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The Enlightened
"Just be yourself. I love you for you - nothing more, nothing less."
Basic Information:
Name: Genevieve Doubleblade
Age: 25 in human years, 3 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Fighter
Powers: Endurance, agility
Mate: Akimitsu
Children: Chrysanthemum, Zeke
Age: 25 in human years, 3 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Fighter
Powers: Endurance, agility
Mate: Akimitsu
Children: Chrysanthemum, Zeke
Biography:
Genevieve 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; 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 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 Aki 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. Her history is a sad one, Gen came from a pack that treated females as inferior, and she was often picked on, bullied, and made to believe she was absolutely worthless. Since meeting Aki her confidence has grown, and though her self esteem has improved, she has changed little. She was a part of the original Evantide Pack, back when Vawn was the Alpha, when Demonfrost ran what was once known as Night Flight. She upheld her position of warrior in the ensuing battles and waging wars, holding her beliefs and commands in the highest regards, doing what she could where she could, and performing to the best of her abilities. She often wonders if her skills had just been a bit sharper, if her wits a bit quicker, if she could have changed things, spared her own Alphess Doku some pain, though in her heart of hearts, the young fae knows she had done all she could, and she, a lowly commoner, is unable to alter the time or sands of fate.
Theme Song: Bet on it by Zac Efferon
For the foreseeable future, Genevieve has been shelved.
"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: Fighter
Powers: Earth element, light element
Mate: Max Caulfield
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 18 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Powers: Earth element, light element
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
"Life will always be boring if you don't learn to spice it up - come on, go buy yourself a sense of adventure and explore with me!"
Basic Information:
Name: Chrysanthemum Doubleblade
Age: 5 in human years, 6 months in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Pup
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Too young for such.
Children: Definitely too young for such.
Age: 5 in human years, 6 months in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Pup
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Too young for such.
Children: Definitely too young for such.
Biography:
Chrysanthemum is the child of Akimitsu and Genevieve, and younger sister to her only other sibling, Zeke. Like her mother, she is smaller, far tinier than her elder litter mate, but this doesn't stop her, oh no, quite the contrary. In fact, Chrys, as she is often called for short, is a hyperactive, rambunctious little thing that hardly ever stops going, it is rare for her to sit still, to listen to her elders, and to obey what she is told, instead this fae is at the opposite end of the spectrum, a total difference from her brother. Where he is quiet and cautious, a momma's boy, to a certain extent, Chrys is loud and demanding, where he would rather hang back and listen to their parents, Chrys is charging forward, exploring new terrain, and getting into new heights of trouble. She is friendly, though a bit shy at first, and she often speaks before she thinks; the same goes for her actions: Chrys would rather dive right in and make herself at home, dealing with the consequences as she goes, instead of meticulously planning and plotting, observing everything and pondering every little aspect that could go wrong. Chrys is rather headstrong and stubborn, a tad confident, and often overzealous, easily excited. A good word for the youngster is vivacious, though many also call her annoying, though it doesn't faze her. She is also quite reckless, when it comes down to it, in addition to being rather hotheaded at times, occasionally losing control of her temper. In her human form, she is a young girl at about the age of 13; her hair is long, like her mother's, and a darker shade of brown, clearly inherited from her father. Her skin is a pale, creamy white, her eyes are a piercing blue, also gleaned from her paternal side, in addition to her taller, skinnier figure, she as of yet lacks sufficient curves, though, like most things, this doesn't faze her. Chrys wears a light colored shirt that is technically considered sleeveless, only having a couple strips of fabric to wrap about her upper shoulders, the acromial aspect of her figure; an "m" is the dominant design of this outfit, accompanied by blue jeans and black boots, to permit the ease of movement about the territory when she goes out roaming against her parents' wishes. She wears black sleeves along her forearms and wrists in addition, simply because she likes the look they create and believes it to be cool, the very reason she also wears a small brown hat upon her head, though the type is unknown. In her animal form she has white fur that is patterned with a light gray, further mixed with her mother's black and her father's red, keeping her light blue eye color, and a smaller physique.
Theme Song: Here I Am by Bryan Adams
For the foreseeable future, Chrys has been shelved.
The Embedded
Being the strong, silent type, Elias has no need for a quote.
Basic Information:
Name: Elias Albright
Age: 30 in human years, 6 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Omega
Powers: Flight, fire element
Mate: Crystal
Children: Ilencia (deceased), Devin (deceased), Romeo, Franny, Angel, Legacy, Ember, Cloud
Age: 30 in human years, 6 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Omega
Powers: Flight, fire element
Mate: Crystal
Children: Ilencia (deceased), Devin (deceased), Romeo, Franny, Angel, Legacy, Ember, Cloud
Fun Facts:
Previous Mate: Maria
She divorced Elias after the Beta of their pack and Elias' best friend, Canvas, brainwashed her into doing so. While he was at it, he also turned the entire pack against him, as he desired Elias' position as Alpha of their small family. Since he couldn't turn Ilencia and Devin against their father, and he had no wish for pups himself, Canvas first stripped Elias of his position, revealed his mate's betrayal, and as the ultimate act of spite, ordered Maria to kill her son and daughter in front of Elias so that he would lose hope and break the pyromancer male of his once fierce spirit. Broken and ashamed at his own wretched helplessness and inability to save his offspring, Elias buried his two tiny children's' bodies and wandered until he found Embedded, where he settled as an Omega with nary a word as to the tragic era that was his past and history - to this day, the only one aware of the demons that haunt him is Crystal, and it is with her that he adopted both Romeo and Franny, who later grew up and left the pack of their own accord and will. Shortly after the adoption, Crystal birthed Angel and Legacy, who have both grown into fine young adults of their respective packs. Afterward came their newest and youngest litter - twin girls Ember and Cloud, who, like it or not, represent the ever fickle elements of light and darkness.
