NAME
Balder.

NICKNAMES
None. Feel free to make any up for him. He probably won't like it, but I will.

AGE
35 years old.

GENDER & ORIENTATION
Cis Male - Pansexual.

BREED
Newfoundland.

PACK & RANKING
Hati - Alpha.

HUMAN APPEARANCE
Height: 6'5" | Weight: 250 lbs

Balder is a man of intimidating size. He has jet black, medium length hair made up of subtle waves, unusually tame and neat for a being who spent most of his time in the wilds rather than anywhere a decent brush might be available. His eyes are a rich golden brown color, quite bright compared to his dark hair and either filled with emotion or containing none at all. Balder's complexion is dusky with cool olive undertones, his human ancestry unknown though clearly mixed. His skin scarred from years upon years of harsh training and fighting the previous alpha's battles in his stead.

His build is burly and powerful, endurance and strength clearly where his talents lie over stealth or agility. Balder's facial features are somewhat sharp with a strong, chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones. His nose curves forward in an aquiline shape and the right ear is mutilated, often kept hidden beneath his hair. Regardless of his oversized appearance, Balder still manages to come across as cultured and refined, his behavior and the way he carries himself so glaringly different from his predecessor. Elias presented himself as a god. Balder is aware of his power, but not as quick to flaunt it unnecessarily.

CANINE APPEARANCE
Height: 36 inches | Weight: 200 lbs

Balder is just as gigantic and imposing in this form, his canid body notably large and heavy limbed. His eyes remain the same color; a deep, golden shade of brown that are capable of holding frightening fury or unexpected softness. His fur is thick, slightly wavy, dense, and pitch black with an oily undercoat, creating a water repellent pelt. Balder's paws are webbed with dark claws that are purposefully kept sharper than would be considered normal. Despite his bulk this is a dog built for swimming through rough waters.

He has a broad head with a slightly arched crown, his muzzle wide and ending in a dark, scarred nose, strong teeth contained within his maw. His right ear has been torn completely off, resulting in a ragged crop while the left is whole, but marred by many small tears. His scars are less noticeable in this form due his thick coat save for those found on his face. He certainly isn't the most handsome beast to behold, but he has learned his grizzled, battle-scarred appearance does come with advantages. He is respected by his pack and outsiders fear him, or at the very least are usually wise enough to remain wary of his presence.

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 healers to do most of the organizing. Conversations tend not to last 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. In the rare moments he's feeling talkative he often proves philosophical and nostalgic. His sense of humor, what little he has, tends to be so dry his packmates are unable to tell if and when he's joking.

Despite the ruthless way he conducts himself Balder is not unaware of his own cruelty and his conscience isn't without a considerable amount of guilt. Regardless, he doesn't know what it is to be anything more than what he is and it truly is survival of the fittest now. Any who dare stand in his way may very well bring a bloody fate upon themselves. You see Balder 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. 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 feed first before any other beyond the Iotas . He isn't above showing mercy to outsiders so long as they meet his standards and he has taken in some fairly needy strays in the past, softest most often on children. Though his search for a suitable new home for the pack is relentless, Balder desires change more than anything. An end to the pack's warmongering ways, a day when shedding the blood of others is not done so carelessly, a time when the pack has no need to fear their leader and can instead consider him a friend as well as an authority figure. Change is on the horizon perhaps, his mind open and willing to learn a new way of life, but first territory must be claimed, even if that means taking it from someone else

BRIEF HISTORY
Trigger Warning; child abuse, murder, cult behavior, religious corruption.

Balder'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 and 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.

He was lured into joining a cult by one of his mother's more manipulative lovers, a Leonberger shifter named Elias. 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. Elias, 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 was a huge brute. Muscular and powerful. This, he determined, was the ideal form for all dogs to strive for. Smaller, thinner and weaker canines were swiftly chased off. Elias' madness only grew as he aged, often claiming he was a prophet form God even as he slaughtered and abused anyone who didn't match up to his 'ideal'. Dogs often tried to run. Balder always tracked them down and put an end to their treachery, or else dragged them back for punishment. His loyalty knew no bounds as Elias had poisoned him from a young age with his 'wisdom'. The Leonberger was the only father he had ever known. How could he not obey?

