Name: CathalGender: MaleAge: Five Years OldRank Requested: Alpha MaleMentor/Apprentice: NoneAppearance: Cathal stands at the upper end of the average male gray wolf and has a thicker, longer tail. He also has a heavier build than some of his fellow wolves, and this is brought on by the fact that the male is mostly made of muscle. Most of his strength is hidden by his pristine fur coat, but it’s still clear that this is a wolf who knows how to gain strength and keep it. A jagged scar runs down his left, front leg, a toe on his back, right paw is missing, a small scar stands out at the corner of his right eye, and another, deeper one is on his left haunch. His left, front leg is slightly crooked, and he favors his right leg when walking or running.Personality: Although Cathal was raised for three months by a ferocious wolf with nothing on his mind but power, he keeps more to what his mother taught him in the months after that, which was how to be a gentleman. He always keeps his word, never going back on a promise. When he says he’ll do something, he means it. He doesn’t lie, like so many others. He doesn’t see the point in it. He respects the wishes of others and appreciates them, often dolling out compliments to whom he sees fit. He rarely loses his temper or raises his voice, and the only time you’ll see him truly angry is when an opponent is threatening something that he loves. He’s selfless, always looking to do things for the good of the pack and not ever wanting to gain power. He’s humble and loyal, though rough around enemies. He aspires to perfection, but doesn’t get overwhelmed or upset when he doesn’t reach it. He simply tries again. He’s courageous and chivalrous, always doing the right thing without anyone asking him to. He’s calm and peaceful and somehow seems to calm those around him. His mother always taught him to be well-groomed, and so his fiery coat is almost always neat (unless he’s just finished with a demanding activity, such as hunting or fighting). The one trait his mother always prided herself in giving him was his magnanimousness.
Unfortunately, the events that happened early in his life left him with scars in his disposition. While he’s an excellent listener and will talk to any wolf about any of their problems, as soon as the conversation turns to him, he closes up. He doesn’t like talking about what happened to him in the past or what’s currently on his mind. Only wolves that are closest to him know about why he only has three toes on his back foot, why his leg is tilted outward slightly, or where the scars on his haunch, leg, and face came from.
Cathal has a strong sense of humor, and while his intellectual jokes are not usually laughed at, he loves laughing. He has a strong mind on his shoulders and knows many of the plants and herbs that can be used for healing (another fact that few know about him. He’s never really had to demonstrate this ability in the pack). He’s very aware of what’s going on around him, and some have even called him assertive or said he commands authority, though Cathal thinks of himself as an average wolf. He could easily be taken advantage of because he’s so giving (that would be mean, but it could happen).
Because Cathal has a strong, well-oiled mind, he tends to be firm on his opinions. He stands strong for what he believes in and is not easily swayed unless the opposing wolf has an above-average argument to prove him wrong. Even then, he might only agree to disagree. In this way, he can be found stubborn, but only if the wolf that’s talking with him gets into topics that have contradictory beliefs. He has a scientific mind more than a mind focused on gods, but he does believe there is a higher power. He believes this god decides punishments and rewards, as this is what his mother told him, which is one reason of many that he tries every day to be the best wolf that he is capable of being.History: Cathal was born to a mother and father who were consumed with the leadership needs of the pack. They were facing tough times when his litter was born and were more concerned with the good of the pack than their own offspring. His two brothers, one sister, and him were mostly raised by a power-hungry beta looking to look good to the alphas. He had never raised puppies before and treated them harshly.
After two weeks, the runt of the litter died, because his mother wouldn’t lie still long enough for all her puppies to get enough food. Since he was the weakest, he was the last to eat and suffered for her lack of attention. Cathal, being the strongest of his littermates, began to make sure that everyone had plenty of milk. He would give up his own meals if he saw his brother or sister were going hungry.
Three months went by without incident. The beta began to train them, teaching them skills to fight and stalk. He trained them to be silent assassins and fierce warriors. Sika punished them with wounds more than words, and Cathals’ scar on his leg and the one by his eye both came from his teacher. One rainy evening, he was pitting them against one another in battle, as he often did. Eridian, Cathal’s brother, was slower than his two siblings and couldn’t grasp the knowledge that was being forced upon him. Sika grew irate all at once and leapt at the puppy, instantly killing him when he smashed the tiny skull in his jaws. Cathal and Dysis immediately reacted, jumping forward to try and defend their brother, though they were already too late. With a snap of his jaws, Cathal was thrown into a tree and Dysis’s throat was torn out. There was little the two could do against a full-grown wolf. Cathal staggered to his paws, feeling the broken leg that he had suffered from the fall. Sika had turned away, lucky for the puppy. Cathal tottered forward, beginning a desperate search for his parents. When he found them, he rushed toward them, crying out. But Sika had beat him to the pair and had told a tale of a bear that had come to the clearing and how Sika had fought it off, but not before it had killed the three puppies. But Cathal had lived, and he had a different story to tell.