She divorced Elias after the Beta of their pack and Elias' best friend, Canvas, brainwashed her into doing so. While he was at it, he also turned the entire pack against him, as he desired Elias' position as Alpha of their small family. Since he couldn't turn Ilencia and Devin against their father, and he had no wish for pups himself, Canvas first stripped Elias of his position, revealed his mate's betrayal, and as the ultimate act of spite, ordered Maria to kill her son and daughter in front of Elias so that he would lose hope and break the pyromancer male of his once fierce spirit. Broken and ashamed at his own wretched helplessness and inability to save his offspring, Elias buried his two tiny children's' bodies and wandered until he found Embedded, where he settled as an Omega with nary a word as to the tragic era that was his past and history - to this day, the only one aware of the demons that haunt him is Crystal, and it is with her that he adopted both Romeo and Franny, who later grew up and left the pack of their own accord and will. Shortly after the adoption, Crystal birthed Angel and Legacy, who have both grown into fine young adults of their respective packs. Afterward came their newest and youngest litter - twin girls Ember and Cloud, who, like it or not, represent the ever fickle elements of light and darkness.
Biography:
Elias is a rather large wolf with a vast variety of colors in his fur, its tones ranging and changing from every inch of his body, every corner of his lean frame. The base coat is a deep, crimson red, as if his coloring were stained with the freshest of blood, a light tan and dusty black covering and accenting different parts of his body, decorating the edges of his wings, his long, flowing tail, neck, shoulders, and back. His paws are covered in fluff, and his toes range in tone; there are several piercings in his face. Two lurk in his left ear, one on each corner of both his eyes, and two in his chin, flashing and gleaming when they catch the light, their bright silver very noticeable upon first meeting this intimidating wolf. In reality, Elias is a large ball of floof, half of his height coming from the thick pelt of fur that covers his rather lanky frame, bangs drape down the sides of his face, sometimes hanging in the corners of his eyes, and he has a tuft sticking up on each ear, giving him a rather goofy look when he becomes curious and cocks his head at an odd angle; his eyes are a vibrant orange, like the color of the most heated flame. In his human form he is tall, well over the six foot mark, more in the neighborhood of 6'5", and his weight is the appropriate level and range for one of his age and size. He appears to be in his early twenties in this form, with a thick shock of black hair, wild bangs that hang in his eyes, and a finely honed, well muscled figure that holds his frame well. He is lean, his wings just as large and vibrant as ever, for he is able to retain them even in this particular state. He is usually dressed in black clothing, primarily a black hoodie and jeans; combat boots accompany his feet, hidden and riddled with knives he uses for self defense or to protect the pups he watches. Elias is the strong, silent type, preferring not to socialize with others. He doesn't like to talk about his past or history, and clams up when anyone asks him about it, refusing to speak at all. He prefers to stand on his own feet, and hates to accept help from anyone or anything, liking to go it alone, though he is willing to help any of his pack mates or those who manage to get close to him. He is extremely loyal, and will forever stand by someone's side, no matter their own past, history, or mistakes. If he likes you, he likes you, if you get on his bad side, you'll have a lifelong enemy, for he does not forgive easily, and his temper is great, as flammable and volatile as the flames he controls. Elias is also protective of those in his pack, and will do anything to keep them from harm, no matter the cost to himself, or the consequences of his actions. It is especially towards his mate and offspring, though this is due to the past briefly alluded to in earlier texts. His family has had a rough time since all the changes and the wars that plagued the land, but Elias, though he bears new wounds and scars, is still much the same, only minor details tweaking here and there, in the least noticeable of places. Though he seems inapproachable and distant, he really is quite tenderhearted and caring to those he becomes attached to, as is evidenced by his tendency to go out of his way to please and aid those in his good graces.
Theme Song: Bring me Back to Life by Extreme Music & My Demons by Starset
Please note, Elias is presumed dead.
"I can't afford to feel anything - to do so would bring only disaster. For I am Legacy Albright, the bringer of the storm."
Basic Information:
Name: Legacy Albright
Age: 20 in human years, 4 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Powers: Weather element
Mate: None as of yet; not interested or looking.
Children: None as of yet; would first require a mate.
Age: 20 in human years, 4 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Powers: Weather element
Mate: None as of yet; not interested or looking.
Children: None as of yet; would first require a mate.
Biography:
Quiet and withdrawn, Legacy has always been the watchful, observant type who would rather wait and observe rather than leap right in no questions asked; the perfect embodiment of maturity and discipline. He is not the type of wolf to wing it, to just throw caution to the winds and take life as it is day by day. No, he is the one who stands back, thinks long and hard about each move before he makes it, and then only acts when he is convinced it is of the best action and course, the most feasible choice in all matters concerned. He doesn't talk much - a trait inherited from his father - and when he does, it is usually matter of fact and precise, as well as a roundabout manner showing a sharp intelligence and keen mind, though he often disguises it in the throes and depths of the pack, being a mere hunter himself, tasked with providing food and nourishment for those around him, as Legacy isn't exactly what one would call a fighter, not by nature, though he'll do whatever it takes to protect the pack and keep his family and familial lines safe and ensure they are well and whole. He is very protective of those he loves, and would never turn his back on or abandon one in need, it's just not who he is or how he is - underneath the icy exterior, Legacy does have tender heart, after all. He is kind and caring when one can get past his seemingly ice coated shell, though many have described him as cold and calculating, a matter of fact nature, he has been, in addition, gifted with a loyal heart, though Legacy is not as gullible as some would believe him to be. Just because he is young does not make him stupid, or even remotely close. He is aware of his age, and knows that he is not all powerful, that he is not all intelligent, and he often attempts to compensate for that by accepting and learning the facts of the trade, and coming to terms with his fate and life around him. One of the reasons many speculate he is so closed off is in part due to his past - being the child of Elias, an Omega, and Crystal, a huntress, he seems to have inherited his father's attitude and outlook on life, in some aspect and sense, seeing as he is quiet, though not antisocial, and withdrawn; he will socialize, if given the chance and made to feel it is alright and acceptable to do so. Some advise these traits are present because he was separated from his mother and sister, left with only his father in his younger years, at the time of the war, when Vawn, an Alpha of another pack, was killed. The two of them wandered until Legacy reached his teens, when they found the remaining survivors of the pack and rejoined their small family. Another theory for his quiet is attributed to the fact that among other things, Legacy has the ability to control the weather, a great and awesome power he did not ask for, but one he was crafted with nonetheless. He strives to seek its potential and control it, all without bringing