Things changed when Elias ordered the unspeakable. The murder of children. Pups were born to a female who had bred outside the pack; her offspring resembling their small, frail father far more than her, and their death was ordered. Often infants who didn't meet the pack's ideals were abandoned to the wilderness, a dreadful enough fate that left Balder filled with guilt, but this execution was to be bloody and vicious. He found he couldn't stand aside this time, some morals kept even while calling such a ruthless weredog his father and leader. He helped the woman and her children escape in the night, never to be seen again by the pack.

Time went on, and at last Elias met his death during the great blizzard that enveloped the earth. Many dogs fought for the right of alpha, Balder among them surprisingly enough. He was not exactly sociable. Not one who had ever made it known he had such ambitions, and yet he defeated all of his competitors and took the throne for himself, leading the pack through the great storm to emerge stronger than ever.

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
Open.

FRIEND RELATIONSHIPS
Open.

ENEMY RELATIONSHIPS
Probably everyone from the opposite pack hates him idk man.

LOVE INTEREST
TBD. Open to crushes.

THEME SONG
My Demons - Starset.

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NAME
Shay Kuznetsov.

NICKNAMES
Mercy. She prefers her nickname over her real name.

AGE
24 years old.

GENDER & ORIENTATION
Cis Female - Bisexual.

BREED
King Shepherd Dog.

PACK & RANKING
Hati - Epsilon.

HUMAN APPEARANCE
Height: 5'10" | Weight: 180 lbs

A woman not lacking in height, her human form matches her canine appearance quite well. Shay's hair is long and shaggy, falling just past her shoulders, an equal mix of black and tan. Her skin is a rich brown with warm undertones, her round eyes nearly orange. Her build is strong and moderately muscled, more athletic than bulky. Her face is oval shaped with fine features and a wide nose.

CANINE APPEARANCE
Height: 27 inches | Weight: 95 lbs

Built like a German Shepherd, but about twice the size. Her frame is muscular and robust, her structure solid as a rock. Her long coat is a patchwork of black and tan. Her eyes bright, brown and holding a strong orange hue. Her medium sized ears are thick and firm, moderately wide at the base and ending in rounded tips. Her tail is subtly curled, reaching down to her hocks and covered in long, feathery fur. Her paws are round, equipped with short, sharp-edged black claws and her dewclaws have been left intact.

PERSONALITY
Mercy's demeanor holds little resemblance to her nickname. While never one to harm another dog without reason, she tends to be unforgiving and suspicious, the sort who leaves little room for second chances. Her vanity is likely her worst quality, convinced she is a gift to the world and should be respected as such. She spends a great deal of time every day grooming her thick pelt to perfection and tends to fuss over her appearance, forever sardonic and sharp of tongue. This fastidious behavior should not be mistaken for prissiness however. While she will most certainly complain about it later, Mercy isn't afraid to get dirty and takes her job extremely seriously.

She's been known to chase and track down prey for miles, returning with a matted, muddy pelt, but also carrying a prize in her jaws. Stubborn and efficient, she's an exemplary hunter and this dedication earned Mercy her initial rank of Gamma. It's undeniable she has a lot of passion for the pack, and sometimes that passion took the form of chasing intruders across borders or tearing enemies to shreds. Though she still has a love of hunting it became clear she was perhaps even better suited for the role of a warrior. Mercy lost her sister in the blizzard and the loss has taken a toll on her, but Mercy's fiery spirit hasn't been snuffed out just yet.

BRIEF HISTORY
Born and raised among the pack, there isn't much out of the ordinary about Shay's upbringing. She was trained harshly in her younger years, but it only pushed her to work harder. Her twin sister Merida was much softer in demeanor and overall weaker. She would have been left to the wilds if their mother had not spoken for her. Mercy did her best to protect her sister, but eventually their paths led in different directions, Mercy a famed Gamma and then Epsilon while Merida was forced into the Eta role.

When the blizzard rushed in, threatening to destroy them all, Mercy stayed by Merida's side to help her though the worst of it. Even when she collapsed during their search for shelter. The pack left them behind and Mercy struggled to keep them both fed and warm. One morning she woke to find Merida's body cold and lifeless beside her own, mournfully burying her beloved sister's remains before locating the rest of the pack and joining them.

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
Open.

FRIEND RELATIONSHIPS
Open.

ENEMY RELATIONSHIPS
TBD.

LOVE INTEREST
TBD. Open to crushes.

THEME SONG
Team - Krewella.

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NAME
Phineas Phoenix.

NICKNAMES
Phin.

