Rank
Lead Dog
Appearance
Canine;
Khris is a big dog, built broad with a good deal of muscle and wide shoulders. His face and fur resemble that of his father with it seeming to be short but it is actually extremely thick but not long. His face is a little broad with almond shaped amber eyes and flopped over ears. His tail and coat resemble this mother though, his tail is slightly fluffy and curls up and over his back while the color is a white underbelly and throat is a ruddy, reddish brown back, shoulders, and haunches that gets darker on his face. He has powerful legs that lead too large paws that are tipped with long claws. He has no real scars on him besides a few little nicks in his ears or around his muzzle from past skirmishes. In this form he stands at 31 inches at the shoulder and weighs 145 lbs in total.
Human;
As a human, Khris is rather average in height for a male; 5’8 and weighing 167 lbs in total with little fat on him. His skin is a pale white color with a bridge of freckles across his nose and on his shoulders. His face isn’t so much squared as it is just a little rounded and his almond shaped eyes are a brown that is closer to matching the amber color in his canid form. His hair is kept cropped short and is a ruddy, reddish-brown color with streaks of copper and auburn if he lets it grow out. He isn’t built like a brick house but he does have a good deal of lean muscle that gives him an easy definition. In this form you can easily see the nick in his ears and even some on his face if you get close enough. He tends to wear cargo, army pants with a pair of sturdy boots and a thick long sleeved shirt inside the camp, going outside he will either change to his canine form or wear much heavier clothing.
Personality
Khris is charismatic and if need be he can talk his way out of any bad situation that he gets himself into. He is rarely violent unless pushed too it and has a strong spirit. He believes in justice and fairness, dishing out punishments based on the extent of the crime committed. Khris enjoys being around family or close friends but also has a love for helping others or hanging out and telling the pups stories. He has a big heart for his pack, considering most of them family even, and would quickly defend them from an outside threat any day. He is softer spoken, not needing too raise his voice too get others too listen and is quick too make friends. Though if pushed into a corner, threatened, or attacked you will be seeing how much of a temper this male has. He can become violent if pushed into it, and while he does have a long fuse, his temper when shown is as violent as the blizzard outside and runs just as cold. He tolerates flirts and if you’re lucky, he may flirt back. He is rarely in a bad mood and just prefers too keep things calm around camp rather then hectic, going out of his way too make sure everything runs as smoothly as possible.
Family Relationships
Kara Onze |Mother|Karakachan Bear Dog|Deceased|
Marshall Onze |Father|Anatolian Shepherd|Unknown|
Bastion Onze |Younger Brother|Anatolian Shepherd x Karakachan Bear Dog|OPEN|17
Friend/Enemy Relationships
Open too both
Crush/Mate
No one currently
History
He lived with his mother and younger brother most of his life…but not in the form of a canine but in the form of a human. He never shifted in public and helped his mother with a lot of the work she did, taking on odd jobs to help her support both him and his brother. His father had left before when he was three years old before his brother was born and never came back. Neither boy had trouble in school or even high school. They kept their heads down unless backed into a corner, that’s when they came out swinging. Khris had always known what he was, his mother had never tried to hide it from them too make them ‘safer’. She had thought her children manners, how to be gentleman, how to get along with others and how to talk their way out of any trouble they got in. When the announcement for the blizzard came, Khris felt himself being pulled north while his mother, who had refused to shift all of her life, decided to go towards Mexico. Khris took his brother and began the journey that way. Making friends among the wolves and dogs. Gaining their trust. And when they left the building after two months, he came out as the leader. Where he still stands and has yet to be questioned.
Other
He chill.
Theme Song
Blue Stahli - Metamorphosis

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Name
Marcus ‘Ragnarok’ Corteze
Age
29 years
Gender
Male
Breed
Tibetan Mastiff [75%] x Irish Wolfhound [25%]
Orientation
Asexual + Homoromantic
Pack
Hati
Rank
Beta
Appearance
Canine;
Marcus is….Marcus is a massive dog that is built like a tank meant for war. He stands tall at 32 inches at his shoulders and weighs 165 lbs of muscle and thick fur. His fur is slightly curly and his coat is extremely thick, colored pitch black like tar or an oil spill. He is a very broad dog, his head squared and his paws are just as big. His tail doesn’t curl over his back like a Tibetan mastiff but rather sticks straight out and curves up slightly. His eyes are a bright, eerie blue color that stands out sharply in contrast and makes one think of the true cold north. Underneath his thick fur is a body covered in little and big scars from fighting and attacking others. He has some visible on his face, but too get a good look you’d have to get rather close too those powerful jaws…and many wouldn’t risk it. He is a war machine in this form, it’s why he holds the Beta rank like he does.
Human;
Marcus in this shape doesn’t quite measure up too Bishop’s grand height but he’s definitely up there in size. In this form he stands 6’3 and weighs in at 235 lbs. His black hair is messily cut and layered from him trying too stop it from curling like it does when it’s longer, and barely reaches his ears with one side shaved and Hati’s moon symbol cut into it. His skin is darkly tanned and it makes his eyes stand out sharply and it’s unknown where that trait came from due to the fact his Da’s eyes are amber and his ma’s are brown oddly enough. He is covered in scars small and big from head to heel and even in this form he’s built broad and can lift someone nearer too his own weight in this form. He has a scarred over bitemark on his throat from a fight to earn the Beta rank, but unless you’re up close with him than you’re not gonna get a good look.
Personality
Marcus doesn’t try too be refined, charismatic, or molded into an attitude that is not his own. He will voice his opinion on any matter and has little too no fear of anyone, not even Bishop; but he respects the other man greatly. He can be as quiet as a cat hunting prey or as loud as anyone else if he’s around people he’s comfortable with. Flirting will go right over his head, he doesn’t understand the subject and will often stare the flirt down till he understands what just happened. Marcus is extremely protective of those he grows close with and will protect them with tooth and nail or fists and fighting. He has a savage temper that can rear it’s ugly head even if he’s not overly provoked or even annoyed. Etas are that main target of his aggression if he doesn’t have an enemy too mangle or maim. Though the right person may make him calm down…
Family Relationships
Molly Corteze | Twin Sister | Tibetan Mastiff x Irish Wolf Hound | Open
London Corteze | Twin Sister | Tibetan Mastiff x Irish Wolf Hound | Open
Jessie Corteze | Mother | Tibetan Mastiff | Unknown
Jack Corteze | Father | Irish Wolf Hound x Tibetan Mastiff | Deceased
Friend/Enemy Relationships
Bishop | Respects
Crush/Mate
No one currently. Pm me too ask.
History
Marcus, Molly, and London were born as triplets to a proud mother and father. But one look at Marcus and they knew something was different, his eyes didn’t match the amber-brown of his sisters but instead were a blue so dark it could have been the night sky. Jack Corteze has been a part of Abelard’s cult and decided that his son was marked by Hati to join as well. He groomed the rebellious pup from a young age too worship the Moon Wolf. But upon hearing that Abelard decided that they should worship him instead, Jack fled only too be hunted down and killed. Jessie, devastated, had hidden her pups away and Marcus became highly protective of his sisters. His growing size made him rather dangerous and his attitude made fighting a consistent thing with other dogs. It wasn’t till he was a teen that he rejoined the cult, his eyes light enough that it gave the pitch black dog an eerie look. He earned his place as an executioner under the General Bakar but still took care of his sisters and mother until one day Jessie just disappeared. After that, he kept his smaller siblings closer and would attack any dog that was a threat to his family. Or any dog that made flirty, suggestive comments towards either sister. Marcus followed Bakar with his sisters when the new Ice Age had hit.
Other
I’ve had him forever and I never thought too use him on Lioden….Gonna have too start using my child more.
Theme Song
Bad Guy by 3!OH3
(Cursing Warning)