doom and gloom upon his pack mates, and he has found, in essence, that one way of doing such is to close himself off and feel as little as possible, though he still deals with quite a few emotions and scenarios. So instead, since he can't shut the emotions off completely any more than he can stop breathing, Legacy has removed himself from the pack as far as is feasible, becoming distant and cold, like the northern winds that blow through the far reaching mountains. In his human form, he much resembles his father, Elias, with thick black hair and a pale skin tone that rivals even the fairest of wolves, with eyes that are as blue as the icy snow in the middle of winter, a gift, no doubt, from his mother, whose fur has long ago darkened from its original pristine white, something Legacy hopes will not happen to him, as he rather likes his white fur, it is thick and plush, and helps him to blend in with the surroundings during the cold bite of the winter, in the midst of the hardest times to hunt. He is shorter than his father, however, in both his human and animal forms, not quite reaching the awesome height that the more fiery toned male has reached in his elder years and older days. Another good word for his description would be that of dignified, though recently he seems to have become more embittered, as his prized elder sister, Angel, has left the Embedded pack with her mate and childhood friend, Daemon, to join the Haunted, a vile group of wolves that Legacy had always hoped Angel would be shielded from, and the steady rock that was his father, the anchor of his presence, is now gone, lost in the second great move the packs experienced when forced once more to uproot their lives and find themselves a new home. Legacy still regrets not being able to find his sire's body and give him the proper burial he deserved. All of his life, though he was the younger sibling, he had sought to protect Angel's carefree innocence from the bad and insensitive negativity in the world, a goal in which he has utterly failed, considering the current circumstances and events. As a result, he failed in his given mission, and seeing as his sister let their family down by doing such, hurt their father to no end by joining with the enemy, as well as exposed herself to an era in which she would be given a rude awakening, he feels as if a wedge has been driven between the two of them, and as such, Legacy finds he will no longer talk or speak to her, perhaps not even if his very life depended on it, nor can he ever forgive himself for failing his father in the fire themed male's greatest time of need.
Theme Song: Pending
"Life is much to short for brooding and living in what ifs. What you do or where you go doesn't matter to me, so long as you're both happy and free."
Basic Information:
Name: Glitch Andersons
Age: 19 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Healer
Powers: Space & Time Fabric Manipulation
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 19 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Healer
Powers: Space & Time Fabric Manipulation
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
Glitch is a young male of the average age near 14 years, a mere initiate in the pack he now calls home. Unlike most of the apprentices in the pack, Glitch was not born and raised within the confines of Embedded, no, he hails from lands in the surrounding Chernobyl instead of the terrain set within the vast and beautiful, although deadly, landscape where the pack now makes its home. He is quite the talker, and very charming, when he wishes to be, rather flirtatious, when it comes to the ladies, though he has a good heart and the best of intentions. Glitch grew up to a pair of loners by the names of Guarder and Lina, parents whose first litter died save for one pup: Glitch's elder brother, Crow, who no longer resides with the familial unit, seeing as their mother believed him to be the harbinger of death and all. Glitch is from their second litter, a group of siblings that suffered a similar fate, though their mother never labeled Glitch as a harbinger of death and famine, she did call him an anomaly of nature, declaring he should never have been born; in essence, this is what has given Glitch his name, as Lina, his own mother, believed him to be a trick of the rules governing the world, a cruel joke at the cost of his parents' expense, as he was the only one to survive of their second set of children as well, in addition to the fact that he was supposed to be a girl, according to his parents, who had hoped for a litter of all females. Glitch was the only male born to his litter, the rest of the four, his three sisters, followed the regulation his parents had set forth, but not Glitch. He was the only boy, and he was the only pup that did not die of disease and illness, granting him some strange immune system that made him impervious to disease, or so his parents thought, though this is far from the truth. In reality, Glitch is just the average young wolf, with only one power to speak of, though it is a great one and not to be taken lightly, no family to call his own any longer besides his parents and Crow, and well, his parents he no longer claims, with understandable reason. He was mistreated, abused, made fun of. Put down and cast aside, labeled as worthless, like his elder sibling, all because he was not what his mother Lina wanted. Glitch's parents were also very superstitious, by nature, which lent some of the defining features of their child rearing techniques, and some of their beliefs when it came to the pups they sired and birthed. Since the couple had prayed for all females this go round, Glitch's very birth and existence was blasphemy in their eyes, and so he was treated as such, so much so that when he became old enough, like his brother before him, Glitch left. He wandered aimlessly for a bit, an average period of two years, until he met Angel, daughter of Crystal and Elias, and decided to join the ranks of Embedded as an Initiate, since it beat the alternative of sleeping alone and relying only on himself for survival. He's still unsure of what he wants to do with his life, considering the path of healer, but he has done his best to put the past behind him, to learn and grow from his mistakes, and to take the fate of life day by day, relishing in the sensation of merely being alive. In short, he has attempted to come to terms with himself, accepting that he is who he is and can never change that, despite what his parents might think, and he's going to life his life the way he wants, and to the fullest extent possible. He is rather cheerful, happy go lucky, and a bit of a prankster, he loves to joke and frolic about in the territory and clearing aimlessly, with nothing greater on his mind than what the next catch of the hunt will be. In his human form, he is gifted with an average size, as mentioned previously, with a shock of red hair the color of fire in the midst of day, when day still roamed this realm, and eyes the shade of embers dying away in the night. His skin is a pale cream color, his frame a lanky one that has yet to fill out, though in his wolf form, he has black and brown fur of various shades, a coat entirely different than one might think, though he retains the red hue of his eyes. While in human figure, he loves to wear all things warm, such as hoodies and sweatshirts, or jackets that he can pull over his head to hide his face when he's feeling lonely or down. His single power, his only ability, is that of space and time fabric manipulation - simply put, Glitch has the power to temporarily alter the very fabric of time and space to modify events as he sees fit. In essence, he causes things to quite literally "glitch," hence another consideration for his name, and one of the reasons he gets by with so many of his pranks. Some might argue this power is too much for an airhead like Glitch, but what can one do besides simply try to guide him on the correct path and teach him some form or semblance of responsibility?
Theme Song: Counting Stars by OneRepublic
"You thought it was just the shadows that were dark? Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but you may want to rethink that theory."