AGE
20 years old.

GENDER & ORIENTATION
Cis Male - Bisexual.

BREED
Border Collie x Silken Windhound.

PACK & RANKING
Skoll - Healer.

HUMAN APPEARANCE
Height: 5'6" | Weight: 145 lbs

Phineas is a bit shorter and slimmer than a man his age would be on average. Despite what first appearances might imply, he isn't all skin and bone, managing to retain a decent amount of lean muscle. His hair is a metallic copper color, short and subtly wavy, glossy and clearly well-cared for. His features are mildly sharp with a narrow chin and prominent cheekbones. His skin is light with notable, reddish freckling.

He has deep set sapphire blue eyes and a wide nose with a barely noticeable amount of stubble near the lower half of his chin. All attempts to grow a full beard have proven futile up to this point. He has a quirky sense of fashion and he'll always look his best unless he's out tracking for the pack in which case he'd rather not risk his expensive wardrobe and will put on something a little more drab instead. His favorite colors/shades to wear are red, white and black.

CANINE APPEARANCE
Height: 18 inches | Weight: 50 pounds

As with his human form, Phineas is a bit below average height for either of the breeds in his genetic makeup. He resembles his Windhound heritage far more strongly however, with a deep reddish brindle coat made up of silky waves, a narrow frame and long legs. Splashes of white can be found on his chest and toes, but his pelt is otherwise solid. His Collie heritage shows most in the muzzle, which isn’t quite as tapered as a purebred Windhound, and the tail which is straight and bushy.

Though he is neither fragile nor shorthaired, Phineas found his place as a healer due to both a general dislike of the cold and his fur not being quite as durable as his brother’s. He can often be found wearing sweaters and ear muffs even in canine form, especially if he has to venture outdoors. If a situation calls for it his pelt will keep him warm enough to attend a hunting mission or border patrol if needed, but overall this fellow would rather remain indoors.

PERSONALITY
While Phineas can come across as obnoxious and self-entitled to those who don't know him well it’s generally unintentional on his part. 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 teasing others and this doesn't often endear him to many people. It's 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 empathetic and protective, which often leads to him being reckless if someone else is in danger. He cares a great deal about his appearance, having grown up in a family where looks were considered everything. His vanity never quite reached the same level as that of his older brother Richard (who is more relaxed in comparison nowadays), but he can often be found trying to straighten his hair with his fingers or smoothing out wrinkles in his clothes.

BRIEF HISTORY
Trigger warning; mild incest mention.

Phineas grew up in a well off family and most of his life was spent in luxury. Coming from a wealthy background, his upbringing was quite privileged, but unlike some of his siblings this sense of entitlement didn’t come with a lack of compassion or feeling of superiority. The Phoenix family is well known among weredog kind as one of the more prestigious canine lineages, especially picky about who they choose for partners and utterly obsessed with keeping their bloodline ‘pure’.

As you can imagine, such strict regulations have left most of the younger generation with few choices for an unrelated spouse. Phineas decided he would rather book it than marry his first cousin and has since been trying to survive as your average, everyday person without the help of his parents or their money. Eventually he was lucky enough to reconnect with his brother who took him in, and the two survived the new ice age as loners before discovering the Skoll pack.

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
Richard Phoenix - Older Bro.

FRIEND RELATIONSHIPS
Open.

ENEMY RELATIONSHIPS
-

LOVE INTEREST
TBD. Open to crushes.

THEME SONG
Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab.

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NAME
Richard Phoenix.

NICKNAMES
Not the hugest fan of nicknames, but Richie is fairly common, especially by his brother and he's used to hearing it.

AGE
26 years old.

GENDER & ORIENTATION
Cis Male - Demiromantic Pansexual.

BREED
Silken Windhound.

PACK & RANKING
Skoll - Hunter.

HUMAN APPEARANCE
Height: 5'11" | Weight: 173 lbs

A man once very concerned with appearance, he's relaxed considerably in recent years and always retains a distinguished image regardless. He has an oval shaped face with a straight nose, high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline. His almond shaped eyes are a shade of deep sapphire, a trait he shares with his brother Phineas. Richard keeps his dirty blond hair cut short, clipped close to the head along the sides and back while the top is longer and quite curly.

