Amani Tribe Bios



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"I will hide myself below, I'll be what you wanted. Kept inside I won't let go 'till I burn beyond control."

Name
Sol.

Age
4 years, 10 months old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Asexual - Panromantic.

Breed
Doberman Pinscher.

Rank
Hunter.

Appearance
A solid white brute with pale blue eyes and a rosy pink nose. His ears are pointed and tail docked in the usual Doberman standard (once again this doesn’t really make sense, but...magic?) Though average height and weight for an adult male at 28 inches and 75 pounds, he is somewhat frailer than one might expect and highly prone to seizures. Due to being an albino he also suffers from photo-sensitivity and while not completely blind his eyesight steadily decreases with every passing year. If he lives to reach the ripe old age of eight he will likely lose it altogether. He is squarely built with a narrow muzzle and a head shaped like a blunt wedge. His body is moderately muscled and his eyes almond shaped. He hunts better at night despite his white pelt being a giveaway to prey and he often rolls in mud to better camouflage his pelt. He relies on hearing and scent over sight.

Personality
Sol is an odd sort. Erratic in behavior, he often mumbles to himself under his breath about the 'ancestors' and is generally a rather unsociable canine. If anyone even attempts a conversation with him his responses tend to be short and clipped. He appears quite knowledgeable concerning healing herbs and has claimed he receives visions from dogs of the past. Many are likely under the impression the aging Doberman is full of hot air. Despite his generally off-putting demeanor he is not unkind and has plenty of compassion to offer others even if his bedside manner isn't the best. He is a borderline pacifist, finding bloodshed appalling, but is also aware sometimes fighting is a necessary evil. It is likely he might have ended up as the pack Omega if he hadn't proven an efficient enough hunter, and still might should anyone decide to challenge him for his position.

History
Born outside the pack. Sol has been a loner for the majority of his life, never staying in one place for long. His parents were young and inexperienced. They tried their best, but often proved more interested in their other packmates than their own son. As a result he was unintentionally neglected and often left to entertain himself. Sol never quite learned the skills he would need to properly socialize with other dogs and grew up the pack weirdo, always disappearing into the woods for days on end and returning muttering nonsense under his breath. By the time he was a year old his birth pack grew impatient with his strange behavior and sent him away. He traveled by himself for quite awhile, wandering from territory to territory aimlessly before settling with the Amani.

Relationships
None yet. Open.

Kin
None that he can recall.

Mate/Crush
No one yet.

Theme Song
CARNIVORE - Starset.

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"Funny how history ends in an instant, how something so close can end up so distant."

Name
Whisper.

Age
5 years old.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Demisexual - Panromantic.

Breed
Saarloos Wolfdog.

Rank
Patrol Dog.

Appearance
A decent sized female at 27 inches and 76 pounds. Whisper has an athletic build with a strong, muscular body. She moves lightly with an elegant gait, gliding over the ground effortlessly on silent paws. Such a trait might have made her better suited as a hunter, but it's clear her heart is in patrolling. Her coat is short, but quite dense, providing good protection from the weather. In color it is rather wolfish, a mixture of grays, blacks and tans with paler underfur. Her semi-almond shaped eyes are a bright shade of golden. Despite her resemblance to a wolf, she is just as much a dog as the rest of her packmates.

Personality
Quiet and soft-spoken. She isn't exactly a mute, but Whisper hardly ever talks anymore and when she does it's well...nothing more than a whisper. She is not above defending herself or others, using deadly force if necessary, but she would prefer not to resort to violence. She always keeps a level head and attempts to resolve things peacefully. As with most of her breed, she is devoted and reliable, but lacks the more lively, energetic temperament Saarloos Wolfdogs are known for. She serves as a silent guardian, a dedicated friend and a helping paw to all who come under her care.

History
Whisper is a pack dog through and through. Her mother was a patrol dog and her father a hunter, and it was clear from puphood Whisper could become either with the proper training. She was talkative and extroverted in her youth, often chatting all the other dogs ears off. Age mellowed her demeanor and becoming a mother even more so. After falling in love with a fellow Patrol Dog named Arrow it wasn't long before she was making a nest for herself in the nursery.