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Name
Paris Monique Cavalar
Age
25 years
Gender
Female
Breed
Italian Greyhound
Orientation
Pansexual + Panromantic
Pack
Skoll
Rank
Healer
Appearance
Canine;
Paris is a small dog, only 13 inches at the shoulders and weighs only 11 lbs in total. Her fur is short, almost nonexistent making it so the cold hits her very hard. Her pelt is almost solid white besides the black heart marking on her left haunch and the black patch over her right eye. She has a delicate, angular, soft build with thin fragile legs and small paws. Her body is rather thin and her face is thin with rounded grey-green eyes with flecks of blue. Paris is not a fighter in this form, she’s too small too be. She lacks any scars and a tail giving her a rather odd look about her. Her ears are semi-pricked and flop over at the tips, tilting inwards charmingly.
Human;
Pale as a lily without any scars, her hair goes too her waist and is pulled into a messy, curly braid that hang over her shoulder. She is rather small in this form as well, 5’2, and has a bit of chub since she weighs 152 lbs in total. Her eyes in this form are the grey-green of a spring storm that gets lighter around the pupil. Unless by a fire, she tends too consistently be shivering as if she can’t get warm and will avoid the outside world at all costs due to this. In this form she is more rounded rather than angular with wide eyes, a heart shaped face, and an upturned nose. She tends to wear very heavy clothing too keep warm as well. Her hair isn’t black, but a dark brown streaked through with light brown and black and is very curly and wavy when not put into a braid giving her a wild child look. She has a birthmark on her right shoulder in the shape of a near perfect heart that matches the one on her canine form.
Personality
Paris is charming, sweet, and very soft spoken. She doesn’t get loud unless pushed, bullied, or the pups are threatened. She is very motherly and will mother the hunters and warriors to death if they let her. She has an air about her that makes most want to either protect her or leave her alone, and an extensive knowledge of healing and the herbs, medicines and devices used from her old job as a nursing student. She doesn’t like help, at all. Trying to do so will get you scolded, you’re hand smacked, and being sent away. Paris isn’t loud, harsh, or a bully but she is very independent and doesn’t enjoy being doted on like a small child or being called small. She loves everyone but can feel isolated at times and will remove herself from the company of others if she feels she’s being a bother to anyone. Flirting and the like will easily fluster her and may either be ignored or returned depending on the person who does it.
Family Relationships
Catalina Cavalar |Mother|Italian Greyhound |Deceased |
Unknown | Father | Italian Greyhound | Unknown |
Friend/Enemy Relationships
Open too both.
Crush/Mate
No one currently, Open though.
History
She was born to a single mother. She grew up in a tough, violent neighborhood, and went through schooling being bullied or attacked for her soft spoken attitude. After her mother passed she became a nursing student and traveled north before the blizzard with what is now the Skoll pack. She absolutely hates talking about her past and will avoid it at all costs possible.
Other
N/A
Theme Song
Ruth B. – Lost Boy

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Name
Harley Monroe
Age
23 years
Gender
Female
Breed
German Shepherd [25%] x Siberian Husky [50%] x Akita Inu [25%]
Orientation
Bisexual + Biromantic
Pack
Hati
Rank
Epsilon
Appearance
Canine;
Sleek, liquid, easy grace with a sharp angular appearance and a slight build that seems much more delicate than others. Her fur isn't long but it's extremely thick and good for cold weather. It's a total black color that is matte, lack shine of glossiness and gives her the appearance of a shadow. Her eyes are mismatched, the right being a gorgeous whiskey brown and the left a light jade green that seems too bright. She stands at 23 inches and weighs 51 lbs in total. Hidden under her thick coat is a mess of scars going across her sides and legs and even her chest. She has a lot of lean runner muscle and her legs have the power too back up her crushing bite force. Her shoulders and haunches are slim while her face is slightly rounded and her eyes are almond shaped. She has a set of wide ears and a fluffy, curling tail.

Human;
Her hair is a sheet of matte black, wavy mess that is kept shoulder length, in two pigtails when not out and about, or in a braid. Her skin is white, showing her German-Romanian heritage plainly. Her face has a softer shape and her eyes are wide and keep their mismatched color. She is slighter in build but it doesn't hinder her fighting in the slightest. In fact it makes her much faster, more agile, and gives her more stamina. She has silvery pale scars that travel from her hands up too her shoulders, there are a good deal on her chest, and her sides. She stands 5'5 and weighs only 134 lbs in total.
Personality
Harley is a flirt too both men and women, a joker, and in some cases; a very vicious hunter and fighter. She doesn't think highly of herself, as a matter of fact she doesn't like herself at all and is very insecure. She won't say it aloud though and hides it under false confidence and a flirty, firey demeanor. She can be a hold head and will put her foot down if she needs too. It's hard too get her too like you due too her past. In a fight though, she is dangerous, moving quick and striking hard where she knows it'll hurt. Her temper rarely gets the better of her inside of a fight, and she's not above goading others into a rage as a way too make them mess up. She adores the etas and pups, babying them and hanging around them when she's not hunting or sparring. Or reading medical books.
Family Relationships

None that she cares for or cares too know.

