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The Shadowed Spirits
"Why be all dreary and gloomy when you can just as easily be happy and make somebody else's day?"
Basic Information:
Name: Kadence Shuler
Age: 16 in human years, 1 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Army
Powers: Terra, toxin, aqua
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 16 in human years, 1 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Army
Powers: Terra, toxin, aqua
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
Kadence is her full name, pronounced Kay-dence, but she will answer to almost anything one may throw at her, be it something as mundane as Kad, Ka, or even Kaddy. She desires to be a part of the Shadowed Spirits pack, as an army girl if all goes well and according to plan, despite the fact that she looks nothing like an army brat, or even remotely capable of fighting, unless one takes into account the glittering gleam that lurks within her shining orbs of eyes, a strange cross of orange and yellow, the two tones mixing perfectly to give her just the right shade, such as warm honey when she's feeling friendly and pleasant, but angry and glaring like a hornet's nest when she's been crossed or threatened, something she's never taken well or been particularly fond of. In her human appearance she has honey colored hair, the locks being one of the lighter shades of blonde, toned with some darker tints and tones here and there, the ordinarily messy mop falling about her shoulders in a carefree, bouncy manner, the eyes shining with a love of life that is apparent even in the darkest of times, save for when she is alone and can permit the forced wall of happiness that surrounds her fall away and crumble into dust. Her skin is a cream white, not pasty or pale by any means, just tanned enough to give her that golden girl look; a molten black tattoo smothering one side of her face, curling about her eye and trailing down her cheek before halting, picking up once more on the arm of that same side, her left it is believed to be. She is on the taller side, though she is neither tall, nor short, she is mostly just considered an average height, for she comes in at about 5'5", the normal height for one of her age and build. Though she isn't really considered petite, she isn't overweight by any means, being more of something along the lines of healthy. Not a stick figure, but not a hulk, either. In her animal form, she is about the same build, with thick, plush white fur gifted and graced with black highlights along her paws, tail and ear tips. Lighter gray patterns also adorn the space below her vibrant eyes, orbs that retain their natural coloring, the ashy gray highlights sprinkled along her muzzle, and trickling along her lean back. A scarf of thick white fur drapes about her neck, and a healthy dose of bangs drips down into the side of her face. She has a tinkling laugh that charms most when they hear it, her sparkling, happy nature seeming to be the only style she knows, gifted with a free spirit and a love of life that is unparalleled by those around her. She is normally chipper and happy, always doing her best to bring cheer and zest to those around her, regardless of her own feelings, her own roiling emotions. She is a sensitive, deep thinker on the inside, something she masks and hides through a wall of music and a love of instruments, no matter the kind, though she only plays one fairly well: the guitar, and not the electric type, either. The older, acoustic kind where good amplification of sound is necessary for the song to be considered to have gone well. Despite this, her favorite kind of music is pop, though she'll listen to just about anything she can dance to, for she loves to lose herself on the dance floor and succumb to the beat of the music, finding herself again in the lyrics of the words. She is full of spunk and wit, and she'll never give up, no matter the odds or the circumstances, it doesn't matter to her if she's sorely outmatched, and she usually doesn't take orders very well, an oddity for one of her ranking and life style. In reality, though Kadence seems like a huge paradox, she is really just a young teen trying to find her way in life, make something of herself while committing to happiness and bringing joy to those around her, for she is deeply caring, and loves her pack to no end, willing to go to the ends of the earth for any single one of them, no matter their personal relationship. She has a good set of morals, and isn't afraid to stand her ground when it comes to maters of principle or right and wrong, even having been known to make her opinions clear to those who sorely outrank her, regardless of the consequences, though she is normally quite respectful in her own sense of the word. Her history hides scars of her past that she doesn't really like to talk about, but isn't beyond revealing if pushed far enough, for she has nothing to hide in her actions; she just dislikes the pitying stares that people give her after she reveals what happened to her, and she hates being comforted by others, feeling she needs to stand on her own feet and move past what happened to her in her own way.
Theme Song: Don't Think of Me by Dido
"A failure and disgrace I may very well be. But you won't be rid of me so easily."