The happiness she felt at the thought of raising a family with Arrow did not last. Her mate was an ambitious dog who's lust for power eventually got the better of him, as he began planning to overthrow the Kahuna. Whisper overheard him discussing his plot with a few other dogs and shocked, chose to confront him about it. They argued and when it became clear she would not support his coup Arrow and his followers attacked her, leaving her for dead once they were done. Arrow's rebellion intimately failed, he was killed and his adherents banished.

Whisper survived, found by one of the Betas who carried her back to camp, but her pups were lost. She was never the same after that, losing her voice and former spirit. Her wounds healed and she returned to her duties a different dog. Whisper never took another mate or attempted a second litter, the grief she felt for her miscarried pups overpowering. In the present most of her sorrow has eased, but she has grown used to her silence.

Relationships
None yet. Open.

Kin
Open.

Mate/Crush
No one as of yet.

Theme Song
The Great Divide - Rebecca Black.

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'"Did you see the flares in the sky?
Were you blinded by the light?
Did you feel the smoke in your eyes?
Did you? Did you?
Did you see the sparks fill with hope? You are not alone.
'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares.""

Name
Ace.

Age
2 years old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Bisexual - Biromantic.

Breed
Lurcher. Main bloodline consists of Whippets, Greyhounds and Border Collies.

Rank
Hunter.

Appearance
A lean young dog with a dappled blue merle coat and heterochromic eyes. The right eye is a solid dark brown while the left is half and half, the top the same deep brown while the bottom is a pale blue. Ace is not an especially large dog, reaching only 21 inches at the shoulder and weighing close to 40 pounds, but long legs and an aerodynamic build make him quite the speedster. His ears are pointed, flopping over near the tips.

Personality
Ace is a somewhat forlorn dog who minds his own business more often than not unless it involves someone potentially being harmed or in danger. He can easily be overlooked due to being rather quiet and appears content to blend in with the crowd. His somewhat aloof personality can at times give off the impression he is anti-social even if that's not entirely true. He often just isn't sure about how to approach other dogs and is still uncertain of his place in the pack.

History
Ace originally hailed from a valley pack far away that came down with a sickness he could not explain. The disease seemed to drive his packmates mad, leading them to attack one another and eventually die slow painful deaths foaming at the mouth and unable to swallow any water no matter how thirsty they grew. Somehow Ace managed to avoid becoming infected himself and eventually had no choice but to leave the pack behind or die with them.

To this day he still feels shameful for abandoning his birth pack. He planned to live the rest of his life out as a loner, but dogs are sociable animals and when he came across his current pack he ended up joining them after all. He still tends to keep to himself. Content to work himself until complete and utter exhaustion for the pack and would likely be willing to die for anyone of it's members as repentance for sins of the past.

Relationships
None yet. Open.

Kin
Open.

Mate/Crush
No one as of yet.

Theme Song
Flares - The Script.

Motomo Pack Bios



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”One suggestion, use your discretion before you label me blind.”

Name
Hagan.

Age
5 years, 10 months old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Pansexual - Demiromantic.

Subspecies
[50%] Arctic Wolf x [35%] Northwestern Wolf x [15%] Yukon Wolf.

Rank
Alpha Male.

Firesight
Hell yeah.

Appearance
Standing 33 inches at the shoulder and weighing close to 100 pounds, he's neither the largest wolf around nor the smallest, but still a force to be reckoned with. Hagan has small, rounded ears meant to maintain body heat in cold weather and a thick, ivory white coat unblemished by any other color. His legs are long and paws large, equipped with dull-edged black claws. His head is narrow, leading down to a tapered muzzle and ending with a dark nose. As with most of the wolves within his pack he has a lean, athletic build while packing on perhaps a tad more muscle than the usual, his Arctic Wolf heritage making him bulkier than the typical Gray Wolf. His eyes are almond shaped and a deep amber color, save for the left which is a milky white and surrounded by scarred skin. His sight in this eye is limited, but he is not completely blind.



