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“When did I become so numb? When did I lose myself?”

Name
Ciaran.

Gender
Male.

Age
3 years old.

Appearance
An inherently lanky male. Ciaran reaches an average height of 25 inches and is rather thin, weighing in at a measly 58 pounds. The last to receive anything in his former rank, a harsh winter resulted in many meatless days where nothing was left for the lowest members, only desperation that saw him sneak off to secretly feed himself when the hunger became too much ensuring his survival. His weakened state led to few successes, but occasionally a mouse or hare was gobbled down in hasty, secretive bites. It is likely he would have perished had he not resorted to such disobedience.

His fur is short, a thin undercoat providing only minimal warmth. He's an oddity all around, predominately black with cinnamon-colored guard hairs, white splashed across his chest and front toes. His right ear is twisted backward at an unnatural angle, a trait he developed during puphood with little explanation. His round eyes are a deep shade of amber, nearly orange, holding a vibrant and feisty light. Now a much healthier weight, his build is naturally limber and lithe, covered in lean muscle. His front left foreleg bears teeth marks, a symbol some wolves might recognize as indication of banishment.

Pack
Loner for now. I'm very indecisive. Will join a pack eventually though.

Rank
TBD.

Sexuality
Homoflexable.

Family
???

Mate
None.

Personality
Outwardly volatile and unpleasant. He doesn’t trust easily and expects the worst out of everyone. Ciaran spends most of his days keeping out of other wolves way. A general first impression of the fellow might be that he’s an extreme cynic with trust issues, numbed by life's cruelties, and that assumption wouldn't exactly be wrong. While he will keep to himself given the chance, infamous for his sharp tongue, he’s been known to intervene if someone needed help and isn't lacking in courage. Ciaran no longer fears death, and this fact shows in the way he addresses others. He doesn't have many friends to speak of, his tetchy nature often a deterrent.

Ciaran isn’t a wolf particularly used to being treated nicely and views himself poorly. As such, he doesn't know how to deal with friendly canines and will still prove quite prickly even in the face of genuine kindness. An attitude like that rightfully tends to push others away, but should anyone prove persistent enough to stick around he’ll eventually grow less guarded in that particular individual's presence. He isn't without his talents, quick-footed and constantly vigilant. Whether or not his sarcastic, sassy nature is a plus or not is questionable considering it seems to get him in trouble more often than out of it.

History
An outsider banished from his pack once it was found he was hunting for himself before his superiors. Though lithe and quick, perfectly suitable as a hunter, his dark fur was viewed as proof of interbreeding with dogs and he bore a lowly status from birth. His backstory lacks much excitement. He spent the majority of his life serving as a pupsitter despite his snarky attitude and limited patience or being left to watch the camp while hunters and warriors tended to their dutities. He found life solo is better suited to his deamnor and desires, no longer living in resentment or apprehension, though he is a still a wolf at heart, a creature that craves companionship. Life on his own has proven quite lonely.

Theme Song
Paralyzed - NF.

Name: Sargent (Sarge)

Gender: Male

Age: 6.3 years

Appearance: The essence of an alpha, with a thick and strapping build meant for overpowering others and throwing his weight around. Sarge drives fear into his enemies with his intimidating build, standing taller than the average wolf, and having a set of broad shoulders to only add to the image of brutality. Like his son Ace, Sarge is primarily black, but tinged with hints of color. Rather than silver, this hair-tipping resembles an almost chocolaty brown, but it's lightening with age. Interestingly, the fur along his back is like a ridge or mohawk, travelling from the nape of his neck, down towards his rear, standing especially high when he's enraged. His eyes are a sharp yellow.

Pack: Divum

Rank: Beta

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Family: Ace (son)

Mate: None (previous deceased; reopened)

Personality: Sarge is the smoldering intensity kind of guy, the type that flies would rather drop dead around than annoy, simply because of his intimidation factor. The male is big and scary, and he's well informed of it, as he loves to live up to his appearance. More often than not, his eyes are sharply narrowed to give off this calculating vibe, as the beta is often lost in thought, reading the characters around himself to predict their next move. Sarge is always on high alert and will be the first to respond to any matter.