Friend/Enemy Relationships

Bishop | Thinks of him as a dad almost |
Vincent | Unsure |
Marcus | Acts like he's an older brother |
Evangeline | TBA |

Crush/Mate
No one currently.
History
Once upon a time, there was a little girl born too a beauty queen of a mother and a workaholic father. That girl was named Harley Monroe, the last name chosen by her mother in hopes she'd grow up too be as beautiful as her mother. But she would never live up too the gorgeous women's standards...She rarely saw her father and one day he just stopped coming home. Her mother, no longer able to live the socialite life style without money, turned too using drugs too ease her pain. That left poor little Harley alone. Her mother was cruel under the influence, blaming her and her disgraceful looks, her black not blonde hair, her terrible eyes for their losses. Life was hard from the start, Harley struggled too even love herself truly let alone the monster she called a mother. She packed her bags and ran away from home. It only got tougher on the streets, fighting, struggling, and surviving became a day too day thing till she met the cult. Harley was hesitant too join, staying on the outskirts and acting violent towards those she didn't know. But that shell broke the closer she became too some, her joking, flirty, and sweet side showing through. When the Ice Age hit and they all went north she knew how too handle herself among the others and has promised herself too never be that weak again like she was when she was younger.
Other
*quietly pets my new child character*
Theme Song
Porcelain Black - Pretty Little Psycho

"My hands are covered in the blood of the unworthy and yet by their blood I am damned. A life is a life in the eyes of God and I will burn for this sin. It is a burden I am willing to bare."

True Name
Bakar Abandonato.

Nickname
Bishop.

Age
45 years old.

Gender
Male.

Pack
Hati.

Rank
Alpha.

Breed
Alano Español x Newfoundland.

Orientation
Homosexual - Homoromantic.

Human Appearance
Bakar is a large and intimidating fellow to say the least, standing a massive grand total of 6'5" and weighing over 250 pounds. His hair is jet black and short, made up of waves and usually kept combed back. His eyes are deep set and a rather striking shade of pale green without a hint of any other color, standing out against his otherwise dark looks. Bakar has medium brown skin with warm olive undertones. Stubble is something he always seems to have no matter how often he shaves, but he rarely lets it grow out into a full beard. His build is stocky and powerful, made up of solid muscle. His facial features are chiseled and he has a slightly squarish jawline. People often assume him younger than he truly is as Bakar has aged well. Despite his over-sized appearance he still manages to come across as elegant and refined. He is more or less covered from head to toe in scars with the most prominent being on his face, throat and back. I am not great at describing humans forgive me.

Canine Appearance
As a dog Bakar is just as gigantic and imposing as in his human form, towering over most. He has a thick, slightly wavy pitch black coat. The oily, dense undercoat making his fur water repellent. He clearly gained most of his appearance from his Newfoundland mother. He has a broad head with a slightly arched crown and a wide muzzle. His paws are webbed and large with dark claws that are purposefully kept sharper than would be normal. Bakar has high cropped ears and a thin tail with longer, wispier looking hair than that on the rest of his body. His eyes remain the same color. Apparently I'm not good at describing dogs anymore either.

Personality
Grim and melancholy. Generally a quiet leader who keeps to himself when left unoccupied. He watches over his pack with keen eyes and strong silence, allowing his Beta to do most of the organizing. Conversations don't tend to last long with him unless he is especially invested in either the discussion at hand or the speaker. Surprisingly, he is a rather eloquent narrator when motivated, someone who can easily put his listeners at ease, strike fear into their hearts or incite them to violence.

Once upon a time he was an avid enthusiast of classical music, art and literature. The new Ice Age has put a bit of a damper on some of his more harmless hobbies. In the rare moments he's feeling talkative he often proves philosophical and nostalgic, prone to rambling on and on about how younger generations never appreciated the finer things in life until they were gone. His sense of humor, what little he has, tends to be so dry his packmates are unable to tell if and when he's actually joking.

Formally the embodiment of pack loyalty, the betrayal of his former leader has left him jaded and mistrustful, though he remains dedicated to their initial ideals regardless. Despite the ruthless way he conducts himself Bakar is not unaware of his own cruelty and his conscience isn't without a considerable deal of guilt. Regardless, he doesn't know what it is to be anything more than a monster and in this eternal winter it truly is survival of the fittest. Any who make the mistake of defying him have brought a bloody fate upon themselves. You see Bakar doesn't make threats. Only promises, and he always follows through with his promises.

Brutal background aside, he does not treat his own packmates unkindly for the most part even as he still upholds the previous Alpha's rules, resistant to change. His punishments are generally fair unless a dog does something to label themselves a traitor in which case he'll end them with his own teeth. He is unselfish with the pack, often eating last though it is his right as alpha to eat first before any other adult dog. He isn't above showing mercy to outsiders so long as they meet his standards and has taken in some fairly needy strays in the past.

Once an undeniably religious man, he earned the nickname Bishop for his habit of reciting biblical scripture to his victims before finishing them off. A fine example of corrupt religion, he's since taken his faith into question and realized all life is precious in the eyes of God and he has truly damned himself by spilling the blood of others. Despite his suppressed fear of burning eternally in the fiery pits of hell, he continues to carry on Abelard's legacy.

Family Relationships
None. He never knew his father and prefers not to remember his weak-willed mother. Might be up for a half-brother or sister.

Friend Relationships
None yet. Bakar doesn't really do the whole friendship thing. Devoted followers? Yes. Mortal enemies? Sure. Friends? What are those?

Crush/Mate
None yet. Nearly all of his personal relationships involved other males who were much smaller and slimmer in comparison. Whether this was just how things worked out or personal preference is unclear.

Views
Khriston | He has a certain amount of respect for any leader, but considers Khris young and overly optimistic for the most part. His charismatic nature is charming, but Bakar is not fooled.

Vincent | Conflicted. Something about this dude is very...intriguing to say the least.

Marcus | Finds him a bit crass and his tendencies to savage Etas are worrying, but Bakar doesn't expect much else from his dogs. He's been a decent Beta so far and appears to support his leadership, though Bakar wonders privately if Marcus would be so keen to follow him if he knew about his conflicting thoughts on the pack's ideals.

Harley | He has no blood related children, but Bakar tends to view his younger packmates as kin he needs to watch over/protect. Harley is no different and perhaps one of his more favored children. This favoritism is fairly obvious as she'll get away with more than most dogs and he seems especially quick to comfort her when she's been hurt or appears upset.

History
Bakar's childhood was a constant cycle of neglect and abuse. His father ditched the small family when he was barely two years old and his mother was very soft-spoken. Timid and submissive in nature, she was easily taken advantage of by others. She often ignored her son, unable to deal with caring for him on her own, and jumped from relationship to relationship as a result. Some of the men she became involved with were decent. Many more were not.