Personality
Hagan is a reserved leader with an overall chilly, detached demeanor in the face of both enemies and pack members alike. He appears to lack warmth for anyone beyond his own kin and kith, but retains a high sense of honor. Hagan won’t kill without reason, but his punishments tend to be very strict and those who have betrayed his trust will always be viewed with scrutiny and disdain regardless of whether or not their actions are forgiven. An accomplished warrior in his own right, he's proven time and time again he isn't one to be trifled with.

Hagan is a proud wolf with a stubborn nature, but it may surprise some to learn he is not quite as ruthless as pack leaders of the past and often disagreed with their violent methods. He does not necessarily have hatred for the dogs and in truth is neutral to them as far as views go, however competition for food and land insures he will be an issue for them and they for him in return. His own pack comes first, always and forever. If he needs to destroy another pack to provide for them he certainly will, and with little hesitation.

History
Born within the frozen lands of the North where wolves were plentiful, Hagan grew up among the Motomo Pack. His mother Calista was the reigning Alpha, ruling without a mate by her side, unwilling to share her power with a lover. Hagan spent most of his early life with his father, as she left him to Rowan's care nearly as soon as she could, ordering other she-wolves to nurse him in her place. Upon reaching his sixth month he was brought to her to train under his mother, as he was her chosen heir. Kept isolated from other pups, even his own sister Aelwen, he spent many years under his mother's tutelage. She taught him to be fierce and kind in equal measures, passing on all her wisdom and combat skills and eventually promoting him to the rank of Beta.

As he grew older and was allowed more contact with other wolves his age Hagan found Aelwen felt nothing more for him than resentment for being the center of their mother's attention, all of her former love for her only sibling forgotten. He distanced himself from her, unwilling to face her hatred. Calista met her death by the time her beloved warrior son was 3 years old, taken down by an illness that couldn't be cured. After her burial a ceremony was held and Hagan was declared the new Alpha by the healers. His relationship with his sister improved slightly after Calista's passing, especially as Rowan encouraged them to reconnect, but the bond they share is still quite fragile.

Relationships
The pack in general. No one specific yet. He views everyone more or less neutrally. Open for a few closer friends and perhaps some rivals/enemies.

Kin
Calista [Deceased NPC]
Mother/Former Alpha Female

Rowan [Adoptable]
Father/Patrol Wolf

Aelwen [Adoptable]
Younger Sister/Hunter

Mate/Crush
He’s not exactly the warmest individual around and catching his romantic attention might prove difficult, but feel free to try.

Theme Song
I’m Alive - Disturbed.
Firewall - Les Friction.

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"So scream if you wanna, shout if you need just let it go (take it out on me). Fight if you need to, smash if it helps you get control (take it out on me)."

Name
Blackbird.

Age
2 years, 7 months old.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Pansexual - Panromantic.

Subspecies
Algonquin Wolf.

Rank
Healer.

Firesight
Yes.

Appearance
A tall and lithe young female with a mottled brown and black pelt. She has round, bright golden eyes and a delicately tapering muzzle ending in a black nose. Her face is rather youthful and this trait will likely follow her well into adulthood, unfamiliar wolves at times even mistaking her for still being a yearling. Thus far her coat lacks any noticeable scars or blemishes. Her ears are quite large and wide-based atop her skull and her fur is medium-length, usually proving a bit scruffy. Blackbird is a she-wolf of decent height at 31 inches, but weighting well under 60 pounds with a slim build and lengthy legs, clearly a body meant for sprinting.

Personality
Blackbird is extremely naive and impressionable. She's eager to please and happy to follow orders, wishing for nothing more than to belong and will do almost anything for just a bit of companionship. Her friendliness is genuine and she has a loyal heart along with a fairly strong moral system. Highly empathetic and often willing to take the fall for other's mistakes, she is unfortunately an easy wolf to take advantage of. She can prove a bit nervous in large crowds and often worries she isn't presenting herself properly considering his lack of socialization growing up.

