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 Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 3:40 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 4:12 am
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 Name :: Last Ash
Owner :: DaerilS
Rank :: Chief's Maw
Gender :: Male
Personality :: Decisive | Adventurous | Reserved | Dysphoric Last Ash has, for much of his life, been a typically shy wolf. Avoidance has been a fairly successful tactic in keeping from bodily harm when no longer having the protection of a family unit and finding yourself out there in the big wide world. This however, has of late been changing with the invitation to join his brother. He's conflicted in where his path is leading him, drawn one way to a life of freedom living by the wind, the other attached to the unknown of personal relationships. His transgender status has undoubtedly affected how he interacts with the world. He weighs the risk of interacting with another wolf, stranger or otherwise: will they misgender him, will they respect him, his autonomy or consider it forfeit considering his gender in relation to his body? The unknown has taught him to be decisive. Weighing the pros and cons of a situation comes snap fast; he finds wolves who are wishy washy a considerable annoyance and among his siblings he was often brash enough to make up their minds for them. He's clever. Not obnoxiously quick witted but he can solve problems efficiently. Devising strategies to maneuver through claimed territory, or to hunt the prey he does without help is his strong suit. Last Ash can spend hours caught up in his own thoughts and plans.
History :: Last Ash's beginnings were turbulent; he never seemed to fit quite right in the molds he was given. Born to a family unit with two surviving littermates, his first few months were filled with play and little expectations. At around seven months of age things however started to change, training began in earnest, and the pups were taught various tasks that would aid them in adulthood, but also traditions that were culturally specific, including many that were gendered. Last Ash couldn't wrap his mind around this, why it mattered who was doing what so long as it was done, and why he was forced to follow along with his sister instead of joining his brother. Last Ash began to challenge these traditions, often roping in his brother and sister who were eager enough to push at the status quo, but were also supportive of their brother who was still finding himself. At a little under a year Last Ash was confronted by his father, who demanded he toe the line or face the consequences, so for some months the young wolf kept his head down. At the first moment Last Ash finally stepped out of line, his father attacked him, beating him until his wheezing became a full asthma attack and his father backed down. The following day, Catch Fire and their sister helped Last Ash make a hasty escape, distracting their father and the rest of their kin long enough for him to pass through the trees and beyond the border. His first year alone was beyond difficult, downright deadly at times. The cold and loneliness replaced his family. Hunger became his mate. But as time marched on, he became wise, used his skills in his benefit, made traps for small game and learned to know the signs of a meal he could scavenge. Years went on and things got marginally easier, repetition lending a practiced hand, but all those lonely years he wondered about his family, his pack, their status as alive or dead, and were they still thriving? It wouldn't be until his fourth year summer that he got news of his family and his heart sank, bringing him to rush back to the territory so many hundreds of miles away.
Mate(s) :: Single
Open to Custom-In Family :: Yes
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Bonded :: Kiln
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Additional Information ::
• Ex-member, rejoining.
• Lived four of his five years outside of the pack.
 Name :: Fire Storm
Owner :: Keantha
Rank :: Auger's Claw
Gender :: Female
Personality :: Aggressive by nature, Stormy as she is called has the fire burning deep in her soul, a wildfire that is. She cares only for her twin Ember, their father, and her pack. The rest of the world could burn and she'd dance in the flames. It's not that she's evil, she just cares for what is hers.
History :: A product of an ill-advised tryst, Stormy and Ember were quickly taken from their mother when Chaser realized that the female and her 'mate' were truly wicked. Wanting to give his pups a better chance he tried to take all thee little ones, but when the youngest woke to cry for her mother, he had to take the two he was able too and run. Stormy has no memories of her mother or other sibling, only Ember and Chaser. She loves them wholeheartedly.
Mate(s) :: --
Open to Custom-In Family :: Unknown
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Bonded :: --
Den Location :: --
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 4:13 am
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 Name :: Evergloam
Owner :: medigel
Rank :: Warden of the First
Gender :: Male
Personality :: Once quiet and unfocused in his youth due to the circumstances of his entry to the pack, Evergloam quickly has grown to be a papa bear of sorts. There are leadership qualities in him - a will to see things through, awareness of his responsibility in his actions and words, and an honesty that can sometimes be painful - but something keeps him from stepping up. Perhaps it's his want to see others shine or, more likely, his absolute terror of failing. Something has caused him to believe only the worst possible thing can happen if he takes point. In most cases, the only time he'll step up is in the act of protecting another, regardless of bodily harm to himself.
