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A G N A R Credits for all images go to skyfever on DA. Age: 4 Years Gender: Male Rank: Subordinate Rank Wanted: Content, for now Loyal or Rebel: He is somewhere in between Can be Turned?: Eh, maybe Appearance This male is, frankly, massive. Standing at 34 inches and weighing in at nearly 170 pounds, he certainly has all the qualifications for brute force. His body is well-muscled and set in such a way as to provide him with impeccable strength and endurance. His speed and agility are hindered by his size, but he is not in a deep deficit of such things. His thick coat has a deep black base coloration. Slate and silver hairs create a rippling appearance and lighten him in some places. His neck, shoulders, and hind ventral are most decorated with this color mixture. His elbows and along the inside of his shoulder blades are also significantly lighter. A few light gray patches reside on his flanks, elbows, tail, and back legs. His face is a shiny black; how light it appears depends on the sun's strength. His coat, overall, has an almost liquid-like appearance to it. Agnar's eyes are a pale yellow. They almost appear gray, though the slight hint of gold offsets that notion. His stare is intense, unwavering, and cold. While he does not make an effort to really hide his emotions, his relaxed face often appears as though he is much more mysterious than he is intending to be. Combined with his foreboding coloration and large stature, this male is quite intimidating to those who don't know him -- and even some who do. His walk is a powerful, languid stride. There is no uncertainty to this male; he has a steady, eerily calm way about him. His low tone is composed and collected, even in the most heated of situations. Personality Agnar has a cold stoicism to him. As his appearance suggests, he is a very capable individual, and not just in physical strength. His mental prowess is just as great; this wolf is extremely intelligent and strategy-driven. He is a warrior through and through; his plans are always centered around the goal of maintaining the pack's wellbeing and success. The means by which that occurs is completely in the air. He can play fair, or he can fight dirty. Agnar is loyal to his pack as a whole. Certain wolves hold more respect or admiration than others, but he would never cause harm to any of them from a place of malice. Unless, of course, they were traitors or otherwise unworthy of any wolf's respect. Agnar has no problems with bloodshed. He's killed before and he will kill again, and perhaps one day he himself will be killed. It is simply the way of life. Even during times of peace and overall relaxation, this male is calculating. He is not always thinking up plans for battle or hunts; occasionally, he thinks of more normal things as well, such as trying to figure out another wolf's mind or predicting the weather. He can be a fairly easygoing creature, though he is never one to be stepped upon. Agnar will not hide his dislike for a wolf, no matter their rank, especially if they treat all those below them as wretches. He is patient in some ways and short in others. When dealing with pups, executing strategies, and hunting or fighting, he has all the time in the world to watch, respond, and perform perfectly. However, when it comes to adolescent wolves, whining, blatantly snide comments, or picking fights, this male becomes the "you started it and I will finish it" figure. And he will act on his words, usually to the hurt ego of the other parties. He does not share his feelings or thoughts outside of working. Even those who consider themselves to be closest to him have but a small glimpse into his emotions, his desires. He has a strong set of morals and does not deviate from them; Agnar can be described as quite chivalrous, though he is no respecter of rank alone. Lineage means nothing to him, and anyone who banks on their heritage for sway in anything disgusts him. Agnar does not tolerate obnoxiousness, whining, laziness, lying, or anything else of the sort. He is a rule follower. He can be fairly snarky when annoyed or agitated. Agnar is mature, though, and he almost always acts as such. He will become playful around pups and perhaps share a joke or two with other males his age, but he is mostly just a wisened wolf with leadership capabilities. Affiliations Open Crush: None Mate: None Pups: None Other |
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Name: Asphodelia (az-pho-del-lee-uh) Derived from the Asphodel flower associated with the underworld Gender: Female Age: Three years old Rank: Pack Member Preferred Rank: Content Loyal or Rebel: Loyal If Loyal, Can they be Turned into a Rebel: Hmm, probably - depends who is asking her. Rebel Rank: None Appearance: 