History
Blackbird was born close to the territory the Motomo once called home, the daughter of a lone she-wolf who’s pack had banished her for reasons she never cared to explain to her only daughter. For a long time it was just the two of them until Crow disappeared without a word shortly after Blackbird's first birthday. She struggled to survive on her own, lost and alone in a very dangerous world. She was very prone to strange dreams, or visions perhaps. She could never quite tell, but they guided her pawsteps wherever she went.

Blackbird had a difficult time feeding herself as hunting was never her strong suit and a Motomo patrol came upon her when she was on her last legs, half starved and barely able to stand. After being taken in by the pack her health improved and she flourished, the healers discovering she had the Firesight while treating her. She is forever grateful to the pack and feels she’s finally found a place to belong, attempting to prove her worth in every way she can.

Relationships
None yet. Open.

Kin
Crow [Adoptable]
Mother/Loner

Mate/Crush
No one yet.

Theme Song
Take It Out On Me - Thousand Foot Krutch.

Other
It's very likely that she will feel sympathetic toward the dogs and be torn between loyalty to her pack and her morals.

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✿ name ✿
Tulip

✿ age ✿
1 year, 3 months

✿ gender ✿
Female

✿ orientation ✿
Biromantic/Asexual

✿ breed ✿
[50%] Tibetan Spaniel [50%] Pekingese

✿ allegiance ✿
Motomo

✿ rank ✿
Omega

✿ appearance ✿
Height: 7 inches
Weight: 6 pounds
[AKA smol]

✿ firesight? ✿
No.

✿ personality ✿

✿ history ✿
Tulip was found as a small and sickly pup, lying in a pool of her mother's blood and on the verge of death. The horrific scene was obviously a fox's work, their foul scent barely masked by the patches of wild tulips surrounding the area. Despite her being, of course, a dog, they had no choice but to save her. Tulip was taken to the camp and adopted by one of the mothers. She gave her the pup name of "Bird"
for her fragile appearance, but also for her noticeable curiosity for the world. Though Tulip soon recovered from her physical injuries, the emotional ones took longer to heal. The constant teasing and strange looks of her packmates were uncomfortable, but optimistic Tulip wouldn't let that get to her. However, she was much more hesitant to fight, or even play-fight with any of the other pups. Without that vital skill she had no choice but to become an omega when the time came. Though she didn't mind the duties that much, she was disappointed that she wasn't allowed out of camp. But in the face of the intimidating alpha, there was little more she could say than a simple "yes." She took the name of the flowers at her mother's grave.

Most of this history has happened quite recently. She was only given the rank of omega about 3 months ago, though she is still unhappy with it. She is less familiar with the pack's customs than most, and it's more than often earned her a angry cuff around the ear when she forgets. Tulip has also begun to sneak out of camp, on rare occasion. She never strays too far, only catching a glimpse of their surrounding plains before going back in.
She is painfully aware of how different she is from the strong, long legged wolves, and wonders what it would be like to live among dogs instead.

✿ relationships ✿

✿ kin ✿
Mother [loner, deceased NPC]
Father [loner, deceased NPC]
[Doesn't remembers either of her parents.]

Adopted mother [Motomo pack, alive, NPC unless someone wants to play her]

✿ mate/crush ✿
Open maybe?

✿ theme song ✿

✿ other ✿
Sphinx cats. Kinda weird looking, but I have two and I promise they're the sweetest <3

I hope it's okay that I put her in Motomo? I'm planning for her to leave them and join Amani sometime during the RP, or maybe to act like a spy for Amani? Something like that.
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Name
Moriti

Age
Four Years Six Months

Gender
Male

Orientation
Heteromantic / Heterosexual

Breed
Sloughi

Allegiance
Amani Tribe

Rank
Hunter because there aren't enough of those

Appearance
Moriti is a fine example of his breed, reaching a rather average height of twenty six inches and weighing a healthy fifty or so pounds. He's built very sturdily with an especially large rib cage that gives him more endurance for long chases. His musculature is compact and lean, making him appear less ungainly than similar dog breeds, instead moving with grace and agility. His head is a bit smaller with a long and narrow muzzle, floppy ears, and large eyes nearer the front of his face to better stay on target. His irises are a rich amber-brown and grow darker around his pupil, giving him a more gentle, sometimes melancholy expression. His is as sleek as the rest of him and colored a pale fawn, lightening only slightly on his underside and masked with dark grey on his snout and ears.