Speaking of responding to matter, if you alarm him, it better be serious, because Sarge is extremely serious. He despises humor and tomfoolery of any sort, a strange...addition to a pack that cherishes generosity and kindness. However, true enough, the male can be very kind. He's a humble lady's man that admires respect. He's the dad you really want to please (in the words of Ace) because while his exterior may be stony and icy, his praise is warmer than the sun. To finally add, Sarge is also very possessive and protective of what is his. He's a respectable work-aholic who is dedicated towards whatever he sets his mind to, but keep in mind, he tends to think that he'll always do better than anyone else...

History: Much of Sarge's backstory is unknown or kept private by the male, even his son seems to be in the dark about most of it. However, rumor has it that Sarge had his eyes set on dominance straight from the get-go, with a father who was tough as nails, just like Sarge himself. The male rose to power as beta at about 2.9 years, where he learned a great deal of leadership from his fellow alpha. He took over Noctis at roughly 3.5 years, and had a litter with his beloved mate not long later. Ace was the youngest of three males, and all but Ace were perfect for the throne.

The old male adored his children, but Ace always leaned towards his mother's gentleness, and cowered away from the toughness Sarge displayed. So, the father grew fond of his older, "manly" sons, and trained the eldest to become alpha. However, they all fell like flies and he was stuck with Ace, somewhat of a disappointment at the time. Eventually, he was able to whip the young fool into decent shape, only to be jumped while they were moving Noctis to its newest territory with the other packs.

Most thought that he passed away, but in truth, it was far from it. The male managed to fight his attackers off after drawing them away from the pack. He was bloody and seemingly near death, but in truth, most blood was from his attackers. He was pronounced deceased after he disappeared in a river, only to reemerge miles away. Sarge ironically ran into Divum, who were in need of a beta at the time, and joined them in hopes of running into Noctis once more.

Currently, he's planning on returning to Noctis to force his son, Ace, to step down, as he believes that the young male is unfit and is in need of more training before proper succession.

Extra: He's hesitantly open to a new wife.

P E T E R

Male

6.5 Years

Divum

Commander

Pansexual

Unknown or Deceased

None(not interested)

Sassy and cocky. Has made this far with only a few scratches, thinks he can make it a few more. Bossy and not one to often listen to the higher ups, enjoys pushing buttons and boundaries, but knows when to mellow out and let the big man take charge. Older doesn't always mean wiser, can be childish at times as well. But that doesn't mean he's an idiot or anything, he can be smart and he can be wise. Sometimes. And perhaps he has a soft spot for pups... but you better keep that information to yourself. He has a rep to keep up after all.

Who knows. Peter simply showed up one day and stole hearts. Literally and figuratively. He had a special place in his belly for the little hearts of rabbits, foxes, and doves. Good for the body or else how would he ever be able to train all these young bloods?

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"Hide, and I will find you.
Run, and I will catch you.
Fight, and I will defeat you.
The only thing you can do, is obey."

Name
Pa'ar

Gender
Male

Age
Has Survived 3.6 Years

Apperance

A large, handsome black wolf with amber, almost red eyes. Pa'ar is built for combat, with his large body providing a great deal of power to his jaws and making actions such as leaping from a standstill an easy feat. What he lacks in running speed is more than made up for in reactive speed, the black wolf is very confident on his feet and agile enough to get out of the way of most things he sees coming.

Pack
Paginia

Rank
Beta Male

Sexuality
Hetrosexual

Family
None he cares to recall. (Ask!)

Mate
None Currently

Personality
Outwardly? Loyal to the pack and to the alphas. Ambitious in his actions to further Paginia and protective of its members, territory, and beliefs. The perfect example of what a beta should encompass and what young pup aspires to become. Perhaps slightly over confident and borderline arrogant at times, but still one of Paginia's best.

