Atka
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:: Quote ::
The darkness whispered in my ear,
"you're not strong enough to withstand the storm".

So I whispered back,
"I am the storm."

:: Age ::
6 Years

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Breed ::
Siberian Husky

:: Height ::
24 Inches

:: Weight ::
57 Pounds

:: Team ::
Snow Sweepers

:: Position ::
Lead

:: Personality ::
Being a lead dog in his team, he's learned that there are no room for mistakes, and takes his job solemnly with intense seriousness. He's grown to become an exceptional navigator, and has a keen sense of direction. As well as always listening for the opinions of his team, and making sure that each dog trusts him enough to lead, he never acts above another sled dog, and makes sure that each know their position is important.

He's a loyal and determined character, and will never back down from defending one of his teammates, expecting the same in return from each of them. He's always offering lessons, and isn't afraid to point out if another is wrong or misguided. This can sometimes lead to arguments as he's stern about making sure the entire team is on the same page, wether this leads to calling someone out or not.

Some may call him aggressive or strict, but he makes sure not to go easy on anyone and is adamant on protecting his team and teaching them the right way to do things. So passionate in fact, that he can sometimes become lost in his own lessons, and will ramble on and on, unaware if his student is even paying any attention. Though he hates repeating himself, he does it countless times anyway, each time all the more furious that he has to in the first place.

He does his best to keep his anger under lock, and is usually heard speaking in a slow and calmly voice, rarely ever breaking character or picking up velocity and sound, when he does do this, most know not to talk back and just let him run out of steam. He's all bark and no bite unless called for, so everyone knows he poses no real threat if angered, and he'd never go as far as hurting is own team. Considering them family in fact, though he fears most might not see him in the same light, and even despise him for his actions.

:: Description ::
A fairly large and heavy dog with well sculpted muscles and long legs, his pelt is as white as the snow the dogs run on, and his eyes as bright. The color of silver with small pupils and a dark outline resembling that of mascara, that and the black tipped ears are the only color that marks his coat. His paws are rough from his days of running over frigid plains, as well as his body after years of pushing against the frozen winds. He is extremely durable, and this helps with his role as lead, as he protects most of his team from any obstacle in their way, in fact his left eye droops from one mistake on his part, as he reared left into an icicle and nearly took out his eye. Of course this didn't happen, and instead it caused the levator muscle to tear, and now prevents him from fully opening his eye.

Though this is not his only blemish, or mistake, beneath his thick coat hides an abundance of scars from another incident where the leather straps holding him in place broke and sent him tumbling into a patch of sharp twigs. This left a few deep gashes on his back and lower right leg, which took a few days to properly heal. Most where shocked to see him running again so soon, but this is why he's a well respected lead as he's determined to always be there for his team, injured or not. This caused no serious damaged as he runs perfectly fine with it, but when he walks you can notice a slight limp in his step.

Aside from his few deformities, he is a healthy and handsome dog, and has a long life of leading his team ahead of him. A proud and formal aura always surrounding him, and with an effortlessly dominating physique and personality, he seems like the right dog for the job.

:: Theme Song ::
Of Monsters And Men - I Of The Storm

:: Other ::
Huskies

Caevole

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:: Quote ::
I follow the moon, because even in the darkest of times,
she will offer others her light.

:: Age ::
5 Years

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Breed ::
Grey Wolf

:: Height ::
34 Inches

:: Weight ::
174 Pounds

:: Team ::
N/A

:: Position ::
Lone Wolf

:: Personality ::
Being a lone wolf, he's gained a few quirks from being on his own, such as having trouble trusting new comers, and loving to travel. In fact he usually can't stay in one place for too long, and can become easily bored. He lets the moon guide him, and finds comfort in its glow, sometimes even caught talking to it, and addressing it as "she" and "her".

He hasn't really explained why he does this to anyone, having never gotten close enough to another creature to discuss it before. Not that he would do so, so eagerly, as he usually ignores any mention of it, or becomes quiet. He's a quiet wolf to begin with, and only ever talks when directly spoken too, usually keeping his opinions and thoughts to himself. Though this is do to being on his own for so many years, he's adapted to speaking only to himself in his own head, and can sometimes even answer other creatures questions quietly to himself without realizing it. This leads to him being a little awkward and robotic around others, not really sure how to react to any living creature he interacts with, and is never really sure what they'll say or do. So avoids it all together.

:: Description ::
A large and lean wolf with strong legs and muscular shoulders, pelt as dark as the night, and eyes with a dull yellow glow. His gaze is distant and usually unreadable, expression always lacking and never portraying his feelings, he does a good job at this and never really shows his true colors upon first impressions. Most would assume he's an aggressive and angry character, based off of his intense stare and intimidating size alone, but he is actually a very calm and soft spoken animal.

His paws are large, and he has no trouble walking across snow or ice, with a steady and quite step he is surprisingly silent for his size. He towers over most and can sometimes be seen slouching or ducking his head to make himself seem smaller and more hidden. He usually becomes most active at night as to help conceal himself from others curious or judgmental stare. He's a little skinny for his size, and this can result in quick energy loss if he moves to quickly. This is caused by his poor hunting skills as he travels alone and can only kill small game.

:: Theme Song ::
First Aid Kit - My Silver Lining

:: Other ::
Huskies

:: RP Example ::
A large black shadow walked briskly along the frosted ground of the forest, large paws making little sound but a quiet crunch of snow every now and again. As it broke away from the naked trees, and stepped into a moonlit clearing, the figure was outlined in a silver silhouette, forming the shape of a huge wolf. The males eyes flashed against the white light, a deep yellow color that shone a bright golden near his small pupils as he gazed into the darkness of the trees ahead.

Trotting onward, he followed the faint scent of a rabbit, the imprints of its paws clear in the snow but will soon fade if he wasn't quick. As the sweet smell became more prominent in his nostrils he dashed forwards, then quickly darted towards the left, an explosion of snow erupting from his paws as he kicked off into a sprint.

The flash of a grey creature ran from a shroud of bushes and came within a few inches of his jaws, teeth flashing an intimidating white as he snapped them just short of the rabbits scruff. Then it was gone and he was panting heavily with blurring vision and aching legs. His tongue felt dry and his stomach growled angrily for the relief of meat. Something he hadn't had in a few moons.

Looking towards the night sky, he closed his eyes against the blanket of moonlight against his face, letting out a sigh as he began to catch his breath. Sitting back on his haunches before lowering himself to the cool ground, he rested his head on his large paws, the soft hold of sleep slowly griping him tighter and tighter before he could no longer fight the exhaustion brought on by the failed hunt.

"Maybe tomorrow night, when the moon is full." He thought calmly to himself. "Food will be more abundant." His stomach snarled at this thought, and he was angry with himself for giving up so easily. But he couldn't waste too much energy. A storm was coming and if he was lacking the strength he needed, it'd be more trouble than he's faced in a long while. With the moon full, he'd feel more confident in succeeding. She wouldn't let him starve forever.