His parents had paid him little attention until now and were more keen to believe the beta than their own son. The alpha thoroughly believed his right-hand wolf and sentenced his three-month-old son to live out the rest of his life (which he said would be short) alone in the woods. Horribly upset, Cathal went off on his own, not knowing what else to do. He found an empty badgers den and curled into it, quickly falling asleep.
He woke with a start and heard something outside. His heart thrummed in his chest, thinking of the unknown, when a familiar head peaked through the opening. His mother’s sad golden eyes looked straight at her son. Gingerly, she put her teeth on his ruff and pulled him out. She had fought with her mate, trying to convince him that Cathal was telling the true version of the story. They had found no sign of a bear, and the alpha male had blamed it on the rain, but she was smarter than that. She had come to rescue her son.
She carried him away from the pack until she thought they were safe from whoever might come after them. Under her care, he healed quickly. He took note of the different plants she used to speed the healing. He grew stronger as the months passed, though his leg never fully returned to normal. His mother taught him the rest of what he needed to know, and they began to go hunting together. They lived in peace for a year of Cathal’s life.
It didn’t last. On one hunting trip, Cathal took a step and heard a loud crash and a searing pain in his paw. A metal trap had caught his paw in its teeth. His mother stayed by his side, trying to help him get it out, but as hard as they pulled, and as much as she chewed at it, the thing wouldn’t budge. Just before dusk, three burly men came to check on the trap and found the pair. Cathal’s mother instantaneously went into action, surging toward the men while Cathal pulled harder at his paw. As a shot echoed through the forest and his mother fell to the ground, Cathal managed to pull free, leaving a toe behind. He sprinted for cover, but not before a bullet sank into his haunch. He escaped with his life, though, and he continued running until the morning. Remembering his mother’s herbs and remedies, Cathal worked to find and apply the plants that he could remember. His wounds got better, though the bullet never came out. He continued traveling, searching for a place to call home. He got into a few more scuffles with a few loners, each teaching him a little more about what to do in a real battle. Other: Nope.Role-played By: Talin -------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Sylan
Gender: Female
Age: Three Years Old
Rank Requested: Scout
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Appearance: Sylan is an average size wolf with a heftier build than most of the wolves where she is originally from. Her fur is denser than any wolf in the enclosure, and so in the summers of Canada, it is harder for the female to keep cool. Sylan has a big head with unique eyes framed by the multi-colored fur that forms a mask on her face. She has a thick body, short legs, and a blunt tail that keep her apart from other wolves.
Personality: Sylan, when not angered, is a very motherly figure to the wolves around her. She cares deeply for her pack, having invested so much in them. If someone is in trouble, she will do absolutely anything that she can to help them, not caring if she risks her own safety for another pack member. Sylan always wanted a family, and so loves anything to do with puppies. They bring her joy. However, she is very sensitive to family life, and if anything goes wrong that she is emotionally invested in, she is easily shaken. If she becomes too upset, Sylan withdraws, blocking out the world and fleeing reality.
Sylan is also very realistic. If you come to her with a problem, she will lay out the best path to take. If you want to know statistics, she’ll tell you the truth. In this way, she can be abrupt and can seem harsh (though, really she’s friendly and caring). She has a dissatisfaction with everyday life because of her fascination for the irrational. To her, everyday life is boring and monotonous, and she finds a break in this dull cycle with adventure. She loves traveling and excitement and can be quite the impulsive daredevil, but Sylan must have a stable home that doesn’t change. She likes the security and stability the pack provides, but if she needs to get away, she’ll make her own adventure at the drop of a hat.
As with most high-ranking wolves, Sylan has a very organized mind. She can recall who a wolf is and their place in the pack upon looking at a face. Sylan is also very intuitive and can often guess when something is wrong in the Canton pack, though there are times when this feeling arises, and when she follows it, nothing has happened.
Despite the happy-go-lucky disposition of the scout, Sylan has her one pet peeve. She loves having her independence at times, even though she lives in a pack, and will often stray away from other members when she’s feeling overwhelmed. If a wolf invades her space, she becomes a little bit of a demon, transforming into a fighter. That is the only time she will react negatively to a wolf in her own pack.
Lastly, Sylan is a rather sensitive female (she doesn't like to admit that one!). When insulted, she'll become lethargic and will not want to do her duties.
History: Sylan was born into a rather large pack and grew to be a very proud little thing, besting her siblings in almost every competition while making her parents proud. When her father became too old to rule the pack, leadership was passed down to her, as they believed she was best suited to be alpha female. Sylan did a great job in her short time as alpha.
Unfortunately, hunters moved through her pack and killed almost all of them, including her mate and newborn puppies. The female managed to flee with her life, but a price. She lost everything she had, and when she found another pack, she was named as a scout, holding very little power.
Other: Nope
Role-played By: Talin
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