Personality
Moriti is a very alert dog, although his energy tends to be one of calm vigilance and there is little that changes this outside of a fight or the hunt. The former inducing panic and the latter focus and precision. He tends to be more distant towards his pack-mates and other canines, seemingly caught up in every little activity outside of his company's, such as the movement of a squirrel or the sudden twitter of birds. He is genuinely interested in those around him, even if he finds it hard to pay attention, and finds himself drawn to the more lively and daring. It may be a bit hard to bond with him, but he's a very faithful canine and is unlikely to let you down. He'll go to great lengths to make sure that you are aware of his appreciation for your companionship and can become quite needy if he feels himself drifting from someone. Moriti is a sensitive soul and can become upset quite easily, primarily through isolation or negative interactions, resorting to melancholy moping.

History
Moriti was born to an aging hunting dog, Chebe, and a former racer named Duma. He had two siblings, Emi and Kwini, but had never met his father or the dozens of half siblings he had sired. The three pups grew up very close to their mother, looking to her for both comfort and guidance as she taught them how to hunt for the humans. Showing them how to chase down the agile hare, then when they had reached nearly a year they began to chase the sly jackals and quick gazelles of the savannah. Their owner had become quite proud of the three siblings, even more so when they toke down their first wild pig at nearly a year and a half with very little interference from them or their mother. Soon their owner's neighbors became interested in the growing pups and after sending them off to hunt, they decided to sell Kwini and Moriti as they had brought back their hares last.

Moriti went to a neighbor who gifted him to their cousin, who intern decided to see if Moriti could race. At just under two years he was already too old to be entered in anything professional, but was instead trained to participate in more local races. He made a small profit in winnings, but had injured his leg, that even after healing prevented him from ever reaching his full potential again. At approximately four years old his owner decided to sell him off overseas, where he would fetch ha a higher price due to the rarity of a sloughi outside of Africa. And so Moriti was bought by a wealthy owner who had already acquired a plethora of rare dog breeds and mostly kept them for show in their kennels.

Moriti found it miserable there as the only time he got to stretch his legs was on a daily walk from some staff member and the weather was as cold as the nights at his old home in the day time. Eventually he decided to make a break for it and after waiting for Friday when his walker cared for little more than returning home, he yanked his leash out of their hands and bolted for the open gate. Even moving as slow as he was, for a sloughi, he had outrun everyone working that day and was deep into the woods by the time night began to fall. Now free he thought little of what to do next and was satisfied having escaped. But by the next morning he realized that he would need to eat and that he knew nothing of what prey, or predators, lurked in these woods. Nevertheless he set out to search for a meal and after coming across a familiar sight, a hare, he sated his hunger and journeyed on. After nearly two months of living on his own, he once again longed for company and was happy to find the Amani Tribe. It was quickly decided he should be a hunter as he had the experience and a lack of skill for actual fighting.

Relationships
None

Kin
Chebe [mother - unknown, likely deceased] Despite her age and scarring Chebe was a lovely sloughi from what Moriti can remember, with a tan and brindle pelt and dark, comforting eyes. She was loving and gentle, but not outright protective of her pups and believed that they should learn through demonstration and action. He still misses her, but knows that she has a good home.
Duma [father - alive] He had never met his father, but from what he's hear he was a pale fawn, such as himself, with bright amber eyes and was quite young to be retired. For a hunting dog that is, he was well past his prime as a racer. His mother didn't know much about him either, but it seems that he was reasonably friendly and very bright.
Kwini / Emi [sister / brother - alive / alive] Moriti was fairly close to both of his siblings and remembers them fondly, even if they fought every now and then. From what he knows Emi is likely still living as a hunting dog with the neighbor while Kwini is with her mother and their owner. He remembers Emi as a dark tan dog with an even darker face and vibrant eyes that spoke of his thinly veiled energy. Kwini on the other hand was pale with faint brindle and dark eyes that were cool and calm, filled with purpose.