Basic Information:
Name: Salem Godsend
Age: 18 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Army
Powers: Light element, terra
Mate: Max Caulfield
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 18 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Army
Powers: Light element, terra
Mate: Max Caulfield
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
Salem is a young fighter from the realm of Chernobyl, born and bred here, though he is from the farther reaches of the territory, a realm that the rest of the packs have not seen or heard of; he would very much like to keep it that way, if he can, for Salem led a disgraced life there. In his past, Salem was one of the noble Knights of the land, working alongside his brother, Lachlan, and their squad, which consisted of five wolves total, each of them laboring to keep both their borders, homeland, and surrounding areas safe and free of danger, a task not entrusted lightly, nor was it a very easy one. As such, Salem has seen his fair share of battles, has been in his own number of wars, always managing to keep his comrades protected. He has only lost a wolf once, and it haunts him still to this day, it is an experience he never wishes to repeat, under any circumstances or conditions. Salem was a highly respected and honorably considered Knight, for he was the epitome of the code, the most noble of earthly beings one could find, always trying to live right, to do the right thing, to ensure the safety and well-being of others before himself, gladly laying his life down on the line on several occasions, not minding the peace of death if it meant that his family and loved ones were safe, if his homelands were protected. But alas, it was not meant to be, for Salem fell in love with a very dangerous she-wolf, a female of his very own squad, a fae known as Marionette. Unbeknownst to Salem, she coveted the leadership of the pack, and so while they were together, she plotted and schemed, manipulated and killed mercilessly in order to get what she wanted most: the crown. The conniving female placed the blame upon Salem's shoulders, for the poor brute had no idea of the evil she was capable of, the atrocities she had committed, all so that she might rule the pack. Until one stormy night, it all came boiling to a head, erupted as a volatile volcano might, exploding and spilling over into the lives of all around, and all concerned. Salem had been summoned to his Alpha's chambers, and he humbly appeared, though he had a good idea of what the summonings was about, had a suspicion he was about to be arrested. Had the Alpha not been the sort to ask questions and speak with the accused, especially his most honorable of fighters, Salem would have been thrown into the dungeons that very instant, but instead, his leader spoke with him, came to realize that Salem was telling the truth, he was not the one behind the cowardly crimes committed, nor did he know who was. They devised a plan to capture the culprit in the act, a course of action to determine the true criminal once and for all. But alas, the plan was never put into action, for it was that very night that the mastermind struck the Alpha's chambers, attempting to end the older wolf's life then and there. The one responsible? His girlfriend, Marionette. Salem was shocked, and though he tried to reason with her, it was clear the fae would not hear him or repent, and so the two fought, Salem to protect his Alpha, and Marionette to end both of their lives, no matter the cost to herself. The Alpha ordered Salem to take her alive, so that she might be questioned and her motives determined fully, but the command came to late, the dangerous female had already forced Salem's jaws about her throat, the powerful maw snapping down in the same moment that the Alpha's words registered, the very second they reached his ears. As a result, the Alpha had no choice but to banish Salem for killing against orders, though it was understood why he had done it, the leader's paws were tied. And so Salem wandered for a good many years, until he met Max, and the two settled here, becoming close friends. In his human form, Salem is tall and lean, with a chiseled face and muscular form, honed from years of fighting experience and training; his hair is a thick, deep brown, often described as the color of mud, as are his eyes while in this form. His clothing is odd, for a disgraced Knight, he wears black form fitting pants, a pocket anchored to the right thigh, held up by a belt decorated with pouches along the left. His boots are black, and of the combat variety, his upper torso is clad in a black t-shirt, though this is not visible for the fact that he wears a light gray jacket over top of this soft fabric. This is further covered by a dirt brown coat worn on top of that, though the gray one pokes out a bit at the collars; his hands are covered in fingerless gloves, his age coming in at about 18 years old. In his wolf form, he is of average height, with a toned build, clearly muscled with a lean physique, his pelt is white with gray overtones, steel colored overlays that alternate his design greatly. His eyes are sapphire blue in this form; his elements include both light and earth, such as the rock upon which one stands.