He's since taken up Warden of the First in the wake of the raid, though that doesn't mean he's entirely comfortable with it yet. Evergloam seems more the reluctant soldier than the upstanding leader he has the potential to be.
Mentoring seems to be his favorite hobby, though only in an informal sense. Evergloam loves to learn and then give those seeds of knowledge to others so that they may grow elsewhere. He seems to have a knack for knowing tics and quirks about others especially, as his intuition is rather strong, though he would pale at the idea of using it for anything other than gentle teasing. Indeed despite his size and strength, he's a pushover in general.
The only surefire way to make the berserker angry is in seeing him fail or make mistakes. There, one might see the rare instance of Evergloam truly embodying his species' name, reacting with rather inappropriate amounts of anger. To circumvent this, he tries to stay in the background and be more of a support to others.
History :: Evergloam's litter came into the world as a conflict rather than a product of joy. Evergloam himself as the first-born male was treasured by their father as his would-be successor, but his younger siblings (and in particular his brother PhoenixAsh) were seen as pointless wastes of resources in the Waylands. Their mother fled south to avoid potential violence and abuses, and for a short time the four found a semblance of peace among the dead forest. The caves especially, with their bioluminescent moss, earthy scents, and strange crystals, became something of a home.
Unfortunately, a single mother with rather young pups is always at risk to be preyed upon - let alone a species that has never been seen before, and therefore is treated as Other, in a land she doesn't know. Set upon by a pack of starving coyotes, their mother sacrificed herself to stave them off long enough to get the children away. "Protect them!" she had ordered Evergloam as they fled. Perhaps it was too much to ask a pup to do, but Evergloam had tried to keep his siblings safe. Within a few days, however, the stress became too much, and the coyotes found them again. He doesn't remember much, beyond fighting, fleeing, pain, fear, and a sheen of red mist over his vision.
The Fire Bringer member that eventually found him half-dead claimed the only things he said were: "look", "for" and "ever". Those words haunt him still, though he doesn't quite know what they mean. The closest he's come to recollecting is his choice of dye, a strange pale green meant to mimic moss, evoking the smells of his childhood in an unknown place.
Growing up in the pack, he felt like he was always missing something. Evergloam's memory was filled with holes, and he actively avoided looking too deeply at it in fear of the nightmares that might come back to him - of losing something dear because he was too weak. Such was his need to "complete" himself that Evergloam was an oddly submissive youth, shouldering compliments and insults alike with a gentle giant's patience; it never felt like it was much about him so much as it was about others, anyway. He extended kindness to kinsmen and strangers alike, the latter of which eventually led to betrayal and murder. Only then did his fear of responsibility get shattered by the reality that if he continued to cower, more horrifying events like this could happen.
The moment he learned about the position of Warden of the First, a fire lit within him that he couldn't explain. This, he had to protect, just like he had to protect the pack. The drive was bone-deep, necessary as breathing - and until an ethereal appears to fulfill that niche, he will hover over all pack members alike with doglike stubbornness. Maybe even after.
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Open to Custom-In Family :: Unknown
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 4:14 am
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 Name :: Sunbreaker
Owner :: Krysin
Rank :: Scout
Gender :: Female
Personality :: Despite her youth, she is a serious and driven female with a tendency to be more bark than bite. Lately, she has become hyper focused on her duties as a scout, to the point where it could be considered an unhealthy obsession. She's not a personable wolf, and experiences difficulty making friends which has only worsened after losing her family.
History :: She thought she lost everything when the Outsiders attacked, and at the time she had felt like her close family had been everything to her. Her parents and sister were slaughtered without being given a real chance to defend themselves. At the time, Sunbreaker had just completed her rite of passage into adulthood. The loss of her family and the realization that her bloodline had dwindled significantly fueled a fire in her heart.