Upon reaching his fifteenth birthday he joined a cult, being lured in by one of his mother's 'nicer' boyfriends, a Belgian Malinois shifter named Abelard. The quickly growing cult soon after became a full blown pack who named themselves after the Norse myth Hati, said to be a black wolf who chases the moon across the sky. The pack started out worshiping wolves in the beginning and slowly evolved into something more sinister. Abelard, as leader of the group, had a moment of 'enlightenment' in which he discovered it was not wolves that should be worshiped, but himself.

He had a solid black coat. Unblemished by any other color. This, he determined, was the ideal form for all dogs to strive for. Non-black dogs were chased from the pack. The Hati Pack continued to grow until it was so large it had to be split into sub-groups, each ruled by a separate general. Being a trusted follower from the beginning, Bakar was left in charge of his own sub-group which served as a very specific faction for the Pack as a whole. The executioners.

If a dog betrayed the pack in any way it was these dogs that were sent after them. Abelard's madness only grew as he aged, often claiming he was a prophet form God. Dogs often tried to run. Bakar always tracked them down and put an end to their treachery. His loyalty knew no bounds. Abelard had poisoned him from a young age with his 'wisdom'. The Malinois was the only father he had ever known. How could he not obey?

Things changed when Abelard abandoned the pack and committed the forbidden. He took a non-black mate and had non-black pups. When confronted his simple response was that he was tired and wanted to spend the rest of his days in peace. What brought on this sudden change of heart is unclear, but Abelard's most devoted follower quickly became his worst enemy. Bakar had promised long ago in the presence of every dog he knew he would punish any who would dare desecrate their values. He always keeps his promises.

With Abelard dead at Bakar's jaws, he was accepted as the new pack alpha. It was not a role he wanted to take. He let the old dog's mate and pups live, but sent them far away and is unaware if they perished in the new Ice Age or not. His trust shattered into a million pieces, he became skeptical of all dogs. The pack became smaller as some were killed and others left. Bakar didn't chase them. The days of hunting deserters to the deaths were over. He would let the wilderness take care of them.

When the Ice Age finally arrived Bakar holed the pack away in buildings just as the Skoll pack had. Upon stepping paw outside they found they weren't alone in the city.

Theme Song
Paradise Lost - Hollywood Undead.

Warning; song contains cursing.

Other
He's a total dad.

Both his first and last name are Spanish with the literal translations being alone and forsaken.

Despite the impression the above might give, Bakar has begun to take into question anything Abelard ever taught him. He upholds his rules out of need for consistence and stability, but currently he could really care less about upholding the "black dogs only club" for the sake of surviving in a changed world. In other words, he's up for alliances with non-black dogs even if he won't allow them to directly join the pack and he'll likely try to 'politely' compromise with the Skoll dogs before outright attempting to murder them. Have no doubt he'll have no problem resorting to that if their leader proves difficult though. Bakar and Khriston are going to be great friends clearly.

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Name
Phineas Phoenix.

Age
21 years old.

Gender
Male.

Pack
Skoll.

Rank
Healer.

Breed
Silken Windhound.

Orientation
Pansexual - Panromantic,

Human Appearance
Phineas is a bit shorter and slimmer than a man his age would be on average (by US standards at least) being only 5'6" and weighing a measly 129 pounds. He is not all skin and bone however, managing to retain some lean muscle. His eyes are a bright sapphire blue while his hair is short, only slightly wavy and ginger in color. His facial features are mildly sharp and he’s generally what might be considered a ‘pretty boy’. Phineas has fair skin with noticeable freckling and tends to burn easily when left out in the sun for too long. Not much of a problem anymore.

Canine Appearance
Image | Source & Proof

As in his human form Phineas is rather small for his breed, standing under 18 inches at the withers and weighing less than 50 pounds. He has an elegant, lithe body type with a narrow head, long face and a wavy, silky coat. His fur is a rich reddish brown color with distinctive darker brindling and white markings on the face and chest paired with sapphire blue eyes.

Personality
While Phineas can come across as haughty and self-entitled to those who don't know him well it’s generally unintentional on his part....most of the time. He does tend to run on the sarcastic side and can range anywhere from being very straightforward to horribly passive-aggressive around people he dislikes, usually dependent on who he's speaking with. Pair that with the fact he has a habit of subtly teasing others and this doesn't often endear him to many people. It is never his intention to be cruel, but for those who don't understand his sense of humor it's easy to become offended by his insults.

That aside, he’s an amiable fellow who means well and can be quite friendly when in good company. Phineas is very compassionate, protective and empathetic which often leads to him being reckless if someone else is in danger. He won't hesitate to put his own life in danger if it means keeping a packmate safe and will defend his patients with everything he's got. Phineas might not be the biggest or strongest dog around, but he can be viciously tenacious when necessary.

Family Relationships
He has an older brother and sister he hasn't seen since they split up before the ice age. He assumes they probably perished in the blizzard since they insisted on joining the humans on their journey to Mexico.

Friend Relationships
Andrew | Their relationship is the kind you'd initially mistake for them being super gay for each other. True friendship folks.

Crush/Mate
None yet.

Views
Khriston | Likes him well enough, but hasn't formed much of an opinion yet. The fact that his newfound friend Andrew is in love with the guy hasn't gone unnoticed and he's determined to play matchmaker.

Paris | Likes her well enough, though he wishes she weren't so resistant to help. He's as stubborn as they come so that usually leads to them clashing every now and then. She'll tell him to leave her be. He'll stay out of spite.

Vincent | What a weirdo.... Wanna have a dance off?

Marcus | 100% Would fight and probably die.

History
Phineas grew up in a wealthy family and most of his life was spent in luxury. His parents were the presidents of a coalition of weredogs, all whom transformered into sighthounds, who lived among people as equals. They felt it was important to embrace both their human and canine forms, but of course never changed in the presence of non-shifters. When news of the blizzard arrived his parents and siblings decided to leave with their human neighbors to Mexico, believing they could protect them. Phineas joined them despite his insistence they should actually head North.

As he feared things ended in disaster. The Ice Age took hold before they even made it to their destination and Phineas was cut off from his family. He survived by taking refuge in a lighthouse. It's still probably a miracle he made it through the month long storm and he was more than half-starved by the time it ended. After venturing out he was found by a small group of wolves who took pity on him and fed him. He traveled with the wolves for a time before heading north as he originally planned. Upon discovering the Skoll pack he decided to stay with them in the city.

Theme Song
The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy.