Basic Information:
Name: Ember Albright
Age: 13 years human form, 1 1/2 wolf form
Gender: Female
Rank: Initiate
Future Rank: Unsure
Powers: Black flame element
Mate: Too young for such.
Children: Too young for such.
Age: 13 years human form, 1 1/2 wolf form
Gender: Female
Rank: Initiate
Future Rank: Unsure
Powers: Black flame element
Mate: Too young for such.
Children: Too young for such.
Biography:
Ember is the child of Elias and Crystal, and the eldest daughter out of her litter. Her information is pending, and will come soon.
Theme Song: Joan by Heather Dale
The Broken
"Eh. As you can see, I'm not quite completely sane. You'll get used to it."
Basic Information:
Name: Remington Welling
Age: 65 in human years, 8 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Powers: Echolocation, control of moths
Mate: Reaper
Children: Rowena, Reign
Age: 65 in human years, 8 1/2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Powers: Echolocation, control of moths
Mate: Reaper
Children: Rowena, Reign
Biography:
Remington is a Hunter of Broken, only having recently joined the ranks of the pack he now calls home. This male is of an average size, with thick black fur in his lupine form scattered with lighter highlights, areas that are not quite as black as the night that surrounds them, more of a softer blackish gray tone. He has broad shoulders, and a well muscled form, one that fits his rank, along with a body gifted with a few scars littered here and there to mark his age old profession, injuries wrought from a stray kick here and there from a bit of venison before he managed to bring it down; his eyes are a clear and cloudless blue, the color the sky once was back in the olden days, before it became the star studded ebony canvas portrait it is today; when angered or provoked, these orbs take on a rather icy hue that sends the younger wolves running for the hills and pups to their mothers. The face is rather stern and powerful, though handsome all the same, with a long muzzle, healthy pink tongue that just happens to be a bit longer than the average muscle, and a softer pink undertone to the inside of his ears, which are also decorated with ridges on their insides, much like a bat's. The fangs are long and white, oddly spaced the further back from his muzzle one comes, it looks as if he may have lost one or two over the years, though none appear to have been chipped or broken, a miracle for one of his ranking. In addition to the inner ridges and gentle pink coloring, Remington's ears are long and pointed, an oddity for one of his breed, and his age, as this particular male is older, though he is not anywhere near ancient, and nowhere close to retiring and taking a place along the elders. In fact, he still has quite a bit of fight left in him, with a fierce temper and dry humor to go along with his cynical attitude, a pessimistic outlook on life if anyone has ever seen one, though he is willing to joke in a rather sarcastic manner. His comments are often considered snide, and he has a nasty habit of muttering beneath his breath over things he finds disagreeable, even if he doesn't outright raise cane and cause a panic immediately. He tends to stalk, for he keeps his head at about shoulder level, and his movements are often quick and determined, filled with purpose and knowledge, his ever vigilant mind keeping a close eye upon his surroundings and those that might do him, or the pack, harm. The fur is short, but thick and fluffy, a nice coat for the winter, but one that is rather bothersome in the summer months. In his human form, Remington is about 6 ft even, at the taller range, though not nearly as large as some that are found within the land of Chernobyl. His hair is long, with a silver sheen that glimmers beautifully in the moonlight, the soft strands surprisingly well cared for, hanging down to the tops of his shoulders, gently caressing the edge of his collar bone, lightly kissing the skin in a feathered style not commonly seen on men; his eyes remain the same cloudless ice blue, his frame is leanly muscled, rock hard and iron clad, the abdomen fully sculpted and carved, as is the rest of his superb body and mind. His face is almost elvish in appearance, with that narrow, deceptively delicate look, a soft set of full, plush lips defining the lower regions of his face. His teeth are blindingly white; he rarely wears a shirt, preferring not to be bothered with its cumbersome bulkiness, its clinging nature, instead opting for a light leather jacket, its fur lined collar providing plenty of warmth during the winter months, as Remington is a hot blooded person, preferring the cold, winter months, when the snow is thick and heavy upon the ground. Finger less gloves adorn his hands, covering his palms; he has a variety of small silver chains along his body, decorating his already eye catching form and figure, tiny crosses attached to the delicate metal work. A skull is embroidered upon the left arm of his jacket, with wings stretching out behind it; a sword is his weapon of choice, though he will work with others if he must. He was not born in this land, instead he came from another pack, one whose lifestyle Remington himself never really cared for. Now that he is older, Remington has found himself to be more of a laid back, go with the flow kind of guy, preferring to muddle through life unhindered. In his younger years, however, he was often restless, a drifter without a purpose, a wolf who roamed and wandered aimlessly without cause, often taking work as a mercenary where he could to survive, and it was during this process he merely became the cynical being who kept the rest of the world at bay with his sarcasm and wit, moving from one area to the next whenever he felt the urge to pick up his feet and lay down new roots, nothing more, nothing less. And so he repeatedly left his former packs, moving on to the next, and he found himself separated from those he once called family, in a world completely new, all that was familiar to him lost. Celebrating each and every one of these occasions as a new beginning, Remington let go of the ties that bound him to those places, never having grown close to anyone anyway. It is only recently that he has settled in the realms of Broken, hoping to make a new home for himself there, so that he might live out his final years in peace.
Theme Song: Unwell by Matchbox 20
"Even on the darkest of dawns, the sun is always on the horizon."