[credit to Wincey on deviantart] Asphodelia is simply a stunning she-wolf. Her presence alone is commanding and radiating. Since Asphodelia is still young, she’s smaller in stature than the fully grown adults in her pack. She stands at just 29 inches at the shoulder, and is still growing. Despite her relatively small stature, she carries herself with an innate grace and athleticism. Her lithe frame is built for agility, and she moves with a lightness of step that belies her developing strength. Her coat is a stunning testament to the colors of the earth, creating a captivating mosaic. Starting with the rich medium-brown as the dominant shade, the earthy tones seamlessly transition into each other, creating a harmonious blend. These earthy hues are interspersed with a spectrum of complementary tones—subtle hints of tawny browns, dark chocolates, and warm ochres. As her fur moves from her back toward her lower half, the colors gradually lighten, eventually giving way to a tan-creamy tint. Asphodelia’s coat is not only a marvel of color but also of texture. Her fur is dense, soft, and velvety to the touch. She takes great care of her pelt, giving it a shiny look. Her deep brown eyes are an enchanting shade of deep brown, resembling the rich, fertile soil of the forest floor. They possess an almost hypnotic quality, drawing observers into her earthy depths. Sometimes, in the sunlight, her eyes reflect a radiant orange hue, like they're drawing in the sun's essence. Her eyes are framed by a ring of dark fur that makes her eyes appear darker. Asphodelia’s paws are relatively small, in keeping with her youthful size, but they are perfectly adapted for the demands of her wild lifestyle. Her paws are padded with thick, calloused soles. At the end of each paw, her claws extend gracefully, tapering to fine points. She has a few minor scars here and there, nothing too serious. She would never risk her pretty face. Personality: Asphodelia carries herself with a self-assured and poised demeanor that belies her age. Her confidence is overpowering at times, almost intimidating. She exudes confidence in her every movement, whether it's during playful romps, exploratory adventures, or encounters with other wildlife. Her confident posture is a testament to her readiness to tackle the challenges of the wild. Her confidence is not just a personal attribute; it hints at her leadership potential. She isn’t afraid to take calculated-risks. While she is young, she isn’t rash. Asphodelia’s confidence acts as a shield against adversity. She faces challenges head-on, unyielding in her determination to overcome obstacles. Her infectious optimism and positive energy are like a beacon, drawing others toward her. Asphodelia seems to have boundless energy, rarely slowing down. Asphodelia has an unwavering belief in her own judgment and instincts. She confidently follows her intuition, knowing that she can rely on it in any situation. She is assertive in establishing and maintaining her personal boundaries Asphodelia’s every movement is a seductive dance, characterized by grace and sensuality. Her poise and elegance enhance her ability to ensnare others in her web of allure. Asphodelia unapologetically embraces her seductive nature, making her a symbol of unbridled confidence and sensuality. She uses her physical beauty and sensuality to her advantage, employing flirtatious behavior and seductive gestures to get what she wants. She can make others feel special and desired, clouding their judgment. Asphodelia has a knack for subtly provoking desire and jealousy among others, leading them to vie for her attention and approval. This often leads to competition and rivalry, furthering her control over those she manipulates. She can artfully play the part of a vulnerable, misunderstood soul, eliciting a protective instinct in others who are drawn to rescue her from perceived troubles.Her seduction is not impulsive but rather a well-thought-out strategy. She patiently waits for the right moments to make her moves, ensuring maximum impact. She is a skilled deceiver, able to craft intricate lies and half-truths with a disarming smile. Her ability to conceal her true intentions behind a mask of innocence allows her to navigate complex social dynamics effortlessly. Asphodelia is adept at manipulating the emotions of those around her. She can feign vulnerability, evoke sympathy, or stoke desire as needed to achieve her goals, often leaving people emotionally entangled in her web of influence. Asphodelia has a short fuse and can become easily provoked. Her temper flares up in response to perceived disrespect or when her boundaries are crossed. When angered, she doesn't hold back. Asphodelia’s outbursts can be intense, characterized by passionate and sometimes explosive reactions. She doesn't mince words when upset. Asphodelia can be brutally honest and verbally cutting when she's angry, often leaving others stunned by her sharp tongue. Her explosive temper can strain relationships, as it's not uncommon for disagreements to escalate into intense arguments or even temporary rifts. Her anger is all consuming, Asphodelia can experience a blinding rage that clouds her judgment and fuels her destructive tendencies. She holds grudges for extended periods, nursing her anger over time until the opportunity for retribution arises. Her ability to maintain anger over long stretches can be unsettling. While her temper can be intense, it often dissipates quickly. Asphodelia may cool down just as fast as she heats up, leaving those around her bewildered by the rapid