Other
The Silken Windhound is an adaptable breed, their coats keeping them warm in winter yet not overheating them during the hotter months of the year. Phineas had previous medical training before the new Ice Age, albeit somewhat brief, and it made sense to him to join the Skoll dogs as a healer. His pelt does allow him to spend more time outdoors than the other medics however, so he's been known to join in on hunting patrols when not occupied.

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Name
Mei Liu.

Age
30 years old.

Gender
Female.

Pack
Skoll.

Rank
Warrior.

Breed
Chow Chow.

Orientation
Asexual - Homoromantic.

Human Appearance
Mei is fairly average as far as height goes, standing at about 5'8" and weighing a little over 160 pounds. She has shoulder length, straight black hair that holds a slight bluish tint and is most often tied back in a ponytail so it is more easily manageable. Her eyes are large and prominent with a distinct curve to them, dark brown with flecks of gold throughout the iris. Mei has light skin with cool bronze undertones and tans easily. Her body type is lean and muscular. Dainty is definitely not a word that could be used to describe her. Her face is shaped like a diamond and nose is somewhat crooked after a break that never healed properly.

Canine Appearance
Image | Source

A moderately sized Chow at 20 inches and weighing 60 pounds. She has a thick blue-gray coat that becomes especially fluffy around the face and neck and form a sort of ruff. While stocky in frame, her fur tends to make her look a bit larger than she is in reality. She has the famous blue-black tongue her breed is known for as well as the nearly straight hind legs that give her a characteristically stilted gait. Her head and muzzle are broad with a flat skull and small rounded ears. The tail is tightly curled and carries over the back.

Personality
Gruff and somber. Mei has never been the most sociable person and often performs her duties with cold efficiency. Regardless of her more aloof tendencies, she is devoted to the pack as a whole and is undeniably loyal to Khriston personally. He is perhaps the first person she's met who's proven to be worth following. Quiet and independent, she doesn't often seek out companionship, but is not entirely against it either, understanding that living in a pack means working with other dogs. Part of her hopes she'll grow from the experience of living among others. Mei is definitely a bite first, ask questions later sort of girl however and will become very aggressive when faced with a trespasser or strangers.

Family Relationships
None.

Friend Relationships
None yet.

Crush/Mate
Hmm...

Views
Khriston | Super loyal. She respects him and admires his ability to successfully lead an entire pack even at such a young age.

Paris | When she isn't busy on patrol she'll hang around with the Healers and share her fluff with the shorter furred dogs to help them warm up. Ok...maybe just this one in particular.

Andrew | Who?

Marcus | 100% would fight and might do ok.

History
Mei was raised among humans who knew what she was and chose to use that to their advantage. Born from a long line of Chow shifters used for guard work throughout China, Taiwan and Hong Kong. She was forced to remain in her dog form for the majority of her life and was not treated well by her 'owners'. One day she finally had enough and escaped the property, never looking back. Her family would be disgraced by her abandonment so she didn't bother trying to contact them after that. Making a life for herself as a person was difficult after spending most of it as a dog. Though she was paid the catch was she never got to use it because she was always busy working. She made sure to take her fair share of cash with her before leaving and eventually made her way to the States where she learned English and took a job in security work. When she caught word of the blizzard she headed North, eventually meeting up with Khris and his pack.

Theme Song
Breath of Life - Florence and the Machine.

Other
She speaks English fluently, but still holds a mild accent she'll probably never lose.

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Name
Evangeline Clarke.

Nickname
Eva.

Age
18 years old.

Gender
Female.

Pack
Hati.

Rank
Gamma.

Breed
Longhaired Whippet.

Orientation
Heterosexual - Heteroromantic.

Human Appearance
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She's quite short to say the least, no taller than 5'4" and weighing less than 100 pounds. She has long black hair that flows just past her shoulders and is well-kept no matter the circumstances. Her clothing style before the new Ice Age was a mix of Goth and Steampunk, but she's honestly just glad to have anything that will keep her warm nowadays. She has stunning light blue eyes and pale skin.

Canine Appearance
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Small and slim with a silky, medium length pitch black coat. She is 17 inches tall and weighs only 25 pounds in this form. The Longhaired Whippet is a dog built for speed and she has a very graceful, athletic build as a result. Longer, wispy looking fur lines the ears and tail. Her head and muzzle are narrow and she has long legs that end in delicate paws. Despite her overall fragile appearance she isn't afraid to get dirty or play rough.

Personality
She greatly admired Abelard and now Bakar, agreeing with their views completely. She was born into the ideal after all, with a gorgeous black coat unblemished by any other color. She can be rather mean-spirited and cruel in nature despite her seemingly innocent appearance. Respecting and obeying the higher ups and always eager to tend to the other privileged dogs while frequently taking to mocking and terrorizing the Etas in her free time. She doesn't hesitate to kill or maim enemies, considering most people less than superior to her and the other Hati dogs.

Family Relationships
Open for family members.

Friend Relationships
Harley | Considers her a friend, but is often jealous she gets so much attention from the higher ups.

Crush/Mate
She tends to view dogs (within her own pack at least) in high positions rather favorably.

Views
Khriston | Ew gross.

Paris | If they ever met in person she would probably belittle and taunt her for her small size even though she's not exactly large herself.

Marcus | Finds him super attractive and is really disappointed he's gay. She's still prone to trying to pal around with him.

Vincent | Doesn't like that this guy keeps hanging around. He doesn't have black hair. Why isn't he dead yet?

History
Evangeline was born and raised in the pack. She knows nothing, but what she was taught here. Her life has been quite simple. Both of her parents were Gammas, born with what's known as a purebred mentality, refusing to mate with anyone outside their breed. For awhile her mother was out of luck until her father joined up and was thankfully solid black just like her. Evangeline doesn't quite share her parents views, being more attracted to power than purity of blood.

Theme Song
Live Like Legends - Ruelle.

Other
Despite not being the most properly equipped for harsh winter weather her hunting skills helped her just narrowly escape becoming an Eta. She has made herself sweaters and booties to wear in dog form when outside.

Name
Vincent Kingsman

“Vinny” “Vince” “Kingsman” “Dude with the amazing hair” “The dood that looks like a lady from behind.”

Age
“Age? Age doesn’t matter, you callin’ me old? Fight me. I’ll knock you out faster than blue cheese! Oh man, I would kill for some cheese.”

Gender
Male - although he was rather fine with wearing dresses to get people to go on dates with him.

Breed
Siberian Husky [30%] x Whippet [30%] x Border Collie [25%] x Golden Retriever [15%]

He’s basically just an average mutt.