Basic Information:
Name: Rain
Age: 30 in human years, 6 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Healer (Field Medic)
Powers: None
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 30 in human years, 6 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Healer (Field Medic)
Powers: None
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
Rain is a beautiful young female wolf, her age coming in at about four years in her animal figure, enough so that she is an experienced healer of The Broken. Her coat is of the purest, snowy white, though it is mixed with blood red swirls that echo throughout her fur all along her slender, lithe body, reminding one of her rank in times of trouble. She is small for a she-wolf, being about the size of a youngster just coming into the age of a whelp, but she doesn't let this bother or hinder her in her duties. Her eyes are a bright, caring green, the color of the grass in the midst of summer, the vibrancy of the leaves adorning the trees in the flush blooms of spring. In her human form, she retains her petite, willow like build, with long, moon silver hair flowing down around her shoulders. Her skin is a pale, creamy white that burns easily in the sun, her dress is not really of the modern sort. She wears a practical gown that appears rather Elven in design, ranging in color from a burgundy brown, black, and silver, with golden highlights and markings sewn into the garment here and there for decoration. Her boots are tough and durable, made of fabric that wraps about her shapely legs and allows her to move nearly silently, permitting her to roam where she pleases and when she pleases, due to their superb gripping capabilities; sleeve style gloves cover her delicate hands. Rain is always attempting to help someone, though she is innately kind and sensitive to the different paths of life. She won't push or pry another if she knows they don't wish to talk, she won't bully or harass, but neither will she stand for such behaviors. She is soft spoken and easy to get along with, having the reputation of a good listener and a wolf to whom someone can speak plainly too, whatever's on their mind, though this reputation also attests to the fact that she has quite the temper, and can be very outspoken, having a forward approach to her opinions, though there are times when she will use tact, she has a rather fiery streak of willpower lurking deep inside of her heart. She offers advice when it is needed or sought, and if she isn't sure, she makes that clear up front, but will still offer her own opinions. Rain is very protective and loyal, and though she is a healer, do not think her a weak willed pushover, for she knows fighting just as well as any who practice the deadly art of warrior. This is in part due to her history, for in her old pack, she was what was called a Field Medic, meaning she was one of the healers who went out onto the battlefield to treat the injured unable to drag themselves back to their own lines, or in places too dangerous for their pack mates to go to them. Since normal Medics merely remained in the safety of the dens and treated sickness and injury there, they were unsuited to such an environment and so were quickly mowed down in the case of war, where the sanctity of the healer was not recognized. This birthed her position, a rank in which Rain found she excelled. Not only did it fit her passionate desire to help those in need, it provided her a chance to better herself, to gain experience in the most brutal of situations and to further develop her skills in the medicinal arts. It also gave her options once she had to leave her old pack, having become quite restless and as if she were needed elsewhere, a place where her skills could be of further use, as her birth pack had become peaceful and now controlled all the lands around them. The pretty fae also got the idea she needed to explore and broaden her horizons, but only after she had trained a capable replacement for her old position. Rain was part of a warm natured pack that was kind and friendly to all, accepting strangers no matter their past. It was the pack she was raised in, the place where she grew to maturity and honed her own friendly nature and amazing herbal skills. Knowing that she wanted to be a healer practically from the moment she was born, Rain threw herself into her studies and soon became a favorite among her pack mates, for she was indeed one of the best healers, and though she accepted praise of her skills, she always maintained a humble attitude, never liking arrogance or showboating. Now that she is older and has traveled, some know her name, and some do not. She makes no effort to educate those who do not, save for performing her duties to the best of her abilities.
Theme Song: Hey Brother by Avicii
"Though I may fail, that doesn't mean I'll keep from trying."
Basic Information:
Name: Alejandro Calhoun
Age: 18 years in human form, 2 in wolf form
Gender: Male
Rank: Delta Male
Powers: Lighting, telepathy, poison
Mate: Tempest
Children: Alexander, Malachi, Evelyn
Age: 18 years in human form, 2 in wolf form
Gender: Male
Rank: Delta Male
Powers: Lighting, telepathy, poison
Mate: Tempest
Children: Alexander, Malachi, Evelyn
Biography:
Alejandro was never meant to be a Beta. Never even meant for the lower ranking of Kappa, let alone Delta, yet here he stands, alive and well, strong and powerful in his own right, feeble though it is. His powers range in telepathy, poison, and lightning; the figure he cuts is a rather intriguing one, making him seem and appear far more powerful than the male could ever be in reality, or than he technically has any right to be, seeing as he's only a Delta and all. His silver fur is marked and stained with the canyon red of his coloring around the large aperture that is his legs and paws, a trait inherited from his father Lex, along with his large and muscular build. His coat is thick and sleek, handsomely scruffy, eternally a nightmare for personal grooming, though due to the high expectations of his rank, Alejandro does his best; upon his forehead is a soft blue marking, the color of his mother Demonfrost's dead and cold hued eyes, nearly invisible in the right washing light of the silver moon and stars, when placed in such an atmosphere his thick fur seems to gleam and glow, to shine brilliantly in the often listless, colorless depths of the night itself, though his personality is anything but bright and happy - no, if there is anything to describe this wolf, any one word that could possibly even come close defining him, it is that of stoic - for Alejandro does more than simply take punishment and the trials life puts him under, he shoulders the burdens, no matter how heavy they might be, and he does his best to deal with them, to cope. To take on the responsibility, no matter how great or how unwanted. He seems to be more meek, timid, if one will, at times. More often that not, others label him as being rather gloomy, as he always sees the worst possible outcome, the most horrendous of circumstances and consequences. He is also quite quiet and thoughtful, in addition to the fact that no matter how dark things may seem, he never gives up. Even when all he sees is the bad, the negative, the things that can never lead to any good, he always manages to retain some small hope, however slim it might be, and so picks himself up. It is for that very reason he keeps on fighting, no matter how bleak or hopeless the dire circumstances of the situation might seem, despite how outnumbered he may be. And so he takes the punishment, he accepts the pain, recognizing the burden for what it really, truly, is. He holds it dear in his heart and remembers for the sake of others, how it came to be, the nature of its vile creation, even what it stands for, but he never stops moving, he never stops trying to make amends. He never once gives up, striving to build a better and brighter future, one he can look forward too, one in which he can be proud of bringing forth for the continuing thrive of his mate and pups, the wolves that he loves the most in this entire dark world. The bond of friendship and affection he now holds with his mate and mother of his children, Tempest, daughter of the Alpha and his queen is what has kept him going throughout these tough times, it is what brought him the light in the darkness, offered him a chance to see the world for what it really was, and what it really could be. It gave him the inspiration to dream, the knowledge to change. The tools to make himself into a better man, a wolf she could be proud of even in her darkest of hours, her most hated of moments. Now, since his betrothal and marriage to the Alpha's youngest daughter, Alejandro attempts to look on the brighter side of things, to see the finer points and intricacies in life, but he still fails, and like everyone, he has his ups and downs. He is often known for overthinking things, and remaining silent when he should not, often labeled by the pack as a terrible choice for the future second in command, a secondary leader, if one will, to aid in the Alpha duties that are held so high and sacred. And they are true, they are accurate, and as far as he is concerned, Alejandro knows they are right. He was never meant to be Beta, never even