shift in her emotions. Beneath her charming exterior lies a dark and malevolent inner nature. Asphodelia possesses an eerie emotional detachment in the face of violence. Whether she's engaged in combat or administering her deadly poison, she remains cool, composed, and unfazed by the brutality of her actions. She takes pleasure in taunting and tormenting her prey. Asphodelia often prolongs the chase or engages in psychological games, heightening the terror of her victims before delivering the final blow. Her enjoyment goes beyond mere survival; it's rooted in sadism. Asphodelia relishes the suffering and fear she instills in her victims, finding their anguish to be a source of perverse delight. Asphodelia displays the patience of a predator, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She enjoys the anticipation of her victim's fear and the feeling of being in complete control. Mate: None Crush: Open! Offspring: None Other: 
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S E D O N A Credits for images go to Quiet-bliss on DA Age: 3 Gender: Female Rank: Subordinate Desired Rank: Content Loyal or Rebel: Loyal Can be Turned?: Yes Appearance Sedona is of an average size, standing at 29 inches to the shoulder and weighing around 100 pounds. She is built for neither sheer strength nor effortless agility, being somewhere in the middle. She is a jack of all trades and a master of none, as far as fighting and hunting are concerned. In either, Sedona will rely on a healthy combination of litheness and force. Her coat is a creamy white with some darker tans, browns, and grays thrown in. Her base coat is the lightest. The streaks of darker fur are most present along her back, around her elbow joints, throat, head, and muzzle. They are jagged and have no smoothness to them, seeming to be haphazardly thrown around joints and indentations in the body cavity. Her coat is thick and lush, though, and she is quite beautiful. Sedona's eyes are a piercing orange-brown. While the coloring may be a warmer hue, they hold a fierce intelligence to them and give off the impression that this female will bore into your soul with her gaze. Her gait is quick and light, flowing and laid back but still purposeful. She seems approachable enough; while Sedona is not an outgoing creature, her hackles do not raise at an animal passing nearby, unlike some others of her species. Sedona normally appears relaxed and more interested in observing the wolves around her than in joining them in their banter and drama. She carries a mature presence about her and has a strong, smooth voice. Her scent is one of pine and damp earth after a cool rain. Personality: While it is true that one should not generally judge a book by its cover, Sedona is one of the few whose inside matches her outside. A first impression of this female would be of a wolf that is not highly ambitious but is certainly not a creature to be stepped on or lorded over. She is calm and collected, logical, and does not take nonsense. She is not a bragger, nor does she give more or less credit to anyone over anything than what is due. Everything about her is intense but somehow still subtle. She is a very smart individual and does not place her trust in anyone lightly; once it is there, however, she rarely revokes it. Sedona is not a complete introvert to the point of being a loner; she tolerates the presence of other canines and has nothing against small talk every once in a while, but she does not want to waste her time and energy dealing with the drama and hardships that inherently come with living in a group, whether it be firsthand or secondhand. Because of the tendency of heated wolves to ignore any advice whatsoever, she only gives hers when it is asked for. Why waste time trying to put out a fire when those who started it are pouring diesel on the wood? This is one of the reasons she does not want a leadership role. She is just fine watching the wildfire from afar and letting other wolves handle it. Let someone else babysit; she doesn't want to have to chide other wolves until she births her own, and who knows when that will be. While Sedona can act as a peacemaker at times, her calm words are always honest and can sometimes only heighten the issues. Again, this is why she rarely passes judgement out loud on anything. Sedona may live in the company of others, but she has few good friends, if any. Sure, she likes other wolves, but she doesn't tell each of them all her secrets -- not that she really has any of those. She is satisfied being courteous to the others around her and helping where it is needed. If someone does need a friend, in the off chance they talk to her, she will listen, and she will lock their secrets away so deep that no one will ever know that she heard them in the first place. Fears, worries, regrets, excitements, dreams -- they're all safe with her. Affiliations: Open Crush: None Mate: None Pups: None Other: None |
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Name:Tavarious;
Often called Tavar
Age:6 Years
Gender:Male
Rank:
Second in Command
Preferred Rank:
Content
Loyal or Rebel:
I suppose he would be Loyal
Can He Be Turned?:
Possibly, but Possibly Not.