Mate/crush
None

Theme song
Fade Into You by. Mazzy Star

Other
Tigers; Aside from being super big and awesome, tigers are also my school's mascot, so why not?

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Name
Winchester "Honey"

Age
Six Years

Gender
Female

Orientation
Biromantic / Bisexual

Breed
American Coonhound

Allegiance
Amani Tribe

Rank
Garrison [alt. patrol]

Appearance
Winchester, nicknamed Winnie and Honey in relation to her name and pelt color respectively, is of standard height, twenty three inches, and weighs around fifty five pounds. Her bone structure is very rectangular in all aspects of her body, seen clearly in the shape of her muzzle, straight lead in from chest to waist, and straight, stiff legs. She's muscular in a stout sort of manner, less for show and more directed towards working. Her face, as previously mentioned, has a boxy muzzle and not entirely round head, framed by large folded ears. Her eyes are round, yet stern looking with bright yellow irises. Her fur is somewhere in between short and medium length, solid to the touch and not at all soft, excluding her ears and belly. It's off-white in color with lemony patches around each side of her head and on her back, faint spotting trails down her neck to her rump and is only really visible on her legs.

Personality
Having grown up with dozens upon dozens of other dogs, both family and friends, it was nearly impossible to have time to yourself. Introverts did not thrive in that kind of environment, fortunately Winchester is no introvert. She loves being in large groups and socializing with everyone. She tries to balance her time between the entire pack than just a select few members, off duty of course, and has a great memory. She isn't just good with remembering faces and names, she can remember most places she's been. Between this and her nose it would take a pretty detrimental rainstorm to get her lost. She's outgoing with a good temper, seemingly able to withstand the most obnoxious of canines, all while wearing an easy going grin and keeping her fur flat. She isn't super sensitive, but does make it a point to ask how everyone's doing when they look particularly down.

Even when she's being a social butterfly she's a very task orientated dog, always focused on one thing or another. However it's only when she's on duty that this is really revealed; ears raised alertly, nose twitching, and eyes scanning her surroundings while she mentally notes anything that seems out of place. She's very ambitious, but undeniably loyal and would easily give her life for each and every pack member, but as a garrison protecting the kahuna is her main priority and she thinks of the position as a great honor, even if she misses hunting a bit.

History
Miles and miles away from the Amani Tribe lies her birthplace, centered in a large territory guarded by an especially large group of American Foxhounds, German Shortcoated Pointers, Coonhounds, and Irish Setters. Each group being split into smaller family units that work together in a very communal style. Winchester, as with all of the other pups, grew up in a roomy den with a shallow pit outside of it so that they couldn't wander off. At the she was born, she already had three siblings, but ended up living with nearly ten other pups. Once they could walk they would play in the pit and at three months the adults would take turns walking them through the camp. At six months they were taken on small expeditions outside and now slept above ground with the others. At a year they were taught how to track and catch smaller prey and at two they would shadow the big hunts to learn visually, along with training.

At three they were evaluated with those who showed little interest in tracking, patrol, or hunting made into the next pup watchers. The rest began a series of tests that would help them find what they were best at, the trackers being chosen for their nose instead of strength and the patrols were just the opposite. A hunter was the ultimate goal and Winchester was one of four that passed after a competitive group hunt that tested skill, adaptability, and cooperation. She lived happily as a hunter for the next year and a half, and was looking forward to being promoted to a lead. It was raining when she was sniffing about at the border, not hard enough to call for concern, but while she was unaware a heavy fog had settled. Beginning to get concerned she started back, the trees looking more and more foreign as they loomed out of the mist and the rain only got harder. Soon she was hopelessly lost and her only goal was find high ground as her paws sank into the mud with every step. It couldn't be heard over the roar of the storm, but she was coming up to a river whose banks had been flooded. A misstep on one of the moss slicked rocks sent her tumbling into the river and it was all she could do to stay afloat.