His skin is faintly tanned with an even fainter dusting of freckles across the face. A thin layer of facial hair trails down to the chin and covers the lower half of his face. His build is considered average for a man his size, not overly thin nor excessively buff either, moderately muscled and proving a bit broader than his brother. Attire of choice usually includes a combination of casual and comfortable. He appears to favor lighter shades of blue, golden and brown.



CANINE APPEARANCE
Height: 24 inches | Weight: 55 lbs

A striking and elegant sighthound with a luxuriously soft, wavy golden coat brindled by darker stripes. The throat, chest, paws and underbelly are much paler than the rest of his pelt, nearly white, and his eyes remain the same piercing shade of blue. He retains the typical traits one might expect from a racing hound. Long, straight front legs, a flexible spine and an athletic build that appears at times a bit on the extreme compared to other breeds. His tail is curved at the tip, covered in lengthy, wispy hairs and carried low.

In profile he might evoke some familiarity if one has ever had the good fortune to meet a Borzoi; a narrow, chiseled head leading to a gently tapered muzzle and arched neck. His black nose is inarguably the darkest part of his body and his claws the lightest, clear enough to see the blood vessels within. Though his silky, medium length coat might not appear to hold in much warmth the Silken Windhound was meant to be a hardy, adaptable breed and it appears even in an eternal winter it keeps him warm enough.

PERSONALITY
Growing up he was quite the brat. Imperious and manipulative with a short temper as well as a habit of using others solely to benefit his own desires. This behavior was rarely corrected by his parents, especially his mother who often spoiled him. As an adult he’s a little more tactful concerning other people and less quick to anger, essentially forced to learn the value of hard work and surviving on his own without the help of riches.

Richard tends to have a rather biting sense of humor and you can expect him to turn up the snark when around people he doesn't get along especially well with. Otherwise, he exudes a laid-back, relaxed demeanor, but can get quite nasty if and when he feels threatened. He is a determined and strong-willed individual who doesn't give up on his goals easily and he can prove surprisingly nurturing and unselfish when he forms a connection with someone, especially those who are young and in need of protection or guidance.

BRIEF HISTORY
Trigger warning: implied abuse.

Richard grew up in a well off family and most of his life was spent in luxury, his parents not bothering to serve as companions to mankind and instead forming a coalition of weredogs who prefer not to live their lives as simple pets. Coming from a wealthy background, his upbringing was quite privileged and he was hardly ever told no, often given whatever he wanted without having to earn it as most people did.

He constantly pushed his parents' limits until they had enough and sent him away to live with a relative who might be better equipped to handle him. Needless to say, his time with his aunt had him returning home a more obedient, polite young man. His mother was disturbed by the drastic change in attitude, but his father didn't ask many questions. The drift between Richard and his parents only continued to grow with time.

At 18 he decided to head out on his own and recently reunited with his younger brother shortly before the storm was set to blow in. They stuck together, managing to survive the storm with only one another before coming across the Skoll pack in recent months.

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
Phineas Phoenix - Younger Bro.

FRIEND RELATIONSHIPS
Open.

ENEMY RELATIONSHIPS
-

LOVE INTEREST
TBD. Open to crushes.

THEME SONG
Leave It All Behind - Cult To Follow.

NAME
Xavier Hernandez

AGE
24 years old

GENDER & ORIENTATION
Cis Male - Bisexual + Polyamorous

SUBSPECIES OR BREED
25% American Doberman x 75% European Doberman

PACK & RANKING
Skoll - Secondary (If not, then Warrior.)

HUMAN APPEARANCE
Height; 6’2” | Weight; 200 lbs
His shoulders and chest are both broad, and when not wearing his signature bulky hoodie it’s obvious that Xavier puts time in building his strength. He’s well proportioned in his arms, legs, and torso length nothing being overly long. Xavier has small fading scars on the tops of his arms, and a larger scar stretching from his shoulder blade to his hip. His hands and feet fit his body well although when compared to someone shorter, Xavier does have rather large hands and feet. He has rather long fingers and a broad palm.
Xavier’s hair is cut short, but due to his naturally curly hair it gives him an almost kind of a natural quiff thing going on. His hair is a dark brown in color but when wet can look jet black. Xavier has a softened version of a hard jawline, and a permanent look of being stuck between five o’clock stubble and the beginnings of a beard. Xavier keeps it trimmed to look both well maintained and to keep it from getting in the way too much. His eyes are slightly hooded but almond shaped and an odd golden amber color. His ears are double pierced on top and have gold rings going through them. Xavier’s skin tone is that of a dark golden chestnut color.
Xavier’s attire usually consists of thick baggy soft black pants with lots of pockets, a form fitting black tee, and a bulky black fur lined hoodie. He constantly has his hoodie on hand due to the cold weather, although he does have a naturally high body temperature.