Tavarious cares little for politics and the runnings of the pack. The only thing that feeds the male nowadays is violence. If someone were to turn him, they're need a hell of a proposition that's better than what he has.
Rebel Rank:
None
Appearance:
Tavarious is a slightly above average specimen, not the largest wolf to ever be seen, but not one to be written off either. He stands at a bit over 35 inches at the shoulder, and weighs around 150 lbs when well fed. His appearance is rather unassuming, despite his size, not one that comes off innately threatening or intimidating, instead, he comes across exactly the opposite as his personality is.
Tav has an athletic and lean build, a mix of balanced power. He isn't the strongest male, though he could hold his own if he ever fought, but not the fastest either. His speed and agility is better than this bigger, stronger wolves, but he won't win the races against the smaller swifter canines either. Overall, though, he's a good balance, and someone who does well in most situations, if it doesn't require him to do any significant brutality.
The male is considerably proud of his fur, having a thick and dense coat, though it is on the slightly coarse side. It allows him to stay warm in even the coldest of winters, and, when he sheds, it prevents him from overheating in the warmer temperatures too. He does his best to keep himself well groomed, but the slightly erratic male doesn't always do a good job. He fur is often a bit tufted, and holds debris in it without him really realizing. It was, after all, Selene who helped him keep up his appearance, and he doesn't realize the disarray that his fur has become in her unrealized absence.
His fur is primarily white and light grey in appearance, making up majority of the color of his coat. However, he does have some hints of cream on him as well. They're primarily right be his eyes, and a bit on his flanks and tail too. The only other markings the male has are in black upon his shoulders and back, and his tail.
He has dark amber eyes that are an unusual color. They aren't quite brown or gold, but also aren't red. Instead they lay somewhere in between, though they hedge towards the brown side. His vocals are on the deeper side too, baritone by nature, with a slight husky tone to them. He'd be an attractive male with a good voice if he wasn't a little crazy.
One thing many don't realize until they get closer, though, is that, unsurprisingly, Tavarious has a plethora of scars littering his figure. They're all masked by his coat and mostly hidden from sight, since none are signficant, but they are there. They're all trophies to him, and he wears them proudly without shame.
Personality:
Tavarious is not a kind soul, instead he could be compared to a walking nightmare. Brutality and violence seem to be his instruments in the composition of his life. There isn't much in the world that Tavarious cares about other than violence, and you won't find him engaging in any normal activities unless instructed to by the Viscountess. He's content to give himself distance from the commoners of the pack, prefering his own company, and those in his head, to regular wolves.
The brute of a male is not social, not friendly, and the farthest thing from compassionate. He's a ruthless killing tool that is happy to be used by anyone who needs his skill set. He cares little for any reward for his violence, as the act of violence itself is the rewards. Other than this one thing, there is very little that Tavarious actually enjoys. He won't humor small talk, and most social interaction is grating on his already fractured psyche. Females, while pretty, he finds to be draining with their whining and drama. So he takes no part in courting or anything fo the sort. To be honest, if anyone ever did catch his attention, that would be where it would end on his side. They would have to court him, and make a hell of a case to get his interest to turn into anything other than just that.
It's best to just give the male space to be honest. Tavarious is not an impatient wolf, but he doesn't need to be frustrated to simply rip someone's throat out. He is calm, unnervingly so. It doesn't make him any less prone to feats of bloodshed just because he is calm, don't take comfort in his presence just because, at the moment, his paws are clean. They won't stay that way.
To put it simply, Tavarious' personality is complicated because, truthfully, he stopped having an active personality a long time ago. He's a dry male, with little sense of humor. His avoidance of social interaction has left him anti-social, so when he does speak he does in a very direct, nonhumorous way. If he ever takes the time to say something that is insultive, it's always what he means. He's never joking, never being sarcastic, just blunt and forward. If he thinks you're about as bright as a half dead cow calf, then that's what he thinks of you, and he's not going to apologize for it. He doesn't pull punches, for anything. He isn't going to spare someone's feelings just because they mgiht be a delicate flower.