She awoke a bit dazed and horribly cold, her first priority was to then dry off and figure out where she was. But she soon found that nothing looked familiar, the air smelled different, the plants were foreign, and even the prey seemed to taste weird. She set out on her own fur the next few months until one day she had crossed the Amani Tribe's border and was confronted by a group of patrol dogs. When she found out they were part of a pack she knew she had to earn their favor and join. Adopting their beliefs she found comfort in being surrounded again and after receiving her dream she kept a silent vigil, falling energetically into place as a garrison.

Relationships
None

Kin
Linux [father - alive] As with many of her family and friends, she remembers her father fondly. He was a quick witted and outgoing dog with a vibrant tricolor pelt and similarly yellow eyes.
Blackout [mother - alive] Her mother was loud and demanding, but good intentioned and in the end her efforts resulted in the betterment of her pups. She had a ticked lemon and white coat and rich amber-brown eyes.
Ruger, Kolar, Remington "Remmy" [brother/sister/brother - alive] Her direct siblings, all from the same litter, she thinks of them with great pleasure and frustration. They were both her best friends and greatest enemies, in a loose sense of the word. Ruger was charismatic and amusing,
a perfect wingman. He was tricolor with brown, tan, and white and had bright amber eyes. Kolar was a bit eccentric, but in a good way and there was many a time when she helped in a hunt with a more ingenious tactic. She was ticked and brown with dark brown eyes. Finally Remington, just as snooty as his name, she remembered him begrudgingly playing pranks with her due to their shared looks.
Beanfield "Bean" [e.sister - alive] Bean was always the one admired by all her siblings, being the oldest out of everyone with the most experience, and better yet, stories. Bean had a very large imagination and would spend hours acting out her adventures, more or less accurately. She looked just like their mother, although her fur was a darker shade, more tan.
Marlin, Finnlight "Finn", Weatherby [y.brother/brother/brother - alive] The annoying younger siblings, Winchester grew to like them, even if they bothered her all the time. It only made her appreciate Bean even more for all that she had put up with and probably still puts up with. Marlin looked just like his father, Linux, except for his eyes which were amber. But he shared his friendly nature. Finn was more reserved, but a good pup and he could be counted on when needed. He ended up being entirely white, probably why he spent more time in the shade. Weatherby was bumbling and clumsy, but his curiosity and cheerful attitude made you look past that. He had the typical markings, but lacked any black and had yellow eyes.
Penny, Pincher [niece/nephew - alive] Her brother Ruger's two pups, she only knew them briefly before having become part of the Amani Tribe. Their brief interactions left her with the impression that Penny was sensitive soul, but very clever, while her brother Pincher was quite a troublemaker. He lived up to his name.

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Mate/crush
None

Theme song
TBA

Other
Rabbit; I've met a lot of rabbits throughout my life time, owned two of them, and I have not met a single one I didn't like. Admittedly those giant white ones sort of terrify me, but that only makes rabbits better. I find that they are a very unique animal and pet, unlike any other. Once you've had a rabbit, it's hard to go back to animals like dogs and cats.

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Name
Zorro Fox

Age
Three Years

Gender
Male

Orientation

Breed
Red

Allegiance
Motomo Pack

Rank
Omega

Appearance
As a red wolf, Zorro looks just like the offspring of a wolf and a coyote. Barely reaching twenty six inches and weighing fifty five pounds, he's the size of an adolescent or large coyote. His bone structure is very narrow and it doesn't look as though he could hold his own in a fight. Even his musculature is lean and slimming, hugging his body in flat planes instead of forming curves like other wolves. His face expresses this same angular look, forming a long triangle, softened only by a collar of fur. His pelt is short and lightweight with a thicker scruff and bushy tail, it does little to warm him in the winter months. He's light tan, but grey guard hairs and a cream undercoat distort this. Dark fur accents his shoulders, tail, muzzle, and ear backs while ginger lines his ears, face, flanks, and forelegs. His belly is the same fawn collared cream as his undercoat.