Theme Song: Hello by Adele & Feel Again by OneRepublic
For the foreseeable future, Salem has been shelved.
The Avenged Souls
Being the strong, silent type, Elias has no need of a quote.
Basic Information:
Name: Elias Albright
Age: 17 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Omega
Powers: Pyro, Plasma, Healing (Others)
Mate: None
Children: None
Age: 17 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Omega
Powers: Pyro, Plasma, Healing (Others)
Mate: None
Children: None
Biography:
Elias, Omega of Avenged Souls, is, in a word, huge in both of his forms, a large imposing brute that really has no wish for harm in his heart, usually feared and shirked upon first meeting. In his human shape, he has creamy white skin, unmarred by scars or a hard life outdoors, though his existence has been anything but easy or even remotely happy, his hair is a light black, full and thick, sticking out along the sides, drooping down into his vibrant orange eyes, orbs the color of molten flame and hardening lava, as bright as the flames he controls, as smokey and hazed as the black cloud that rises from his fires, providing him a defense when others would use these marvelously colored orbs against him, would attempt to soul gaze and see into his past, their apparent murk clearing only when he is happy, joyful, or thrilled, something that never happens unless he is around those he loves unconditionally, such as his mate, Ebony. He wears a low cut tee of the gray variety, and a black jacket that covers his back side, decorated with a slew of intricate designs. There is a piercing in his chest, two in each of his eyes, his chin, and one in each ear as well, though the latter are hidden by the mopping mess he calls hair. He is usually found in blue jeans, black combat boots, and a pair of finger-less gloves adorn his hands. In his wolf form he has thick, fluffy fur that adds to his already imposing height, the hair shifting into bangs that hang constantly down into his eyes, the orbs still as orange as the day he was born, piercings occupying roughly the same places as in his human form, with the exception of a couple extra ones appearing in the front of his chin. His fur is a multitude of colors, a myriad of red, black, and tan, all of the shades coming together nicely, accenting one another without even consulting with the other, flowing in an easy pattern in haze, all the way to the tips of his magnificently large wings, the feathered appendages roughly half his size in his animal form, but as long as he is in his human shape, providing him an advantage in aerial battle, for he is quite the flyer when he so chooses to be. Elias is the strong, silent type, preferring not to speak or socialize, especially if it's about his past. He clams up when this topic comes about, averting his gaze and refusing any and all contact for days or even weeks afterwards, pulling away from those would have him a friend, who would name him as a close acquaintance. There are times he even goes so far as to disappear in times like these, if only to deal with the rising qualm of emotions that surge within him, to attempt to make sense of the harshities life has deemed to throw his way, things he keeps locked away deep in his heart. He hates when the more friendly wolves approach him, attempting to make friends, to force him into a social situation he has no great need or love for, and if he speaks at all, it's barely even a sentence, and he refuses to look them in the eye, turning his face away so that one can't read his expressions, though he is extremely loyal and protective to those who manage to break through his shell, to hammer through the dense wall that is his skull, those whose persistence granted them the rank of a friend, albeit a grudging and stony one. Elias would gladly die for those who get close to him, has no problem with throwing away his life if it means that another can live in his stead, can have an existence far happier and greater than his own. His temper is volatile and great, unpredictable when he is provoked, and for this reason, Elias will turn and walk away from an argument, fearing what the loss of control might entail for those around him, his pyro like powers giving him the ability to burn those who offend him to a crisp, if he so chooses, if he so deems fit when in the blackest of moods. He has no great love for pups, though his main duty lies in their care, finding them immensely irritating and increasingly hard to control and keep track of as the years go by, though he is only about seventeen. His gaze is cold and icy, walled and barriered to the hilt, formulated to keep out those who would wish to break him from his shell, a place he'll not leave easily, though on the inside, he can be quite the softy. He hates to see others suffer, especially those he likes or has grown attached to, and anyone who hurts them will face his eager wrath, his insane need for justice or vengeance, the urge to help and protect those around him sometimes becoming overwhelming. When he's not busy, he can be seen helping out around the camp, using his great wings and size to the advantage of all, aiding with repairs, hunting the larger game that could feed many, or taking the burden off of another packmate, allowing them a rest or breather as needed. If he likes you, the rejoice, for you've a friend for life, but get on his bad side, and you may never redeem yourself, invoking his wrath for any and all things he views as unjust.