supposed to be a lowly Kappa. Never made for even Delta. That rank was always supposed to go to his elder brother, Menace, though never to their younger sibling, Chance, and most certainly not to their only sister, Keres. For Alejandro hails from a litter of four, his lineage one of great heartache, bloodstained and plagued by death. His father, Lex, was killed on the very day of his birth, his mother driven from the pack she once led and held so completely under her control, crushed beneath her flaunting female dominance. His brother was larger, stronger than him, perfectly intentioned for this rank and heritage, while Alejandro himself was always a shyer, meeker pup who sought only to find his own way in the world, and remain true to his own heart, which, by normal standards in this pack, is considered weak and futile, sappy and bleeding with too much liberal mess to be accurately considered. Alejandro is a sweeter toned male, loving and lavishing attention and affection upon his mate and children, silent and observing in the face of the pack, always holding his tongue and maintaining his reserve, his composure, throughout, never growing to close to another other than his cherished mate. Though he looks large and powerful, menacing as his elder brother once did, he is anything but, displaying the more compassionate, though more to the point, side of himself and showcasing what can be derived as a meeker attitude, for a chosen leader. He was never supposed to be Beta. But alas, his other brother, Chance, never had even a shot at the title, for he was as crazy as they come, a bit more insane than even their mother, some might say, based on his actions and the tragic history they wrought within the field and pack, the cruel way he nearly tore Tempest and Alejandro's children from him all for a feeble act of spite. For you see, Chance was a ruthless, sadistic psychopath who had paid far too much attention to his mother - both retaining and embellishing upon her crazy, sadistically atrocious ways. Chance killed Menace, took the life from Keres, and then, in a final act of defiance, of triumph, or so the blue furred male believed, stole the breath from both Tempest and the precious pups the young couple has come to care for and cherish so clearly and dearly. Chance tore Tempest apart, gave her the scars she carries now upon her chest and took away her ear, then left her to die. To freeze in a smothering abyss of tender cold. Walled in by the very element that was meant to kill her, Tempest clung to life, and so it was that Alejandro found her, rescued her, discovering in the process another of his elements - the powerful force that is lightning. Using this power, this inner rage wrought by his utmost despair, Alejandro broke through the barriers, fought to save his life and love. He managed to rescue her, returning her to the pack for treatment and the attention of her morbid wounds. Surprisingly, luckily, almost as if it were a beautiful twist of fate, that fickle being who sways so easily in the balance, Tempest survived, and later, while in the throes of recovery, birthed three pups when Chance was put to trial. Though Alejandro incurred his Alpha's wrath for impregnating his daughter out of wedlock - the two were merely dating, after all - he was permitted to remain with the love of his life, and given a second chance, another opportunity, to both find himself and become the man, the male, his mate has always required him to be. As such, he has learned through the course of his few short years upon this earth what it means to be loyal and to go to the extreme with this particular trait, willing to lay down his life and repay his debts with his very breath, if need be. All so that he might be able to ensure the safety of the pack, and in addition, he has taken in the notion of respect, as well as what it means to be happy. And what it means to sin, for there was a time where he could not decide between Mauve and Tempest, and as an end result, he very nearly lost them both. In short, he has learned from his mistakes in the past, and not only does he hope to right the wrongs he has created, he prays to excel and to do better, to give his pack, his mate, and most of all his children, a better and brighter future, one that they can look forward too. Even if he was never meant to be a Beta.
Theme Song: Superman by Five for Fighting
"Even when all seems lost, I'll still be here."
Basic Information:
Name: Alexander Calhoun
Age: 3 in human years, 4 months in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Pup
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Much too young for such.
Children: Much, much too young for such.
Age: 3 in human years, 4 months in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Pup
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Much too young for such.
Children: Much, much too young for such.
Biography:
Alexander's information is pending and coming soon, all that is currently known is he is the first born of his litter.
Theme Song: Pending
"Insanity is merely a relative term. Whose to say that my reality isn't just simply different from yours?"
Basic Information:
Name: Reign Welling
Age: Infant/newborn
Gender: Male
Rank: Pup
Powers: Undetermined.
Mate: Much too young for such.
Children: Much, much too young for such.
Age: Infant/newborn
Gender: Male
Rank: Pup
Powers: Undetermined.
Mate: Much too young for such.
Children: Much, much too young for such.
Biography:
Reign's information is pending; all that is known is he is the second born and last child in his litter.
Theme Song: Pending
The Haunted
"Hush. I'm having the most interesting conversation with the voices in my head."
Basic Information:
Name: Demonfrost Caverly
Age: 35 in human years, 5 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Alphess Assassin
Powers: Ice element, telepathy, healing factor
Mate: Geminias
Children: Menace, Alejandro, Keres, Chance, ???, Nocturne, Nightshade, Nephilim
Age: 35 in human years, 5 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Alphess Assassin
Powers: Ice element, telepathy, healing factor
Mate: Geminias
Children: Menace, Alejandro, Keres, Chance, ???, Nocturne, Nightshade, Nephilim
Biography:
Demonfrost is young for her rank, her age coming in at only about five years; she is rather small, with a lithe, powerful build, her body having been honed since puphood for the tasks and trials she would someday face for her ranking. Her musculature is smooth and sleek, with a streamlined edge that hones her agility and flexibility, permitting her to accomplish amazing feats when coupled with her slight weight, though even these attributes provide disabilities when facing larger opponents. Her pelt is a mixture of black and silvery gray, its main color accented by a few lighter markings given a strange sheen rarely seen in one of her breed, as stealth and silence are of the utmost importance. These silvery highlights accent her ears, eyes, toes, and tail tip, while bandages cover her lower forelegs, hiding vicious scars given to her both from a vicious puphood and a hard life of slaughter, scars she usually hides whenever possible, though she is not above revealing them if necessary. Demonfrost formerly held the rank of Assassin in the pack of Night Flight, a position she enjoyed very much, but eventually she grew tired of the blunt disrespect of the others and took over, running the pack her own morbid way. She is still quite the character, retaining her old ways and the habits she has developed over the years, something that often irks the members of the pack she so coldly runs. She was gifted with many of the less desirable qualities known to the wolf, seeing as they have been bred into her blood. This wolf is all about the mission: she could care less about anything else. An alpha's anger, a packmate's jealousy, it doesn't matter, nor does it faze her in the slightest. As she will often point out, she is here for one thing, and one thing only, and it's not to make friends or find a family: it's to kill whomever gets in her way, for she still often goes out on missions herself, regardless of the consequences. She is confident and blunt, often making such rude remarks as she sees fit, not caring what others opinions are. Demonfrost is hard and cold, locking her emotions away so as to keep them from interfering with her missions, from clouding her mind with unsound judgment and mixed priorities. She is crafty, manipulating, always having some sort of angle, some sort of game. She likes to tease her prey, draw it in, play with it, trick it, abuse it before she finally takes pity on the poor sap and relieves them of life. She is also quite bold and daring, tumbling headlong into feats other wolves only dream of, but never dare to attempt, and she can be quite insolent when she wishes, full of sass and the fine art of sarcasm. She scoffs at any authority lower than her own, and will often blatantly ignore any and all commands or suggestions, preferring to do things her own way, for she plans and considers multiple outcomes before she ever makes a move. Pretty much the same old Demonfrost, just with more sass and impertinence than before, because she knows she can get away with it. Her powers lie in the ice element, a healing factor, and telepathy.