Firesight
No

Personality
Zorro is a distempered and snarky little guy, das it (WIP)

History

Relationships
None

Kin
Kin [relation - status] opinions/appearance

Mate/crush

Theme song

Other
Honey Badger; Honey badger don't give a shit!

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Name
Aelwen

Age
Four Years Ten Months

Gender
Female

Orientation
Homoromantic / Homosexual

Breed
Arctic [50] Northwestern [35] Yukon [15]

Allegiance
Motomo Pack

Rank
Hunter

Appearance
At a distance Aelwen bears a good deal of resemblance to her brother, maybe not exactly in coat color, but she has a very similar size and stature. She reaches thirty three inches at the shoulder, but only weighs around eighty pounds. She's got an average build with lean musculature that hugs her body, making her seem slimmer and more graceful. Her face isn't as broad as most, although her muzzle doesn't seem to follow suit. Her eyes are triangular, as far as canines go, and a vibrant shade of amber that grows lighter around her pupils. Her coat is generally pretty short, although her scruff is especially thick, aiding in protection against foes. While the majority of her pelt wavers between cream and light tan, her northwestern blood is made apparent on the back of her scruff, saddling her back, and trailing down the upper side of her tail in a dark tan color, accented with cream and grey.

Firesight
No talk about salt in the wound

Personality
Generally speaking Aelwen is pretty sociable, having grown up alongside many of her current pack mates she gets along pretty well, a little spat here and there, but nothing big. She likes to think of herself as more of a leader, even if she isn't and is prone to jealousy of those in higher positions than herself. She's very opinionated and blunt with expressing said opinions, finding an opportunity to speak in any situation. Being a stubborn sort the only way to change her mind is through a solid month of arguing, even then she doesn't easily admit when she's wrong. Most of her worst traits are directed towards her older sibling, Hagan, as she's resented him ever since he began training to be heir and has found a habit in disagreeing with him and generally acting out of spite. Fortunately her loyalty still lies with the pack, regardless of who's leading it.

History
Born in the second litter between Rowan and Calista, Aelwen was always living in Hagan's shadow. Everyone knew about the alpha's first born, future leader of the pack, mummy's dearest, etc. But few, in Aelwen's eyes, cared for the second pup. She was simply backup, if even that, doomed to becoming just another hunter, or even a patrol like her father. As Hagan's training forced him away, Aelwen began focusing on improving herself, maybe if she could show her mother what a good hunter she'd become, then maybe, just maybe, Calista would give her the praise she deserved. But it was to no avail, she couldn't ever live up to the standard that her brother set.

When Calista finally died, Aelwen did not feel a hint of remorse, instead finding peace in the matriarch's death. However this left Hagan in charge and she was forced to acknowledge his existence, and rank, once more. But at the prompting of her father she's begrudgingly come to an unstable peace with her brother, but their past is still apparent in her actions.

Relationships
None

Kin
Calista [mother - deceased] Aelwen was not on good terms with her mother and resented her for only ever focusing her attentions on Hagan. However this feeling was largely one-sided as Calista couldn't care less for Aelwen.

Rowan [father - alive] Having been raised almost entirely by Rowan, Aelwen finds herself very close with him and turns to him whenever she wants to confide in someone. However she's rather annoyed at his attempts to bring her and Hagan closer.

Hagan [brother - alive] While she may have worked towards the beginnings of a better sibling bond, their relationship is very strained.

Mate/crush
None

Theme song
Headstrong by. Trapt

Other
Hyenas; Are they a cat? Are they a dog? Maybe a weasel? Nope, they're their own species and a funky looking one at that. They're one of the few mammals where females are both larger and more dominant and I just think that's really cool.