Theme Song: Bring me Back to Life by Extreme Music & My Demons by Starset
"That's my boy - I knew I raised him right."
Basic Information:
Name: Martha Cullen
Age: 40 in human years, 6 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Omega
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Jake (deceased); single
Children: Elias
Age: 40 in human years, 6 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Omega
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Jake (deceased); single
Children: Elias
Biography:
Information is pending; she is Elias' mother and the she-wolf who raised him. She also holds the rank of Omega.
Theme Song: Pending
For the foreseeable future, Martha has been shelved.
No quote as of yet.
Basic Information:
Name: Cassander Pendragon
Age: 16 in human years; 1 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Undetermined
Powers: Pyro
Mate: None
Children: None
Age: 16 in human years; 1 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Undetermined
Powers: Pyro
Mate: None
Children: None
Biography:
Information is pending, for now nothing of his past, or of himself, is publicly known.
Theme Song: Pending
No quote as of yet.
Basic Information:
Name: Elijah Albright
Age: 50 in human years, 10 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Alpha, Omega
Powers: Pyro, lunar
Mate: Tandy (deceased)
Children: Yuki, Elias
Age: 50 in human years, 10 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Alpha, Omega
Powers: Pyro, lunar
Mate: Tandy (deceased)
Children: Yuki, Elias
Fun Facts:
Affairs: Martha
Though he was mated to Tandy at the time, Elijah had an affair with an Omega of his pack who was already mated, a she-wolf named Martha, whom he admired for her sarcastic defiance and her rather...odd...way of looking at things. He forced her to have the affair with him one night when they were all alone, after he'd ordered her to accompany him on a hunting patrol with the claim he was raising the Omegas' duties, and thus wished to demonstrate the profound level of his new expectations. Well, he demonstrated something alright: his undeniable need for the unusual female that walked within his ranks, taking her often throughout the dark of the hours, and forbidding her from ever breathing a word of it once they returned home. Though the rest of the pack suspected such atrocity, it was common place in the land of their birth, as females, especially Omegas, were considered little more than property, mere possessions that the men could do whatever they wished with, despite the female's own feelings regarding the matter. As such, he was shocked when Martha came to him one night to inform her she was pregnant, and that the child was his. How dare she, he accused, bring him an heir when he had no use of one - Tandy was already heavy with child at the same time. To this Martha, rendered more cynical than usual after her ordeal, retorted it hadn't just been her - he was just as equally responsible as she, for after all, he was the sire. This angered the proud Alpha, though there was nothing he could do about it, for he wouldn't kill the child. Not yet. First he would let it grow, allow it to prove itself worthy of his devotion and love, if it ever made it that far in life, that was, and went unclaimed by the elements and dangers ever present in the mountains, even when in the presence of a pack. And so Martha gave birth shortly after Tandy, a few mere months later, actually, resulting in both a daughter and a son for Elijah, though he kept the latter child's heritage a secret to the last, only revealing it when he confronted both of his children on the pack lands of the Avenged, after he had gained control over Chloe. A control that thankfully, did not last, as the young girl witnessed Elijah turn on both her and his own family in the insanity that was his quest for vengeance.