Now.. When Tavarious' mind is crazed, broken with anger and fueled by rage and pure bloodlust, he's an entirely different beast. Kind of. When he's been pushed to that extent, there is nothing, besides death, that will stop him until he's had his fill. He won't blink to slaughter entire families just because it pleases him. When he's like this, he desires nothing more than to bathe in the blood of his victims, and only when he's satiated will he stop. It would be best to avoid pushing the male to this extent, so if you ever find yourself pissing him off, it would be best to walk away. Quickly. 
The personalities of the voices in Tavar's head are rather different from their host. There are four, though the last he doesn't realize is actually in his head.
The first voice, the one who Tavarious stopped being scared of, and started to embrace, as he is advocate for significant brutality. Always whispering about death and malice. It desires nothing more than for bloodshed and pain. It encourages things that a young Tavar though he would never find himself doing, but has long since stopped trying to struggle with the voice. Instead he long ago welcomed to the violence of the First. He no longer fears this voice, and it's the one most likely whispering in his head, rarely going dormant.
The second voice is that of a female, a complete opposite of the first voice. She's reassuring and benevolent. Whenever the first comes, the second is too far behind. He's rather fond of this one, and regularly will engage in conversation with her if she's present. She helps make him feel secure and encourages him to help others and do good things. She, and Selene, are the onlys one, so far, who help him deal with the voice of the first.
The third is a male, a more neutral voice. He isn't very present nor vocal often, though he always seems to be lingering in the background. He has little to say, but when he does speak, Tavar has a tendency to listen to him, as he is far more rational about things than he could ever be.
Crush: None,
Good Luck if You're Interested
Mate: None
Pups: None, he's not keen to pass on his own genes.
However, his adopted Daughter is Mab, Rped by Me.
Affiliations:
Maeve - The female is one Tavarious considers himself relatively close to, as close as he can be at least. The two have a mutal understanding and respect for how they are, and never expect the other to change. The acceptance of who they are, flaws and everything, is the foundation for their friendship. There is a part of Tavarious that genuinely appreciates that she has embraced his violent nature.
Mab - This female is the closest thing Tavarious has to an offspring, which is ironic considering she looks like she could be. He has raised her since he found her as an orphaned pup, and implored Maeve to let her live. If there is one wolf in the pack Tavarious actually loves, it's Mab. She is daddy's little girl, and has his heart and fractured mind wrapped around her paw.
Other:
It's important to know that, in regards to the voices, they are not separate personalities. They do not ever take over and lead, but they're are, instead, a consistent presence inside his head. Sometimes they are silent, and sometimes they just won't shut up. They may have basic personalities, in how they respond to situations, and things, but they are not different personalities for Tavarious himself.
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Name:Mab;The Darling DaughterGender: Female
Age: Two
Rank: Pack Member
Preferred Rank:
She Desires to Follow in her Father's Footsteps;
Second in Command. Loyal or Rebel:
Rebel If Loyal, Can they be Turned into a Rebel:
She's already one Rebel Rank:
Associate Appearance: 
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Mab is a she wolf with a body stature that isn't small or slim like most female's. She stands at about 33 inches tall, only a couple inches shorter than her adoptive father, and may grow another inch within the next year. But where the true awe comes in is her weight, as she weighs about 150 lbs in total, which is about the same weight as her adoptive father. The ironic thing is that she is likely going to out weigh him in the next year as she loses the puppy softness and everything transitions into solid muscle, which the female already has a lot of.
Truthfully, the female has a relatively robust physique, with thick muscling along her body that makes her built like a power house. There is nothing slender or petite about the female, and has more so the build of a large male wolf instead. She isn't ashamed of this in the slightest though, using her size and weight to her advantage to get what she desires. While she will never be as heavy as the Viscountess, the female is nothing to scoff at, and especially won't be as she ages into her full adult figure.
Right now, though, there is still some of that puppy youth to the female, much of it which is still see in her face. She doesn't have the smooth but defined edges of an adult wolf, instead she still carries the soft roundness that a youth carries. She is starting to show the defined features of the lines of her face as she begins to lose that puppy fluff. As she ages she will lose the playful features she currently has, and trade them in for defined and sharpened features that look refined and almost regal. For now though, she still carries the soft innocence of youth.