CANINE APPEARANCE
Height; 28 in. | Weight; 100 lbs.


Similar to his human form, Xavier is on the larger side of dobermans and even is a tad bit heavier than the norm. Despite being a quarter American doberman his appearance almost completely takes after the European doberman. His chest is wide and tapers off to his narrower, yet well defined haunches. Xaviers legs are long, yet sturdy and he has wide paws and jet black claws. He has a powerful upper jaw and lower jaw giving him a rather strong bite force. Eyes are middle sized, oval, and the same strange golden amber color as when he’s human.
His ears are set high, and cropped to stand up straight. His tail is docked to the appropriate two vertebrae. Xavier’s ear piercings are still visible in his dog form and the golden rings sit in the middle of his ears. Similarly, his scars are also visible in his dog form although the scar stretching from his shoulder blade to his hip seems to be much more noticable.

PERSONALITY
Stoic, reserved, and blunt. Xavier is a serious individual and takes any and all duties with utmost care. He’s very focused and can even get so focused he forgets to even sleep or care for himself. When faced with a problem Xavier always takes some time to carefully think of the options before making up his mind, due to this it may cause him to wonder on a topic for a longer period than others. It's incredibly difficult to get on his nerves, or even to anger him but one sure fire way to cause him aggravation is manipulation. He does have some rather overprotective impulsives but can almost always squish the impulsives down.
Even when not working, Xavier remains as stoic and reserved as he possibly can. The only time Xavier ever shows a softer side is when interacting with someone he may like, or is close to. He attempts to never speak like he is above someone, and does not enjoy gossiping. Although that does not mean he won't sit and listen if you wish to tell him gossip or really anything. When younger he was much more prideful, brutish, and aggressive but as he’s been living on his own for quite some time he has an easier time asking for help, having a soft hand, and even has been working on becoming more patient.
Due to being a short haired dog, Xavier doesn’t shift very much and is constantly in his human form. Although even when in human form he can’t stay outside for an extended amount of time less he risk himself to hypothermia or frostbite.

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
N/A

FRIEND RELATIONSHIPS
TBD - Open. Message me.

ENEMY RELATIONSHIPS
TBD - Open. Message me.

LOVE INTEREST
;3

BRIEF HISTORY
Before the storm hit, Xavier grew up in Texas under the watchful eyes of a very strict, conservative family. At the age of seventeen, Xavier left his home and began living on his own. Eventually, when the storm began to brew Xavier decided to head north despite the better judgements of those around him. He eventually fell in line with the mass of canines moving north and eventually decided to stay with the Skoll pack. Although he had a horribly hard time during the storm and fell victim to the frigid temperatures often. Due to having not shifted in his dog form at all during the storm, and the kindness of the other members of the Skoll pack he, unlike many other dogs, managed to survive the harshness of the cold storm.

OTHER
Even though Xavier is Poly, that doesn’t mean he can’t be loyal to one person :)
His theme songs would be: Rumors by NEFFEX and No Glory by Skan & Krale ;)

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NAME
Alexandre Yuta Minan

NICKNAMES
Alex

AGE
27 years old

GENDER & ORIENTATION
Cis Male - Bisexual + Grayromantic
(Could be referred to as ‘Femboy’)

SUBSPECIES OR BREED
High Content Wolfdog
Canadian Eskimo Dog (5%) x Alaskan Husky (45%) x Tundra Wolf (50%)