Though he was mated to Tandy at the time, Elijah had an affair with an Omega of his pack who was already mated, a she-wolf named Martha, whom he admired for her sarcastic defiance and her rather...odd...way of looking at things. He forced her to have the affair with him one night when they were all alone, after he'd ordered her to accompany him on a hunting patrol with the claim he was raising the Omegas' duties, and thus wished to demonstrate the profound level of his new expectations. Well, he demonstrated something alright: his undeniable need for the unusual female that walked within his ranks, taking her often throughout the dark of the hours, and forbidding her from ever breathing a word of it once they returned home. Though the rest of the pack suspected such atrocity, it was common place in the land of their birth, as females, especially Omegas, were considered little more than property, mere possessions that the men could do whatever they wished with, despite the female's own feelings regarding the matter. As such, he was shocked when Martha came to him one night to inform her she was pregnant, and that the child was his. How dare she, he accused, bring him an heir when he had no use of one - Tandy was already heavy with child at the same time. To this Martha, rendered more cynical than usual after her ordeal, retorted it hadn't just been her - he was just as equally responsible as she, for after all, he was the sire. This angered the proud Alpha, though there was nothing he could do about it, for he wouldn't kill the child. Not yet. First he would let it grow, allow it to prove itself worthy of his devotion and love, if it ever made it that far in life, that was, and went unclaimed by the elements and dangers ever present in the mountains, even when in the presence of a pack. And so Martha gave birth shortly after Tandy, a few mere months later, actually, resulting in both a daughter and a son for Elijah, though he kept the latter child's heritage a secret to the last, only revealing it when he confronted both of his children on the pack lands of the Avenged, after he had gained control over Chloe. A control that thankfully, did not last, as the young girl witnessed Elijah turn on both her and his own family in the insanity that was his quest for vengeance.
Biography:
Though Elijah is dead now, he was the father of both Yuki and Elias, grandfather to Chloe, Raiden and Luna; his features are seen in a variety of ways in all generations of his family. He was tall, though not as tall as his son, coming in at a healthy 5'7" and his weight was little on the heavy side due to his older age. Both his eyes and hair were red as blood, a deep, flashing crimson that sent chills into the spines and hearts of all he met and all who dared to look into those crazed orbs. At one time in his youth, he was quite muscular and powerful, though that lean edge has been taken off due to old age, he is still quite strong and strapping for one of his generation and era. His skin is not pale as ashes, but nor it is as tan and hardened as leather, falling into a nice tone between the two rather drastic hues, a single piercing is anchored in his chin; ordinarily, he was seen in a black tee shirt and white jacket, which shows blood stains relatively easily, something Elijah doesn't care if he flaunts, taking pride in his skills and attributes that remain. In his wolf form, he was a rather larger than average wolf, though not as big as some. He would use his size to his advantage, as well as his dark powers, employing a cunning, deadly mind as well. His fur was a thick, healthy black, and a pair of wings resided upon his sides while his eyes remained a demonic red. The wings were visible in wolf form only, he was never able to carry them over to his human figure. Elijah was a cold, cruel, and manipulating man. He was very dangerous, having the ability to talk smoothly and make almost any lie he told believable and convincing, preferring to prey on the young, raising them in his hold and welcoming them into his fold, turning them against their families and friends. He had a craving for control that could never be sated, no matter what he did, no matter what feat he managed to accomplish, and when crossed, he would punish harshly without the slightest hesitation, often prone to blind fits of rage, tempered with the cool, calm and collected demeanor it would take to think through dire situations, giving him an edge in stressful battle. He was prone to vengeance, and was known for his smooth talking and deception, the fact that he always had a plan, though his true, maniacal self would show through when his plots were overturned and his control wrested from him. He was a dark character willing to go to no ends to achieve his goals, as witnessed by the shameless way in which he manipulated and brainwashed his own grandchild so that he might regain control of her family and turn them against one another, teach them a lesson for betraying and abandoning him.
Theme Song: This is Halloween by Marilyn Manson
Please note that Elijah is dead.
Loners
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the social type."