Orientation
“Why do I need a label? It’s not like I can go bad…. hehe.”

Appearance
Canine
Standing at 22 inches at his shoulder and weighs at most 45 pounds. His fur is thick, dense, soft, and the fur on his ears is the only thing that gives a slight hint of his golden retriever ancestry because it ends in short, thick curls. The only other thing that says his GR ancestors is also the fact his fur is very water repellant. His eyes are a chilling blue color and his fur is white with a light golden hint to it giving him a golden ghostly color. With his mostly Siberian Husky heritage he resembles them the most and if looking at him from a distance one might just assume him a full blood husky. His whippet blood makes it rather easy for him to turn and dart quickly away - and if Vincents fur was all shaved off the fact he does have so much whippet in him will rear its head as without all his fur Vinny looks eerily build like one. Lean hard muscles build for speed and stamina.

Human
Built rather similar to his canine form, Vincent is lean with taunt dancing and volleyball proned muscles. He stands at 5’7 feet and weighs a rather light 148 pounds. His skin is a ghostly white color from years spent in colder weather, and lacks any blemishes, scars, or freckles. The only thing marring his skin is the thing he put there himself, a tattoo of a tribal black eagle is painted across his right hip sitting right on the waistband of his pants. It stretches from the jut of his hip bone across to just behind his right side, dipping down not even low enough to be covered by any boxers he may wear. His other tattoo is on the inside of his left forearm and is of a rattlesnake weaving through and around a human skull with a rather detailed rose filling up a blank space. It's not very large, yet not small and is rather inconspicuous considering it’s fading and was made in tribal art style. His ears are pierced but all he wears in them are small silver hoops that run right against the skin. Vincent’s face is delicately build with a small feminine nose, large eyes, and sharp, shapely eyebrows. His lips are full and are a light pink color, giving him and even more delicate appearance. Vinny doesn’t plan to inform anyone of his age - age is just a number after all, it only matters how you feel inside - but considering it’s almost as if he hasn’t aged since his high school graduation for the exception of the very light crow’s feet in the corners of his eyes caused by smiling. Dimples dot his cheeks when he’s smiling for real. He can be seen typically wearing a red trench coat with black buttons, collar, and other details. He typically wears a pair of well fitted black jeans and a pair of black mid-calf combat boots.

Personality
Energetic, spontaneous, and stubborn. Vinny is almost always bouncing off the walls with boundless amounts of energy, he can’t seem to sit still and will always be moving one part of his body. He seems to make it his life's goal to shock people in a variety of things, typically with reacting a way they weren’t expecting him to. This blonde is probably as stubborn as a mule and won’t give up long past the point any rational being would have.

Vinny has a rather tactical mind and easily reads body language from his time before the blizzard, meaning he may know exactly what you are going to do or say before you even do. This makes him a excellent scrappy fighter, although from his unblemished porcelain skin you wouldn’t think the weredog would even know the definition of fighting. Well he does, and with the way his body seems to move in an almost elegant, clean, smooth way it’s almost as hypnotizing as his dancing. Has Vinny mentioned he took dance classes? And played Volleyball. He was a very active child.

With a background of mixed colors and feelings, Vinny has grown from an seemingly invisible emotional wreck child to a rather well rounded adult - one may even say that he was among the first, if not the first, to accept that the blizzard was going to change everything about their lives...and Vinny accepted it with a brave grin and a jump in his step - after a brief collapse in his normal behavior of him freaking out about no longer being able to have a steady supply of hair gel. Guess he’ll just make the last five bottles he stashed in his belongs last until he can figure out how to make more. Now, figuring out how to make food first or hair gel? He will be constantly asking himself and others this question at an obnoxious rate.

To say Vincent is easily swayed by pretty words would be a blatant lie - he knows better after all, his older brother made sure of that - it would take an exhaustive amount of time to get this weredog to trust someone, and if you so happen to somehow destroy any trust you may have built in him then it is nearly impossible for you to do so again. If you do so manage to stay on his trusting side, you have earned yourself someone that will support you till the end and quite possibly someone that will tell you horrible puns and cheesy pick up lines.

Of course, all of this still doesn’t make up for the fact he basically curses likes a sailor.

Family Relationships
Once he graduated high school Vinny never spoke to his family again.

Friend Relationships
Vinny doesn’t have friends :(

Views

Bakar | “Your hand looks heavy, here let me hold it.” <-- one of the awkward attempts he will make at pickup lines.

Marcus | On the rare occasion the two are in seeing distance of each other Vincent will be hiding being Bakar O-o

Khriston | "Soooooo, how many people are in love with you?" Vincent see's him as a typical 'good boy.' Sure, he respects him as a leader...

Phineas Phoenix | Vincent wants to adopt him, can he? If not can Vincent teach him how to dance? He looks like he could be a dancer. He has the face.

Crush/Mate
“You know what's hot? Hot fudge. Mhm, that would be so gooood.”

History
Man Vincent grew up with tons of brothers, to the point I’m to lazy to name them all. Lets just say he had four older brothers, two younger brothers, and one younger sister. His parents were very busy - with each other not their eight kids. Anyway, he grew up in a household where they were completely forbidden to even speak on the subject of their shifted forms - his parents even went as far as to keep their children away from other shifters, and instead sent the lively bunch to various boarding schools teaching the kids to be great mindless servants of society. Of course, Vincent had always been a little different than his other siblings - what with the whole getting expelled from every private boarding school in Washington State, multiple across Canada, and quite a few in Alaska before he was even 8. Finally giving up on Vincent and allowing him to stay in their mansion taking home school until he reached the appropriate age of 11 on the condition he take dance class, fencing, and boxing classes as well. Of which he did, finding a burning passion of flame for dancing - something his mother seemed very keen on helping him excel even convincing his father to drop fencing and boxing as that would cause Vincent to gain too much bulk for the lean dancing muscles. Of course, Vincent’s father still wanted his son to do something so he introduced the young boy to the sport of Volleyball - and after promising his mother that of course his tap, ballet, swing, formal, and entrepreneur dance classes came before that of volleyball has Vincent found yet another activity he enjoyed immensely.

By the time Vincent was fourteen his parents had shipped him off to another private boarding school - this time to a place the young male wouldn’t get so distracted in, a school that focused on dance. Finding himself to still be full of energy even after school let out, Vincent did the only thing any normal high energy boy would do. Er, kinda. He made a volleyball club. And despite the brutal teasing of his brothers at home, Vincent easily balanced both of his passions. Good things don’t seem to last for Vincent though, and by the time he was graduating he was being forced to move back to his parents place so they could instill the ways of their family on him. Being as hardheaded as he was, Vincent never truly did give in to their ideals - but he did enjoy the house they bought him up north ; which is where he spent most of his time.

