|Full Name|
Ajax

|Gender|
Male

||Age|
Four Years

||Sexuality|
Bisexual

||Weight|
Eighty Two Pounds

||Height|
Thirty

||Pack|
Loner

Relationships
||Father|
Hex Senior
“You are not mine by blood, this is fine as blood isn’t always pack”

|Mother|
Mai
“I love you no less or more than your siblings. Taking you in is a choice I’ll never regret”

||Siblings|
Justice
“Because my word is law Respect your elders, Kid.”
Hex Junior
“You’ll never be pack to me, no matter what they say!”
Nevaeh
“You’ll come back, right Jax?”

||Crush | Mate|
Open

||Offspring|
None

|Other Relationships|

|Appearance

Ajax is lean and built for swiftness. Under his tri-colored fur are well developed muscles and ‘knowing’ amber eyes. He is an average sized wolf with a roguish look about him. Just looking at him will give you the feel that he just doesn’t care…. About anything; this isn’t true. Its just his stance and face that scream boredom. At second glance you truly understand where the term ‘wolfish smile’ comes from. A smile that is set off by the scar that runs around his muzzle. Its still charming none the less.

|Personality
He is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. All Kind smiles and soft words. You could say he’s docile, but you’d be very wrong. Ajax is an apex predator of the mind. He wont sit back shuffling his paws and let you walk all over him. He is all about the long term plan. It only a matter of time before he hurts what or who you love in retaliation.
But that’s only if you’ve done the same. Jax is very family orientated and he believe that blood has nothing to do with the bonds of pack. This doesn’t stop him from wanting a mate; though its not his first priority. First he wants to find his place in the world. He’s friendly to everyone if not a little skeptical of others. Ajax enjoys late night walks, rain, sweet grass and ripping the ears off bunnies.

|History
The first thing he remembers is the cold. The second the warmth of his mother. His adoptive mother. It was never talked about in detail and Ajax doesn’t mind as he loves his siblings and parents very much. Even Junior; whose not the most happy of wolves. Even in the prosperity and happiness of it all, he felt as if he didn’t belong. There was always something more out there that Ajax wanted. So he set out and is looks for it on his own.
The beginning of the journey wasn’t as well spent as he wanted. He found not all packs were as excepting as his fathers was. He earned his first scar in that year and only now started being able to think of it without wincing. Sometimes he thinks he might just be searching for his origins.
Other

Graylethe

:: Quote ::
"Sometimes it's better to be alone, that way no body can hurt you,"

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Age ::
3 Years | 18 In Human Years

:: Sexuality ::
Demiromantic | Asexual

:: Weight ::
187 Pounds Of Muscle

:: Height ::
3.4 At The Shoulder
5.10 On His Hind Legs

:: Pack ::
N/A

:: Relationships ::
| Accalia |
His late mother, who he misses with all his heart.
"May your walk to the Star Wolves be peaceful and effortless, and one day I will meet you there,"

| Vex |
An evil wolf, who had no tears whilst slaying his own kin.
"I can no longer call you my brother..."

Will be updates as needed

:: Appearance ::
A fairly large wolf with dark grey fur, almost a black silver in the light. His eyes are a steely grey blue, turning an icy cold near his pupil, and always holding a strong hardness to them. He is a little larger than the average grey wolf, weighing a bit more as well, though this is caused by years of pushing himself to be stronger after haven been forced to leave his family at such a young age.

Despite all this, Graylethe could be considered a rather attractive brute, but his striking irises contrasting against his midnight pelt, not to mention his abundance of scars ranging from all sizes and grotesque appearances, can come off as a bit intimidating to some, and this has caused him to be alone for quite some time. Though the male has no issue with it, he can't deny he misses the feeling of a warm body pressed against his own when the nights are cold.

:: Personality ::
| Distant/Gaurded |
Graylethe is not your average wolf, choosing rather to be alone then with a pack. Though he knows it is much safer to be in a group, wether big or small, he can become shy, or even nervous around animals he doesn't know, and this causes him to become guarded and distant, which hasn't helped him gain any companions in his past years.

| Determined/Stubborn |
A determined wolf, Graylethe never backs down from a fight, and has become an excellent warrior throughout his years of harsh training. those he has come to tussle with have described him has never knowing when to quit, or being a stubborn and foolish pup, and he could never help but agree with them, finding these traits of his to be a good thing. Yet he can't deny someday his obsession with always having to get back on his feet could end up being the death of him.

| Confused/Untrustworthy |
Deep down under the scars, size, and murderous gaze, Graylethe is nothing but a young wolf deprived of any affection. Having his mother torn away from him at such a young age, seemed to have really confused his mind, and he fears getting close to anyone else, will only lead to history repeating itself. He has terrible trust issues, unable to trust even his own twin brother, and refuses to let anyone get to close to his heart. Oblivious to the fact that if he goes any longer with no interaction wth another living creature, he could possible lose himself, and his sanity.