Theme Song: The Monster by Eminem ft. Rihanna
"The guilt of killing someone...the sin of taking another's precious, precious life... its a stain one can never completely cleanse from the soul."
Basic Information:
Name: Minnow Westersin
Age: 21 in human years; 3 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Assassin
Powers: Camouflage
Mate: None as of yet; interested by Alucard.
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 21 in human years; 3 in wolf years
Gender: Female
Rank: Assassin
Powers: Camouflage
Mate: None as of yet; interested by Alucard.
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
Minnow is a young she wolf of mysterious origin, as she was born and bred in an assassin pack, raised to the dark art of killing ruthlessly and mercilessly. As a result, she has become cold and closed off, one to follow orders and squash down her own personality, save for her defiance, loyalty, and absolute determination. These are the only traits she ever shows or portrays, believing anything else to be weakness, any other emotion showed to mark or single her out as soft and pathetic. Minnow will follow orders without question, whether she likes them or not, whether she agrees with them or not, it was simply how she was raised. Many often describe Minnow as extremely quiet and reserved, never speaking unless spoken too, and she has been known to make her presence known in the camp simply by stepping in, silent as death, only for no one to notice her until hours later, when they suddenly jump out of their skin and curse her quiet steps. Even in these instances the fae remains deathly calm, merely raising an eyebrow at their tirade; she usually refuses treatment from the healers, as she has deep seated trust issues, understandably so, given her upbringing, and her pain tolerance has become quite high. She can take a variety and vast assortment of punishments and abuses, yet still come up fighting and snarling. The policy in her old pack was something akin to listen and obey at all costs, keep silent and follow the Alpha, if one wanted to keep their heads. And above all was the decree if you fall or falter in any way, shape, or form, you died. It didn't matter how major or minor the offense seemed, how strong one had been previously. To disobey, or to give in to weakness of any kind was as good as signing one's own death warrant. In her animal form she is a small, slender ghostly white fae that was clearly built for speed and agility rather than brute strength, as evidenced in her fighting style and stature; upon her right flank is an ash gray marking of some sort, her fur is thick and plush, luxurious and full, her eyes are a deep golden color, the shade of the sun when it hangs bright in the summer sky. She moves with an unparalleled grace and agility, a speed unmatched by any she has previously known, which is, in part, where her name came from. The other factor that was considered at her naming ceremony was her miniscule size; it was clear on the day she was given her rank that these two things were the most notable and clearly remembered about her, and Minnow has merely went on without a second thought as to it, for they are things she can't change, and they are things that do not really concern her, as long as she has her name, she is fine, though some have tagged her with the nickname Min or Minnie. In her human form she is just as small, just as slender, only coming up the height of about 5"3, with a weight of only about 105 lbs. Her hair is blonde, and it is usually tied back and up in a bun, with a braid twirled around it; the bangs hang down by the side of her face. Her form is well toned and muscled, honed from the past and history she has provided, her skin is a delicate, creamy white that burns easily in the sun; her eyes are just as golden as the day is long, often referred to as the color of corn rows in the midst of fall. When formal dress is required she often graces the courts in a gown that is of light lavender blue color, the straps anchoring in at the back in a tied bow, along with a larger one along the back of her tiny waist line. Gloves cover her hands up to her elbows, the fabric clings to her upper torso and flairs out near the waist and lower legs, she often wears silver colored high heels with this outfit, though no jewelry graces her slender neck or figure. In her normal, everyday attire, Minnow wears a black and red plaid mini skirt that comes down to about midthigh, black combat boots, leather belt, and any number of tank tops that hangs in her closet. A spiked bracelet rests along her left wrist, a strange cloth decor hangs on her right, a black choker necklace wraps about her neck and enshrouds a small portion of her color. She keeps her hair in the same style, not having much use for that type of change.
Theme Song: Monster by Meg & Dia (Dot Remix)
"I don't just dance with the devil...I am the devil."
Basic Information:
Name: Nocturne Caverly
Age: Infant/newborn
Gender: Male
Rank: Heir
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Seriously too young for such.
Children: Seriously too young for such.
Age: Infant/newborn
Gender: Male
Rank: Heir
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Seriously too young for such.
Children: Seriously too young for such.
Biography:
Nocturne's information is pending, all that is currently known is that he is the second born of his litter.
Theme Song: Painted Smile by Madame Macabre
"Ever wonder how long I can resist the voices in my head? I do."
Basic Information:
Name: Nephilim Caverly
Age: Infant/newborn
Gender: Male
Rank: Heir
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Seriously too young for such.
Children: Seriously too young for such.
Age: Infant/newborn
Gender: Male
Rank: Heir
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: Seriously too young for such.
Children: Seriously too young for such.
Biography:
Information pending; all that is currently known is he is the youngest of his litter.
Theme Song: Control by Halsey
Loners
"Sometimes the greatest darkness is inside you. You just don't realize it yet."