Sunbreaker had once thought of herself becoming a teacher, to guide other young wolves towards the future. Now, she desired to be a scout, to be the first line of defense for her pack and the sacred flame.
Mate(s) :: --
Open to Custom-In Family :: Unknown
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Parents --
Siblings --
Offspring --
Bonded :: --
Den Location :: --
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 4:15 am
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 Name :: Firechaser
Owner :: Keantha
Rank :: Storm Chaser | New Blood
Gender :: Male
Personality :: Focused and driven, Chaser;s whole life has been about the storms and the fire that comes from the sky.
History :: As a young pup, Chaser was badly burned along his spine in a brush fire that started from a lightning strike. Rather than terrify the young male, it caused an obsession in him. He would chase the storms for the rest of his puppyhood and young adult life seeking the flames once more, in awe of their power.
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 Name :: Whirling Heat
Owner :: Porcelain Pinch
Rank :: Storm Chaser | New Blood
Gender :: Male
Personality :: Whirl can be a bit of a spitfire. He really struggles with holding his temper and is quick to state what is on his mind. However; he is mainly bark with no bite. Whirl is a nervous wolf who tends to backpedal from a fight and is also superstitious in nature. When talking to those that he's close to he is affable, and very playful.
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Open to Custom-In Family :: Unknown
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Siblings Longclaw
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 Name :: Longclaw
Owner :: Owlsomniac
Rank :: Hunter | New Blood
Gender :: Male
Personality :: Gruff, stubborn, and can come off rather blunt. He's not trying to be an a**, but it may seem that way at times. It's just that he'd rather get straight to the point of things. Very much task driven, and tends to focus on what needs to be done until it's accomplished with little patience for distraction. Despite his rough edges, he is loyal to those who earn his trust and his dedication means he can always be relied upon.
History: Uh... I'll get back to you on this if that's ok! Might want to see about plotting with the other twin owner for this.
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 Name :: Hawthorn
Owner :: Zaikt
Rank :: Scout
Gender :: Male
Personality & History :: Bitter. Morbid. Unsettling. Perhaps even off-kilter.
All words that are, quite frankly, accurate descriptors of Hawthorn, at least in part. He's still young--enough to where he was barely at adulthood's doorstep when the outsiders attacked--but his view on the world is already turned quite dark. He holds a very personal grudge against any and all outsiders for the death of his packmates, particularly his older brother; Hawthorn himself didn't see him die, but he found what was left of him later. Cliffside had been the strapping, ideal son, whereas Hawthorn was always the lanky odd duck of the litter; most didn't believe that they were even related, but the two brothers were surprisingly close all the same. In his usual brave fashion, Cliffside had done his best to fight off the outsiders, and met his end for it, leaving all the familial expectations and attention to fall quite suddenly on Hawthorn's shoulders. He doesn't know how to deal with this, and instead figures it's best to simply disappear. He didn't want that mantle, and now he can't give it back.
He witnessed the outsiders' attack firsthand, and, unsurprisingly enough, that night is still firmly engraved in his memory. The unfeeling bloodshed he saw gave Hawthorn a predilection for death, a fascination for the process that borders on unnerving; this, coupled with the fact that he's already a fierce fighter, means that a lot of wolves would much prefer to leave him well enough alone. Hawthorn prefers isolation, really. He doesn't mind it when others come to him, but he works better without anyone else's shadows crowding his space. He'd make an excellent scout, what with his chameleon-like tendency to put on different masks, so to speak, when dealing with others; however, his true nature invariably shines through, and the guise unravels.
He's good enough at sticking to the shadows to where he can stay unnoticed if need be, a fact that he commonly uses to eavesdrop on others. It's always useful to have a few nuggets of information on hand, and he likes having that kind of control. After everything you love goes to hell, sometimes, you find ways to deal with it that aren't the best for you. Hawthorn's constant desire for an upper hand, something to turn the tides in his favor, comes directly out of what he's seen.
Or does it? I don't know, do you want to ask him? He's got that look in his eye again.
Mate(s) :: --
Open to Custom-In Family :: Unknown
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Parents --
Siblings Cliffside(deceased)
Offspring --
Bonded :: --
Den Location :: --
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 4:17 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 4:18 am
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