:: History ::
Born in a small litter of two, him and his brother Vex were dearly loved. There mother Accalia, a noble she-wolf who even without a mate was strong enough to care for her two pups, never gave up on them, and happily watched them grow into two attractive young males. Though as time went on, Graylethe could feel something was... Wrong. His brother Vex, was different. He would sit alone, laughing and talking to himself, he was quick to anger, and would cause fights with Gralethe for the silliest of things. Worried for his older twin, he one day decided to tell his mother. Only that day, was when he lost everything.

He came to the den, to see Vex standing over the she-wolfs body, blood dripping from his maw, and down his neck, a deranged smile plastered on his face as he stared down at her, no muscle in his body moving. Graylethe left that day, ran far from the den, leaving Vex, and his mother behind. He hasn't seen his twin sense then, and any mention of a black wolf with green eyes as dark as a dying forest has him on edge.

:: Tracker ::
Will be updated as needed

:: Other ::
* His past and and any mentions of his brother can cause him to hyperventilate, and freeze. This being one of his only weaknesses, along with the fear of dark caves.

* He is most likely not to fall in love, unless he becomes extremely close with another wolf. And this is un likely, due to his desire to be alone, and his problem with trusting strangers.

Vex

:: Quote ::
"Some call me insane, but I prefer... Creative,"

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Age ::
3 Years | 18 In Human Years

:: Sexuality ::
Aromantic | Asexual
(Though he is Aromantic, he still has a chance of falling in love)

:: Weight ::
163 Pounds Of Muscle

:: Height ::
2.3 At The Shoulder
5.5 On His Hind Legs

:: Pack ::
N/A

:: Relationships ::
| Accalia |
First victim.
"Don't worry mother, Graylethe will be joining you shortly,"

| Graylethe |
Lost brother.
"Brother, I will see you soon"

Will be updates as needed

:: Appearance ::
An average wolf with dark fur, midnight black even in the brightest light. His eye is a dull green, reminiscence of a dead forest. He is a scarred wolf, with a torn ear, and left side of the face, nearly bald, and in place of the dark fur lies a battlefield of scratches and puckered flesh. Leaving his left eye a milky white from almost being completely torn out.

Vex has been recognized manly due to his distinguishing appearance, and reputation for murder, and on rare occasion canibalism. He is always seen with an eerie smile, large yellow teeth lined in black lips, and pale gums. His green eye is piercing and intimidating, with a small pupil, and the white surrounding the green bloodshot. He is known to show no mercy, killing any who stand in his way, and because of this, the odor of decay, and blood fallow him like a second shadow.

:: Personality ::
| Ruthless/Evil |
Vex has no compassion for the innocence, and will kill them on the spot if standing in his way. Never batting an eye or looking back on those he's caused misery and pain to. He just has no room in his unbeating black heart to care.

| Fearless/Intimidating |
Showing no signs of fear, some are convince this demon wolf has none. He never thinks twice of an animals size or appearance before lunging for the kill. His way of words can come across as calm, causing those to become wary of him, and choosing to stay away. Which he pays no mind to, as long as they don't interfere with his self given missions.

:: History ::
Vex says he was born with his insanity, but the real cause for it was jealousy. He always felt as if his mother loved the blue eyed twin more, and grew furious, but more so heartbroken. He felt left out, and alone, because of this he snapped. Beginning to talk to himself, telling himself jokes, and playing games alone, he soon became his own friend, though this still never blocked out the love and affection his mother Accalia only ever showed his twin brother. No matter how badly he wanted, he could not stop thinking of her death, then maybe Graylethe could finally be his friend? And they could play together? Though he had to do it when his brother was away.

So one day, after convincing himself, he did it. Killed her in her sleep, and watched as the life source slowly drained from his mothers eyes. Though he came to realize... He liked it. Shocked at this discovery, he was frozen over his mother, repeating the way it happened over, and over in his head. Oblivious to his brother standing in the entrance of the den.

:: Tracker ::
Will be updated as needed

:: Other ::
* Maybe later on he will turn normal, or maybe he could fall in love with a she-wolf and she can try to change him. Though I don't know why a she-wolf would return his desires, lol.

* He will not kill another wolf without that character owners permission first.

* If anyone wants their wolf to die, he could be the one to get rid of them sense he is a murderer and he has a reputation to uphold ;)

* Theme song ~ Beekeeper by Keaton Henson