Basic Information:
Name: Crow Andersons
Age: 17 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Loner
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Age: 17 in human years, 2 in wolf years
Gender: Male
Rank: Loner
Powers: Undetermined
Mate: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Biography:
Crow is a whelp of seventeen in his human form, and only two in his animal; he is small for his age, painfully so, due to a history that is tragic and terrible in its telling. His parents came from a highly superstitious pack, a group of wolves that believed in the slightest misdirection of the world, the smallest of omens, whether they be ill or good. His mother was discouraged from the mate ship she pursued with his sire due to a series of ill omens that Shaman and healers of the pack received, but the young fae was so very head over heels in love with Crow's father, that she ignored the warnings, even going so far as to leave the pack with her mate so that they might raise a family in peace, find a patch of earth to call their own, and raise their own little pack out away from the world. Just before setting out, however, the Shaman sought Crow's mother out, warning her that if she went through with this, if she pursued this life she so desperately sought and desired, she would come to great grief and heartache. She would bear a midnight black pup with ice blue eyes, and this child would spell doom for her family and bring about the death of them all. His mother laughed in the Shaman's face, went with her mate, and together, they set out. But she could never shake the prophecy from her mind, not fully, despite the urging of her husband and the repeated telling of herself that it was utter nonsense, and so, when the time came that she was to bear pups, the young female was full of both elation and dread. Would the Shaman's prophecy come true? Would this litter truly have the pup he had described? It would, and it did, for this pup was Crow. He was born into a litter of four, with one brother and two sisters, each older than he, for Crow was the youngest. His mother wasn't overly alarmed when she saw the black fur on Crow, for her own pelt was a deep shade of black, after all, and he might not have the icy eyes the Shaman had so acutely described. This was what his parents told themselves up until the day their pups opened their eyes for the first time. When it was seen that Crow did, indeed, have the ice blue coloring of the orbs, his parents nearly panicked; his mother wanted to throw him to the elements immediately. His father, however, wouldn't have it, and nor would his other siblings, the three other pups grouping up around Crow and growling, snarling, fiercely at the mere mention of such a terrible fate. And so, his mother consented to Crow remaining in the den with them, but as a compromise, she was allowed to name the black pup with the blue eyes. And so she named him Crow, saying that he was destined to be nothing more than a harbinger of death, doom, and despair, that he was nothing more than a messenger of gloom, and fate bound to feed on nothing but the carrion of misery and sorrow for all of his days. From then on she mistreated Crow, starving him, casting him out and away from the others, despite their protests and the way his siblings stuck up for him, attempted to make him involved in life and with the family. The crazed she-wolf blamed her youngest born son for every little misfortune that came their way, until, eventually, Crow's father believed it as well, and began to treat his youngest in the same manner. Crow was strong, however, and tried not to let it get him down, instead turning to his siblings for comfort and the love he felt his parents would never give him, doing everything in his power to ensure their happiness and survival, attempting to keep them from trouble. Crow kept his chin up right to the very end, despite the tortures he underwent, but when the famine came, everything changed. The food went from meager to nothing, and Crow was forced to watch his siblings starve, made to watch them suffer a slow, painful death at the hands of hunger. He remained with each of them to the end, however, and though he did not know how to hunt, he tried. Oh, how he tried. He attempted everything his cunning little mind could think of, and then some, but he always failed, and came home to his siblings empty handed, his parents having left on a journey to attempt to find food elsewhere, in other lands. They never returned, and so Crow sat with his brother and sisters, as one by one, they left this world, and returned to the astral body from whence they came, left behind the sorrows and sufferings brought upon them by their cruel and overly reactive parents, until, at last, he was alone. The final pup. The last survivor. Grief stricken, blinded by rage and hate for his parents, Crow left after burying the youngest of his sisters, the one he had been closest too, had shared the most laughter and mirth with. She had been the last to die, trying to hold on for his sake, so that she might not leave him all alone, but at long last, the strength robbing ordeal of the famine took her from him, as she could not hold out any longer, could not continue to cling to continued life. Crow wandered aimlessly then, for a good while, unable to hunt, unable to feed himself any more than he had been able to feed his starving siblings, growing weaker and weaker with each and every passing day, until, one bright sunshine filled morning, he found Sarah, or perhaps, Sarah found him. Either way, the young maiden picked him up, took pity on him, and brought him back to her pack, despite his snarling snaps, his protests, and the claim that he "didn't do packs." Under her gentle guidance, he grew strong and fit, healthy and well groomed, blossoming into the young wolf she always knew he would someday become. Eventually he left to broaden his horizons after the war in his adopted pack came to a halt and he was free of his Ranger duties, so in order to develop even further and grow in wisdom and experience, and to see new things, Crow left Sarah in the care of their pack with a vow to someday return, if he could, though he has wandered far and wide from his original home and future destination. In personality, Crow is a quiet, brooding type, never wishing to speak much, especially about those things that remind him of his roots; and so he keeps to himself most of the time, only speaking out when he must, when it is required of him to remain polite and in the good graces of those around him. He is often grumpy and grouchy, despising mornings above all else, and the young brute will often snap and snarl when pushed whilst he doesn't wish to speak. Which is most of the time, as previously mentioned. He is also highly intelligent, and unusually keen, observing things most wolves would miss in a heartbeat, though he usually doesn't say anything of it, and he is quite the tracker, despite his inability to catch game. In description, he is small and lean, due to the fact that he was malnourished as a pup, his coat is a thick, midnight black, his eyes a keen ice blue. His teeth are a strong bone white, his claws a thick and powerful black. His paws are large, hinting at further growth; his tail is short, having been ripped off in younger years by a coyote on an escapade with his brother and sisters, before things got bad. At the corners of his eyes are darker black hues that decorate his face, two silver piercings reside in one of his softly defined ears, the other holds only one. These rings appear in both forms, as he never takes them off; they represent the souls of the siblings he lost, and the whelp wears them in memory of the only family he ever had until now, honoring their lives and sacrifices. His human figure is a bit taller, though not extremely so, he is considered of average height, if just barely. Thick black hair hangs down in his face and adorns his head, his skin is pale and creamy in color; he wears a black t-shirt with a red jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. His eyes are also ice blue in this form, and his skinny figure transitions over.
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