Basic Information:
Name: Leah Cothern
Age: 32 in human years, 4 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Loner
Powers: Aqua, lunar, self healing
Mate: Takumi (Taki)
Children: Aiden Levon
Age: 32 in human years, 4 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Loner
Powers: Aqua, lunar, self healing
Mate: Takumi (Taki)
Children: Aiden Levon
Biography:
Leah is a quiet one, not one for company or friendship. She hates interactions with others, and often her sentences are one or two word affairs, it's a rare occurrence to get more than that; as a result she isolates herself from any and all, and her social skills are practically nonexistent. She has quite a temper as well, and is death defyingly loyal to those who manage to gain her scant trust. She's very blunt, and if pushed, will tell it like it is, she has no qualms about holding back and no use or concern for being overly kind, or even toning down her language and opinions a bit, sometimes coming off as a rather brash and bold personality style, though any courage is an extension of her other emotions. She hates to reveal any more of her body than she must, and she always wears a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, with a pair of dusk brown boots to protect her fragile feet. Her hair is a long, flowing, electric blue color that cascades down her shoulders in waves, trailing down her back when her hood is down. She is pale, her complexion revealing she hasn't spent much time in the sunlight in her young age of fifteen years, and her height is on the small side, coming in at five foot even. Her wolf form is just as small, just as slender and lithe with beautiful, thick and lush black fur adorned with blinding white highlights. In human form her eyes are inky black, the color of the unending night, but in her lupine figure, they are the color of the sea, a strange bluish green. She is nervous and fidgety indoors, hating to be cramped and trapped in a place she feels she can not escape, and so she tries to remain outside as much as possible. She often keeps to herself and is not open or up for talking about herself, especially to strangers. Her history is a tragic one, as Leah's parents never really loved each other and her home life, as a result, was terrible. Her grandparents arranged the marriage of her sire and dam, and the union, as previously stated, was not a happy one, for Leah's father harbored a dark secret. He was abusive, having a macabre taste for beating on those who were powerless against him. He so abused Leah's mother, and strong though the woman was, she decided she'd had enough when she became pregnant. So she made him a deal: She would give the babe up for adoption if it was a boy and leave him so he could have his twisted desires with whomever he wished, for he already cheated, and if it was a girl, she would leave the child in his care to take her place as his punching bag. Low and behold, the baby was a girl, for it was Leah. Her mother, as promised, left her in her father's care and disappeared, not really having wanted any offspring anyway. Leah was abused mentally, physically, and emotionally while under her father's roof, but that was all, and that was enough. It molded Leah into the wolf she is today, and now that she has left, she never wishes to go back, and even now is on the run from his horrid clutches. Though she has met and fell in love with Takumi, and she is willing to give the relationship a chance, make it work, she has no family that she claims, for they have never given her any reason or desire to do so.
Theme Song: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift & Chalk Outline by 3 Days Grace
For the foreseeable future, Leah has been shelved.
"Do you hear that? Can you hear...them? They're the voices of the dead, just begging for a listen."
Basic Information:
Name: Aiden Levon Cothern
Age: 16 in human years, 1 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Loner
Powers: Shaman
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 16 in human years, 1 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Loner
Powers: Shaman
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
He is the first born son of Leah and Takumi, making him a loner by birth and blood. Unlike his mother, Leah, Aiden Levon is not unnecessarily closed off and withdrawn, though he is careful in who he chooses as friends; those he counts among his small realm as such are few and far between, and many are humbled he chooses to socialize with them at all, for Aiden is unusually shy and timid upon first meeting a new soul, a different person with whom he has no experience or connection too. He takes a good deal to warm up to someone, though he is unerringly loyal and steadfastly anchored in his beliefs. He stands up for what he believes is right, and won't back down, displaying a strong back bone and powerful will to live and fight for what is considered right and just, noble and honorable. Though it sometimes seems he is rather submissive, like his father, this is far from the truth, as Aiden is two sides of one coin. On the one hand he seems to be meek and bending, able to be broken to one's whims and wills with very little effort; but on the other hand, he has the strong dominant mind set his mother so often displays, the stubborn nature that bows to no one, having been born a good medium between the two personalities of the parents he loves so dearly. He is very sweet, caring, and thoughtful, having deeper insights and thinking processes, pondering the meaning of life and its many intricacies as he tries to find his way in the world, find his place and be happy, to grow into what he is meant to be and fulfill his inevitable destiny. In his human form he is of average height, with a mess of dusk brown hair that falls radically about his head, his facial features are chiseled and masculine, his body skinny and lean, not yet having gained the muscle tone and strength he will need in his adult years, something that will undeniably happen during his training. The eyes are a bright, vibrant green, the color of summer and ferns in the midst of bloom, grass in the heat of the day; the depths of the orbs are marvelous and easy to get lost in, the gentle soul that lies within clear and evident through the passionate way in which he looks at his world and environment. He normally wears a black short sleeved shirt with a higher collar, though it opens up about his chest in a v cut; black cargo pants adorn his lower half, and a bracelet given to him by his parents hangs by his left wrist. His animal form is also of average height, though the build is streamlined and clearly meant for speed rather than strength; his fur is an ashy gray, with only to very faint white points above his sky blue eyes, for in this figure, they change color, just like his mother's. Aiden Levon will answer to either of his names, he doesn't really care what he is called as long as it's not insulting, having been known as either or his entire life. His paws are smooth and strong, his muzzle slender and chiseled, much like the mien he holds in his human form, the look transferring nicely into his lupine figure. The pelt is thick and sleek, the nose a darker hue of the same shade of gray, the claws a nice, firmly colored black. His tail is short, having been bitten off by a badger in his younger days, when he initially met his best friend, Kenda.