Internally, however, is a much different story. Pa'ar is as ruthless as he is ambitious and cunning. He thirsts for power and will take it where ever he can find it. It is unwise to get in his way or to oppose him. Many find that after they have, it is either the last thing they ever do or no one cares to lend an ear. He believes most others inferior to himself and, while he will never say so directly to his betters, is unafraid to voice it to his subordinates.

He did, at one time, believe one to be his equal. But she proved him wrong.

History
Born and raised a Paginia wolf, Pa'ar has known no other pack as intimately as he does his birth pack. He was raised along side Sitka, the pair were often referred to as "partners in crime" with Pa'ar the ring leader. He orchestrated many tricks and pranks with the pale she-wolf at his side. Unlike her, however, Pa'ar was not marked to take the mantel of Beta, though he was not shy in expressing his desire for it.

The pair, however, remained inseparable through their adolescent years, training and sparing side by side until the day Sitka rose to take the mantel of Beta. When the she-wolf offered to continue the partnership the pair had as pups, Pa'ar graciously accepted. While Sitka was technically the 'superior' of the two, Pa'ar was the one who directed and carried out most decisions when the Alphas were away and was by far the most dominant out of the two. A few wolves pointed this out once or twice and expressed their disgruntlement with him many a time, but Sitka was always there to smooth things over.

Pa'ar spent much of his time as beta acquiring power for himself and Sitka through various acts of heroism and the occasional hidden act of slander and the like. He began to set his sights on climbing up the hierarchy with his friend again. The planning never came to pass. He became... side tracked. The beta pair came to work together as friends but were slowly morphing into something more. Eventually, the pair were officially mated.

When Sitka announced her leaving, Pa'ar simply couldn't accept it. And when she told him they should leave together... it hadn't ended well. The black wolf had worked to hard and to long to abandon everything he'd worked for and no matter how hard the pale she-wolf asked or how hard his heart begged, he would not allow himself to leave. It was childish, leaving like she was.

When Pa'ar returned to camp after that.. encounter. He went back to what he did best. Planning, conniving, dominating. Sitka may have left him, abandoned their work together, but he wouldn't. There is still to much to be done.

Extra
Ex-Mate of Sitka from their days as Betas together.

Open to finding a mate, but I would like to have that developed in the role play!
Wanna plot a thing? He's probably your dude. Ask away!

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" Every goddamn family reunion
Someone's got something to say
How did you become this way?
As if I’ve made a mistake
Meanwhile, they’ve slaughtered the cake "

Name: Bellarose, Bella
Gender: Female
Age: 8 months

Appearance: Bella is perhaps a bit small for an almost adult wolf, resembling more of a coyote than a proper she-wolf in size; her legs are a bit lanky and lacking in muscle, with matching paws. Her coat is almost completely black, save from a few brownish spots around her face and belly, with a wiry texture that really only goes away during the winter. Her eyes are a bright merigold color that seem to almost shine at times. Bella sports a nick on her left ear, along with a small scar running down her shoulder blade, wich she doesn't even remember how she got, but she likes to think it makes her look more mature.

Pack: Pagnia
Rank: Adolescent
Sexuality: TBD
Family: Open for parents/siblings
Mate: N/A

Personality: cheeky - loud - brash - reliable - creative - crass - headstrong - sensitive

Like most wolves her age, Bella is stubborn by nature, often acting on a whim; she's more of a 'gut feelings' wolf than a rational one. She may be a little too emotional at times, going out of her way to help in the plight of others - including outsiders - or being emotionally persuaded to think a certain way. She's very social, and communication always seems to come easiest to the pup; there's no wolf in her pack who's a stranger to her, seeing as Bella has no shame in striking a conversation with virtually anyone, and sometimes even herself if there's no one else around to hear her endless chattering. She's quite cheeky and quick-witted, loving a good natured debate or banter, but sometimes she can overestimate how smart she really is, going as far as to sass much older wolves, coming off as quite abrassive to the less tolerant wolves. Due to her sensitive nature, any type of social rejection can take a toll on her confidence, and with an endless quest to prove herself worthy, the young wolf can easily stress herself out over minute things.