The moment the storm had been broadcasted out, Vincent received a call from his parents informing him that them and his siblings were headed to Mexico and he was free to join them as soon as possible. And yet Vincent never did follow them, and instead watched everyone from the city he knew - and those he didn’t know - move out and also head south… but in Vinny’s bones he knew his place was here. In this city despite the fact it was basically deserted now. Getting to work, he used his rather wide skill set to break into buildings and take what he needed before the storm hit.

Other
<3 Loner


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Name
Andrew “Andy” Kirkland

Age
22 years old

Gender
Male

Breed
Bernese Mountain Dog [100%]

Orientation
Pansexual + Demiromantic

Pack
Skoll Pack

Rank
I doubt he’d be secondary - he’s too easily forgotten. So let's just go with warrior ^^”

Appearance
Canine
Standing at exactly two feet at the shoulder and weighs at eighty pounds even. His fur is a thick black, white, and brown - with dark smokey orangish-amber eyes that almost appear to have red flecks in certain lighting.. He lacks any noticeable things about his dog form other than his breed's standard. Andy’s just an average guy, er… dog.

Human
Standing at an average of 5’9 and at the weight of 175 pounds he lands right at ‘average.’ A word that has followed him around for ever. He has dark chestnut brown hair - one shade darker and it'd be black, although when wet it is black - that is short in the back and longer that swoops to the right side in an adorable wave of bangs that show his naturally wavy hair from the slight curl at the end of his bangs. He has wide set shoulders, prominent collar bone, with an equal amount of leg length as abdomen length. Andrew enjoys wearing baggy cargo pants, a thick dark blue hoodie with old worn letters that are ineligible now, he also wears sleek black high tops. His eyes are his most shocking thing as they are the same color as his dog form - a dark smokey orangish - amber color with a reddish hue that seems to shock people when they realize he’s there. His well loved baggy hoodie and baggy pants hide a rather well built male, with well defined abs that might just border on ‘chiseled.’ He also is capable of easily lifting things up to 200 pounds. His face would simple be described as ‘average’ from his pale skin that has a slight tanned hint. As a child he had freckles all across his chest, back, shoulders, face, and arms but they all seemed to have faded as he aged. If someone pointed out a shiny object sitting in his mouth he’ll just shrug in response - not his fault that they didn’t put two and two together of his tongue piercing.

Personality
average
Nothing better suits Andrew than this word, he’s the typical guy everyone meets and forgets about when something good happens. Went out to a concert of Andrew’s favorite band and asked another friend to go with you rather than Andrew? That’s ok, Andrew forgives you - hopefully you had fun! Went to a carnival with all of your shared friends, but forgot to send a text to Andrew? That’s ok! Andrew was happy to spend the night watching netflix! Going out with someone Andrew likes? So long as you’re happy! Andy is simply average.

forgettable
Andrew is forgettable. He’s the type of person you talk to one day and forget exists the next - the type you so calmly walk by and never actually see. As a child he had been a bit sensitive to his nonexistent aura but as he grew he basically gave up on trying to get people to notice him. Maybe it’s better to be invisible?

He’s a friendly guy, with a nice smile but still can’t seem to make a lot of friends. Andy’s also a bit insecure about himself - a reason why he always wears baggy clothes. He’s a completely laid back with an almost non-existent temper, with his only trigger of anger being someone being rude to Khris or mini-Khris - err, Khris’ younger brother Bastion. Andrew’s not a confident guy and is simply just there in the background. He’s the type of person that will hand away his happiness for someone else. Andrew had always been interested in the art of healing - but he knows better than to ask if he could join their ranks he’s thick furred, he has to be outside.

Once Andy knows you remember his name and face he will make an effort to make sure you always remember it - to the point he will befriend you. Once close to him he's quite energetic and will probably always be touching you. Although by that point in the friendship if you say something seriously hurtful (he's capable of rolling it off his shoulders if you're being playful) about him he will take it to heart much quicker than anyone elses words.

Family Relationships
Unknown family

Friend Relationships
Khriston Onze | Other than the fact Andrew has been in love with him for like ever, they are childhood friends.

Phineas Phoenix | The only person Andrew ever told of his long time unrequited love - their relationship is... indescribable.

Views
Paris | She's quite polite, Andrew isn't sure if she remembers his name though.

Mei | Definitely doesn't remember his name.

Vincent | How has he survived alone? Andrew doubts he knows his name... or his face.

Bakar | Why is he so big??

Marcus | Fooor the fiiiirst tiiime in fooooreeevvverrr, Andrew actually gave this guy a look over - ok so he was checking him out, it's been a really long time since he even thought of anyone but Khriston. If only Marcus wasn't so aggressive... and yanno. Remembered his name.

Harley | He doesn't know much about her - other than the fact she's quite flirty. Doubts she remembers him.

Eva | He doesn't know much about her either - at least he knows her name.

(he makes an effort to memorize everyone's names and faces, and any details he can uncover about them.)

Crush/Mate
He’s been in love with Khris since ninth grade of high school, not that Khris knows that of course.

History
Andrew grew up on the streets, his only family being the homeless people that would give him a wide range of smiles ranging from bittersweet to nutty to downright horrible. He would switch from his dog form to human form depending on his goal of the day - typically being in his dog form when attempting to steal things. He was caught one day in his human form by a police officer at the age of eight and forced to live in the town's orphanage. Growing older, it was rather difficult for Andrew to make friends - they would simply forget him. At least that was until he met Khriston - forming a rather quick friendship with the other shifter. When the two admitted to each other that they were shifters in eighth grade they merely just got closer in friendship. That was until Andy realized a year later that his feelings for Khris went much beyond that of friendship - something that utterly terrified him but that still didn’t stop him from spending time with the only friend he had even known. Andrew had attempted to inform Khris of his feelings quite a few times in their senior year - each attempt failing horribly and hurting Andy each time more and more until he finally stopped trying to tell Khris. When the other male said he was going to go north for the storm Andy simply nodded - no words were needed. They both already knew Andy would follow Khris no matter where he went. Even now Andy knows it's just a matter of time before Khris finds someone he likes and forgets about Andrew - but so long as Khris is happy Andrew will happily step aside for him.

Other
Man, I need to stop lol.

I need to sign up!!! Oh my Dog!! D:

Reserving the Hati Pack Beta and a Skoll Pack dog (don't know rank yet)?