Theme Song: Pending
For the foreseeable future, Aiden has been shelved.
"Just be yourself. I love you for you - nothing more, nothing less."
Basic Information:
Name: Genevieve Doubleblade
Age: 20 in human years, 3 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Fighter
Powers: None
Mate: Akimitsu
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 20 in human years, 3 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Fighter
Powers: None
Mate: Akimitsu
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
Genevieve Doubleblade is a young wolf whose fur is black as an ace of spades, splattered and splotched with some gray highlights, located so that they might further set off the beautiful dark color that makes up her appearance and covers her wolfish body. The eyes are a deep golden shade, the color that the sun was once said to be, their vibrancy sparking deep thought and astonishment in those who meet her for the first time. Her frame is small, slender, with a light, willowy build generously given a lean edge by all the hard years of her life, the trials in which she has so fearlessly faced. Her paws are as small as can be, giving her a swift, agile edge in battle, and though she is not as strong as some of the larger wolves, her cunning and conniving battle methods more than make up for it. Her human figure is just as small, just as slender, with a form that comes in at 5'2", her weight lighter since she is a warrior and she keeps her body in shape, her figure a pretty petite; black hair coming down to lie upon her shoulders, the eyes retaining the same golden shade. She wears a low cut shirt that cuts off in a v shape at the tapering point of her chest, revealing only what she must of her body, with a red overshirt and white jacket splashed with crimson markings over that; black pants clad her lower half, a wicked looking belt curves about her waist. Gloves cover her hands, the cuffs flaring out at her wrists, surrounded by a couple of leather straps, the buckles only just visible when she moves. Genevieve is a complex wolf, having many sides to her personality, though her main, dominant one is of a quiet, thinking nature. She prefers her own company to that of others, because many consider her strange or weird, though she will allow others to enter her presence if they present no threat to her safety; many believe upon first seeing her that the hard years of her life have beaten her down and made her timid, gloomy, and meek, even, but this is most assuredly not the case. Genevieve just doesn't really speak out much due to the opinions and attitudes she's faced in the past, but if provoked, or if her belief in something is strong, she will do so, no matter the consequences to her. She can be quite blunt, speaking what is on her mind exactly as it appears on her brain, or she can be quite tactful, speaking in surprisingly educated sentences to make her point clear. She is steadfastly loyal to any and all who gain her trust, and once she befriends someone, she will never leave their side. She also has a bright, happy, and rather annoyingly chipper part to her, though to see this particular aspect of her personality is rare, and only shown to close friends and family, of which she currently has none, and she is quite the ferocious fighter when angered or driven to the edge, or pushed to her breaking point. Her self esteem is unusually low, due to the history she refuses to speak of; she is also quite stubborn, her weapons include two swords and a gun, since she has no other powers herself, and she is highly skilled with both. Genevieve has fallen deeply in love with Akimitsu, and would do anything for him. She adores everything about her new mate, and accepts every little flaw he has with a smile, for as long as they're together, she couldn't care less about his imperfections, since she has many of her own. She is very protective of him, knowing how he abhors violence and killing, and though she knows he disapproves of her rank as fighter, she can't help that it is her true calling and the best rank suited for her abilities. Genevieve will stand up for her mate at any time, no matter the cost to herself, and has vowed to shield him from the things that torture him or cause him pain as best she can.
Theme Song: Bet on it by Zac Efferon
For the foreseeable future, Genevieve has been shelved.