PACK & RANKING
Hati - Epsilon

HUMAN APPEARANCE
Height; 5’10” | Weight; 165 lbs.
Alex stands at a rather average height, and is more on the lean side when it comes to weight. Despite his Epsilon title he’s not power like an Epsilon would be envisioned as - in fact he’s likely more built to be a hunter. He’s incredibly flexible and agile making him rather light on his feet. Alex has pale ghostly white skin although he does have an incredibly easy time tanning. Alex has large dark blue eyes with slightly hooded large eyes, long dark eyelashes, and high cheekbones in fact he quite looks rather feminine in the face. His nose is slim, straight, and very slightly upturned. Alex has no freckles whatsoever although he does have his right eyebrow pierced, his tongue, and his earlobes - which constantly have black plugs in them. While his body is more built on the even side, his legs are a bit long.
Alex has soft golden hair during the summer but during the winter months it converted to a bright white color. Before he and his mother joined the Hati pack she would always dye her and his hair during the winter to keep other from finding it out. Alex’s favorite clothes are a loose long-sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots - although he doesn’t mind more typically ‘feminine’ clothing such as: dresses, skirts, crop top shirts, ect. Due to the storm he’s given his packmates his more warm clothing and now almost always walks around in cargo shorts, a tank top, and his boots. He has an incredible cold affinity although that could be, because he permanently runs cold to the touch. Alex has a tribal tattoo of a sun on his left shoulder on the back and a tribal crescent moon tattoo on his lower right back - dipping onto his hip. He also has tribal star tattoos decorating his collarbone and a full in detail tattoo of the wolfsbane plant on the top of his right forearm that has petals reaching up onto the top of his hand.

CANINE APPEARANCE
Height; 32 inches | Weight; 120 lbs.
Alex isn’t a large wolfdog, and he isn’t a heavy wolfdog - in fact he lands right in the middle with his height and is even on the lighter side concerning weight. He’s lean, agile, and flexible with a nasty habit of fighting like he’s hunting - in and out to tire his opponent. Alex is built like a lanky Tundra Wolf with bright blue eyes and a curled tail. Typically during the warmer weather is when one can see the golden brown strands of his summer coat, but with the weather currently he naturally blends in with the snow. His fur is thick and heavy with the thickest part being around his neck, chest, and belly.
Alex’s paws are wide and large giving him more mobility on snow and ice. His paw pads, nose, and the area surrounding his eyes are the typical jet black of the Tundra wolf. His ears sit high on his head, are small, and extremely rounded. He’s built to handle running long distances for long periods at a time.

PERSONALITY
He almost always seems to be amidst the chaos when a confrontation arises, and his underhand comments likely don’t help an argument - but while he may be amidst the fight he’s never actually usually the reason a fight starts or even the main people conflicting. Alex often times can be seen chatting away with fellow packmates with his usual easy going smile - although he has an easy to read different type of smiles for each situation for people that are good at reading others. While he is very chatty, and will willingly listen to others gossip he doesn’t ever actually tell others deep secrets. He’s very skilled at keeping his mouth shut when involving secrets and very good at reading a situation that can lead to his own benefit.
He’s a heavy flirter to anyone he’s even vaguely interested in, although he’s not the type of flirter to go out of his way and seek out his current interest that doesn’t mean he isn’t interested. While easily being described as cocky, Alex has some deep rooted issues that often times can lead to him sitting on the roof or wandering off in the middle of the night with the only telltale sign of his doing so being the off and on howling at the moon. Alex often times feels as though he’s too wolf to be among the dog shifters and too dog to be in a wolf pack and is constantly torn on whether he would choose to live in a feral pack like his heart aches to do.

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
“Yuta” - Mother - Deceased

FRIEND RELATIONSHIPS
TBD - Open, message me :)

ENEMY RELATIONSHIPS
TBD - Open, message me :)

LOVE INTEREST
It’s very unlikely he would like someone more than just for… body heat although it’s not impossible for him to fall in love :)

BRIEF HISTORY
His mother being a Tundra wolf shifter gave Alex benefits in the Hati pack before it shifted away from wolves, but before he and his mother ended up in Hati pack she used to drag Alex around throughout the northernmost tips of Canada and Alaska. Before Hati pack life had been tough, and Alex would almost always be in his canine form. When the Hati pack stumbled across the wolf shifter Yuta and her wolfdog pup, they immediately took the opportunity to take them in. While Alex may have spent the majority of his childhood living feral, he does appreciate the fact that Hati pack took them in. His mother was eventually shot by a human hunter when he was fifteen, and that was when he snuck off to get the same tattoo his mother had of the wolfbane. His other tattoos came when he was 22, 23, and 24 respectively.
During the storm Alex gave away almost all of his clothing to the other shifters, and would even go out for short lengths in his canine form into the storm to look for things to scavenge and bring back. Now that the storm has ended and he isn’t patrolling or interacting with the pack he’s out hunting and scavenging,

OTHER
Mhm. His mom is based off of the Inuit tribe (and somewhat Native Alaskans.) Alex’s tattoos each have a meaning :)