In addition to her bullheaded personality, Bellarose can be a tad ignorant when it comes to pack living. She knows the rules and traditions, but has a hard time following or respecting them, specially when it comes to ranks. She doesn't understand the logistic of a pair of wolves deciding the fate of their whole pack, or why borders need to be set when theres so much forest to go around. This ignorance can quickly turn into arrogance towards her superiors and make her unpredictable at times.

History: WIP
Extra: Her personality is a bit of an wip

Cadaa
“Isn’t the point of life, to live it your way?”

Gender
Female

Age
3

Appearance
On the smaller side considering wolves who are just barely into adulthood. Her colors are typical of a grey wolf, darker flecks of color around her collar and backside, lighting to a silver the nearer it gets towards her belly, then ending off in a white. Her pelt a soft, gently curled splash of color, with brown accents across her snout, legs and tail.

She’s a timid looking thing, brows always pinched in worry or some concerned emotion, and her roundness only adds to that innocent childlike thing she’s got going on. Full cheeks, wide eyes, and short ears that are flying in every way to express her vivid spectrum of emotions.

Pack
Divum

Rank
Scout

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Family
None

Mate
Wouldn’t really know where to start looking for a mate. Not even sure she wants too.

Personality
Like her appearance suggests, she’s a shy wolf. No illusions here, you get what you see. She keeps to herself, doesn’t dare challenge those above her, and would likely submit to just about anything as long as it didn’t include the pain of others. She loves her pack, and the wolves in it, even if that doesn’t show often. Too closed in on herself to really make an impression.

It’s no secret that she prefers the long walks across borders, to the drama of Pack life though. The position as scout is what she choose to represent the pack, but a selfish need was the main cause. She likes her alone time, traveling through the forests, meeting new creatures and the like. It’s her true happy place, when the next place she’ll be is a mystery.

History
She along with the rest of her bloodline, was born into the Divum pack. Sadly, she fears it will end with her. Her parents both facing sad deaths on the journey back to their homeland, left Cadaa alone to deal with the world. She was very dependent on the two, and with them ripped away from her, it left her in a sort of panic. The weight of carrying on her family genes crushes her everyday, mainly because she knows it’s not a fate she wants.

Extra
Comfort this poor child

"Trust no one and never let them see you vulnerable. The only wolf you can count on is yourself."

Name
Rory.

Gender
Female.

Age
5 years old.

Appearance
Her base coat is a muted reddish color with darker, near black-tipped hairs spiraling across her face, neck fur, back, and tail. Her paw pads are reddish-brown, her claws pale enough to see pink veins within and her russet nose being the darkest point of her body. Overall she's a bit of an oddity with a face that seems a tad too narrow, tiny, almost rounded ears and a coat pattern more reminiscent of a shepherd than a wolf, leaving some with the suspicion coyote and dog blood may linger in her bloodline. She is slender and long-legged, her steps always holding a certain elegance. Rory's eyes are a mossy green, often gleaming with thinly veiled mirth.

Pack
Divum.

Rank
Warrior.

Sexuality
Pansexual.

Family
Open.

Mate
None.

Personality
Rory isn't the warmest or most welcoming creature upon first meeting and it's unlikely she'll ever make a great first impression. Snarky, assertive and blunt, she tends to rub most wolves the wrong way. Some may fall under the impression she is careless and lacks compassion, but this is far from the truth. Rory puts on an act to keep others from getting close to her, and to keep herself from getting attached to anyone else.

Beneath her frosty surface, however, is a canine who still very much has an empathetic heart and from time to time, if someone is having a truly terrible time, she can't help but let it show. She tends to be protective of others, especially those younger than her. Strong-willed, opinionated and outspoken, Rory isn't an easy spirit to break. No matter what challenges confront her she faces them head-on, undeterred by the difficulties that may befall her. This old girl's got a lot of bite still left in her.

History
Wip.

Theme Song
Are You With Me - Nilu.

Extra
N/A.