Mab easily gets mistaken for being Tavarious' biological daughter due to her coat appearance, sharing the same shade and some of the same markings as her adoptive guardian. However, unlike him, her coat changes appearance slightly depending on the seasons. In the warmer months, so spring and summer, the female holds a more creamy color coat, with the dark grey markings on her shoulders and face being more pronounced. This is the time of year she looks different than her father figure, and the two are easier to tell apart (other than their other physical differences). During winter, though, it's a different story.
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During the cooler months of winter and fall, the female's fur seems to almost bleach, becoming whiter with fainter markings. During the autumn months, her fur holds some of the creamier aspects of it, but the markings begin to fade. However, once she reaches winter, the female's coat has completely turned white with only the faintest cream appearing on her body, and the markings on her face being nearly nonexistent and the ones on her shoulders being much less noticeable. It's during this time of year that Mab most closely resembles Tavarious despite not sharing any blood relation with him.
The main difference between Mab and Tavarious, though, does not lie in their coloration variation. Instead it more so lies in the difference in how their coat presents. While Tavarious has a slightly less fluffy appearance, with a more streamlined build, Mab has a much longer, thicker, and fluffier coat. This is a trait that she carries throughout the entire year, with her summer coat being thinner and almost appearing longer, whereas her winter coat is much more dense, and doesn't seem quite as long, but that's just due to how much fur she really has.
The female holds a pair of dark brown eyes, their murky depths holding very little gold to them except around her pupils. Her scent is something cold and wintery, but with the barest hint of something sweet. Her voice is some wintery too, not quite the joyous bells of other females, but something that is crisp and clear, but not quite as high pitched as other females. There's just something innately chilly about the female.
Personality:The Ice Princess
Sweet - Honey Like || Social || Daddy's Little Girl || Friendly || Viscious || Dominant || Direct || Princess || Manipulative || Hard to Decipher || Viper Like || Driven & Determined || Hot Tempered About Some Things || Patient About Others || Wild Card || Teensy Bit Unhinged
Mab is a character who, like her father, can be a bit complicated, but in slightly different ways. For the most part she is a friendly and sweet female, one who is easily socialable and affectionate. She has a lot of love to give, and often does it freely and unbashed. She isn't at all ashamed of who raised her, and gets quite defensive about her father, as, despite his violence, he raised her like any father does his daughter. She is, without a doubt, daddy's little girl.
To put it simply, Mab is similar to the one who raised her, but also very different. She is a social butterfly who seems to excel in most situations, and seems to be relatively easy to get along with. Of course, as is with most wolves, there is more to her than what meets the eye. One minute she is a fun loving, friendly female, the next she is an absolute viper, ready to rip someone's throat out. She has no qualms when it comes to aggression and violence, something she no doubt gets from her father. Blood doesn't scare the female, and she isn't afraid to fight either. The hardest part of this violence is that its hard to pin down exactly what might set her off.
This makes Mab incredibly unpredictable, a true wild card really. Like Tavarious, she seems to find some joy in violence, in bloodshed, and sometimes she seems to turn into the violent side of her just for the sheer joy of it. Of course, unlike him, she doesn't humor this side of her as often as he does, and it really only comes out to play when she feels it's needed. So what seems unpredictable to others, is more so planned by her. Though, she doesn't always have control over it, and sometimes she really does just snap. These are the more dangerous times, because she is much more difficult to reign in during these moments.
The princess has more than just these two sides of her, with many different layers built into her personality. Manipulation is something that comes easy to her, seeing as who she has grown up around. While she doesn't necessarily use these for nefarious purposes, they're just something that comes out when she's trying to get whatever it is she wants. She's a very driven and direct female, and what she wants she usually has a knack for getting. It can make her a bit entitled or spoiled, as she hasn't really ever lacked for anything in her life. But she's a female who will absolutely work for something she wants, and doesn't tend to take no for an answer.
Another side of her she has learned from her father, and that's her patience. Somethings shes got a high amount of patience for, but others, not so much. It's an odd thing, because some things that might set off others seem to have no effect on her, yet other things immediately set her off. It makes her a bit hard to decipher, a bit hard to pin down. No one ever knows exactly what she is going to do, or how she is going to react.