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"You know my name, not my story. You know what I've done, not what I've been through. If you were in my paws, you'd fall with the first step."

Name
Jasmine Grace

Age
25 years, 2 months

Gender
Female

Breed
German Shepherd

Orientation
Heterosexual + Heteroromantic

Pack:
Hati

Rank:
Epsilons
[ Still Hunts ]

Appearance
Canine
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Jasmine is a pretty she-dog with pitch black fur and stunning amber eyes. She is 24 inches tall and weighs around 65 pounds, an average sized female. She is strong and muscular, yet her body is agile and quick. Having a ruthless background, many know not to mess with this Lead Warrior, as she is known to not be regretful of her actions and to be strategic in her fighting. She's a powerful female and can fight rather good. Despite her ability in fighting, she has a few scars. One short one on the right side of her neck, one longer one on her left-back leg, and a few more, though all scars she has are covered a bit by fur, not too noticeable.

Human
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Jasmine is a pretty girl with stunning hazel eyes and a small face with a sharp jawline, soft lips, and long, black eyelashes. She has long dark brown (almost black) hair that reaches down to her lower back, almost to her waist. She is 5'3'' with a light weight of around 115 pounds, a shorter female, yet this gives her a skinny, lean, and toned with curves. She may be shorter than most, but she is strong and muscular, yet her body is still agile and quick. She is strategic in her fighting and is a powerful female that can fight very good. Despite her abilities, she has a few scars, most earned from climbing and walking around a lot, scratching herself on things that she didn't expect to be there. One short one on the right side of her neck, one slightly longer one on her left arm, below her elbow, and a few more, though all scars she has are not too noticeable.

Personality
Jasmine is as stubborn as an ox, probably the most stubborn warriors in the pack. There's a zero percent chance the female would ever back down from anything, especially a challenge or fight. Jaz is very outspoken of her ideas and opinions. She's not shy around strangers, and will often command attention when speaking. She's a rebellious wolf, and has little to no qualms about breaking the rules when she knows its needed. Jazzy's ego is easily damaged. She will be the first one to jump with claws out to defend her honor, rather than tossing insults back and forth, but that is just a result of her young age. Despite her more "selfish" nature, she does have a strong sense of loyalty to her pack. A lot of times, if given a reason, she can become aggressive and, also having a rather strong build, hurt whoever she's physically fighting. The weredog is a very passionate female, for one, if you are a canine that has managed to find a place in her heart and earn her love (friends/family/lover), she is passionate and protecting.

[ Very Stubborn - Outspoken (of ideas/opinions/thoughts) - Over Confident - Brave / Courageous - Fiery - Quick to Fight - Loyal - Adventurous - Aggressive - Vicious - Passionate ]

Family Relationships
Cassandra [Mother - Loves / Misses] [Deceased; Old Age]
Thomas [Father - Loves / Misses] [Deceased; Battle]

( Is Open For Siblings - PM Me )

Friend Relationships
Open for Best Friend and Friend(s) - PM Me

Other Relationships

Crush/Mate
No Male.
[OPEN - PM Me]

History

.Other

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Name
Ethan Blake

Age
31 years, 7 months

Gender
Male

Breed
Caucasian Shepherd

Orientation
Heterosexual + Heteroromantic

Pack:
Skoll

Rank:
Secondary (?)

Appearance
Canine
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A handsome brute with black, white, and brown fur (length of fur a bit shorter than the picture as to avoid overheating or a heatstroke) and intimidating dark brown eyes. Standing at a fearsome 37 inches and weighing at a startling 185 pounds of pure muscle and fur (plus other body stuff. lol), Ethan is typically a "beast" among dogs, one of the largest - if not the largest - dogs in the pack, with an immense amount of strength, like his father before him. Ethan is very strong, with rippling muscles like stone to the touch, earned from violent and rather aggressive training (from his father+by himself), and the large quantity of fights he has fought in his lifetime. Due to his size and intimidating figure, Ethan is a dog known to strike fear into others, having a fearsome appearance. This broad-shouldered male has a few scars on his body from the many battles he has fought, including a long one across his left eye from his mortal enemy [OPEN] and three close claw marks on his left back leg, from a loner in a fight. The fighter also has other various scars on his pelt, but none as significant as the ones mentioned before. Despite all the scars Ethan wears, the brute is still an attractive wolf, though at first look he does appear like a fearsome and intimidating brute- his scars, piercing eyes, and large, stocky body all making this so.

Human
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A handsome boy with dark brown hair, a light beard (check pic for ref) and intimidating, yet lovely, green eyes, as well as a sharp jawline, giving him an attractive look. Standing at 6'2'' and weighing at a nice 219 pounds (a good bit of it muscle), Ethan is a tall, muscularly built male. He is very strong, with firm muscles like stone to the touch, earned from his training (from his father+by himself). Having a reputation, the boy is often slightly feared yet adored by most. Many males know he can handle himself in a fight and many girls are attracted to him. As is expected, this broad-shouldered male has a few scars on his body. A short and faint one on his chin, a slightly longer one on his left arm, and many other insignificant ones from his various adventures.

Personality:
Ethan is a very intimidating, fiery, and overall fearless man, which can even be bad at some times, as he will take on any opponent and will rush into a fight, though his strength is helpful. He lacks fear overall. He only fears one thing, losing someone he loves, whether it be romantic, friend-wise, or family-wise. Given his slightly short temper, Ethan is very quick-to-fight and, due to his skill and strength, he can almost always cause damage if he does attack. As mentioned before, the male is very aggressive, likely to attack if he has a reason. He is definitely quick to jump with weapons out if he or someone he cares for is injured, insulted, or threatened, often causing damage. If someone manages to break the stone surrounding his heart, Ethan is one of the most passionate males there is, able to hold those dear to him very close. Even though his rather reserved and cold personality can push away the females, he can be quite charming if he wants to and if he ever does find a girlfriend, he would be very protective and loving.
One thing about Ethan is the cold half of his personality. He had to kill his father when he was an adolescent and that made him almost fully heartless, only small things able to soften him a tad. He doesn't have a big problem when it comes to ending another's life. Overall, if you want some-dog dead, Ethan is the brute to ask.

Family Relationships
Abigail [Mother - Loves / Misses] [Deceased; Ajax]
Hunter [Father - Hates] [Alive; Skoll Pack] [OPEN]

( Is Open for Siblings. Has a backstory with his Father. - PM Me ]

Friend Relationships
Open for Best Friend and Friend(s) - PM Me

Other Relationships

Crush/Mate
No Male.
[OPEN - PM Me]

History

.Other