With all that being said, there is one tiny little thing to keep in mind. She is slightly unhinged. Being in the pack would make anyone a bit unclipped, and Mab is no exception to this. There is a part of her that is absolutely a frigid bitch, a part of her that occasionally comes to the surface and rears it's ugly head. This particular part of her makes her incredibly cold, and distant. When she's like this, it's best just to get the hell out of her way, and give her space.
Mate: None.
Crush: Who Knows?
Offspring:
None, Ew.
Affiliations:
Tavarious - This is the closest thing she has to a parent, and she loves her adoptive father with every ounce of her being. Despite how bad things are in the pack, there is a part of her that will forever be loyal to the male. She doesn't seem him as evil or bad like other wolves do, and is fiercely protective over him. She is daddy's little girl, anyone who dares challenge that is going to be met with wrath and fury.
Maeve - This is her Auntie Maeve or Auntie Mae. She adores her. She isn't blind though, she sees everything that the pack says about her, but there is a part of her that loves the female anyways. Part of her wants to believe she isn't as bad as other's make her out to be, but there is also a part of her that knows she is so much worse. But who's perfect? Other:
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Name: Jynx Gender: Female Age: 6 (human years)
Rank: Rebellion Leader
Preferred Rank: Content Loyal or Rebel: Rebel
Rebel Rank [if any]: Leader
Appearance [properly credit your images if using any]:
(will add images, WIP) Jynx is not a wolf to be underestimated. Her frame is that of a male, standing at 3'5 feet with thick shoulders and large paws, made for climbing and slightly splayed. Despite her size, Jynx is quite agile, giving her both agility and pure strength in her favor. Her large paws help her grip the floor when making sharp turns or swerves, and her large frame doesn't get in the way when she winds around trees.
Her pelt is like that of a raven, pure black with a slightly feathery texture. Her eyes are a frosty blue, the color of a frosted over lake with a melted center where the ice hasn't spread. Her paws seem darker than her midnight coloured pelt, appearing to absorb the light from around them. Her pale claws shine like ivory, standing out from her dark coloration.
Scars,Wounds: Scar over left eye, not blind Scar on right shoulder Personality: Mate: Crush: Offspring: Other: **WIP** |
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The list has been updated with all accepted characters :) |
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Night-Owls said:
Can I reserve a third in command?
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Name: Endora ◇ Gender: Female ◇ Age: six ◇ Rank: third rank ◇ Preferred Rank: very content ◇ Loyal or Rebel: Loyal ◇ If Loyal, Can they be Turned into a Rebel: when pigs learn to fly and parrots shut it. ◇ Rebel Rank [if any]: ... never ◇ Appearance [properly credit your images if using any] [Credits to SpiritHoods] Endora is a smallish wolf, standing at 25 inches tall and weighing 145 pounds. She sports a slender body, and lean muscles hidden beneath her medium length fur. Her short stature allows Endora to be agile, and swift for the kill. What she lacks in muscle, she gained in wits. From her nose to the tip of her bushy tail, Endora is 6 feet long. She suffers from an almost unnoticeable limp, in her right hind leg, it doesn't bother her much, but every now in then it pains her to move her leg. ◇ Scars,Wounds: Endora has a number of scars, most of them small and hidden beneath her fur. A few scars demand attention, for example, there is a scar trailing along her entire right-side, reaching its deepest above her back leg. ◇ Personality: Endora is a masochist, taking pleasure from her pain. Her entire presence seems friendly, with her bubly attitude and nice words. Until she coaxed the wrong words out of you and is given no choice but to bring it up to the Viscountess. Endora is playful, watching and stalking her next victim, waiting for a slip up. What better way to find the rebels and the weaklings than to be inviting. She never really thought of her Viscountess as a cruel ruler. To have a strong pack there mustn't be a weak link, because a pack is only as strong as its weakest link. Endora enjoys her way of life and would take a lot of persuading to ever think of changing it l. She can be quite selfish when it comes to her Viscountess, obsessing over her, doing all she can to ensure Maeve has a long reign. ◇ Mate: She doesn't have a death wish ◇ Crush: so, this will stay anonymous ◇ Offspring: none ◇ Other: A cool winters day probably isn't the best to wash plates in ice cold water |
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