by paradox. » Thu Mar 28, 2013 6:57 am
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Keme{ 3 years old } { Hunter } { Soulless Pack }
Who Are You? → [ n a m e ] "My name is Keme. You pronounce it key-meh." The name means secrets in Native American. He was named this because his whereabouts before he came to the pack are a mystery. He himself is also an enigma wrapped into a large wolf. Thus this name fits him quite well.
[ a g e ]He is only around 3 years old, meaning a young adult. It is a reasonable time to be called mature but he carries himself with the dignity of an more mature wolf.
[ g e n d e r ] "I am a brute and I sincerely hope you are not doubting me on that."
Many wolves would of course make this mistake. He has been teased before on his height. He is of course sturdy with muscles like any brute but he is rather small. Thus he makes up for this with his speed and intelligence which helped him win his rank.
[ r a n k ] he is a hunter
[ p a c k ] Soulless Wolf PackWho do you know? → [ c r u s h ] "Not yet." No one has caught his eye yet but maybe someone will soon.
[ m a t e ] "Though I do want one soon, not now."
[ p u p s ] "Cute little buggers." He really does enjoy pups and finds them adorable but right now he has no pups.
[ f a m i l y ] He can't remember his family.
[ f r i e n d s ] I'll name them later
[ e n e m i e s ] Of course whoever acts hostile to my packWhat do you look like? → [ f u r ] His fur holds two colors. The first is the ever present tawny color that you are able to see on his under belly, paws and muzzle. The next color is an ashen black that is on most of his back and tail. It is hardly noticeable but around the paws the shade of tawny lightens quite a bit.
[ e y e c o l o r ] His eye color is the normal yellow for a wolf.
[ m a r k i n g s ] On his shoulder blade there is a small scar that had been there for as long as he could remember.
[ D e s c r i p t i o n ] He is small for a male, being only slightly larger than a normal female. This of course can confuse many wolves as while he holds the size of a female and the litheness he still has the muscles of a male. His eyes are a sharp yellow color which are ever alert. He has a scar on his shoulder which he got before his amnesia though he doesn't know how he got it. His fur is two colored, being both tawny and black.More in-depth → [ p e r s o n a l i t y ] Keme has a serious nature about him. Though he is young he seems to carry himself with the grace of someone older than who he is. He often keeps to himself, being reserved and prefers to keep his solitude. This does not mean he would reject the company of others however. Solitude and loneliness are two very different things. He is not the most talkative wolf and prefers to let his actions speak for him but of course there are times when actions just don't display what we want it to. This is when he gets chatty. He doesn't like talking because of this embarrassing thing about him. When he starts talking he hardly stops until someone tells him to stop and if talking about something important he may gloss over what you say and continue to ramble. Thus he finds this his worst quality and worked on keeping his mouth shut.
Another big part of his nature is his loyalty. He keeps his promises and never forgets what he owes. He always finds a way to pay back whatever he owes to anyone, not one to like being in debt. Keme is a rather intelligent wolf, knowing how to play out his strengths and when to back down. He tries to avoid fights, thinking them useless but if someone dares to threaten what is important to him he can put up a fight. There is a large chance he will lose in terms of strength but then there are other things that can make up for that.
There are many things that he likes and dislikes. His most favorite thing is probably taking walks under the guise of "patrolling borders." Of course he does patrol the borders but spends a little extra time just walking through the trees and finding places in the territory. Why does he do this? Of course because it can get him some extra time to be alone. If you want to accompany him by all means go ahead because he doesn't mind. He also enjoys the taste of deer the best, liking the texture of the meat and easy to break skin. His pet peeve is definitely owing someone. He of course has owed others before but has always made up for it in some way. He dislikes the thought that there is someone out there that he owes something to and thus has to make up for it in some large way. He dislikes the summer because while there are many different prey available for his pack it is also a time when the water dries up and there are hardly any rains.
[ h i s t o r y ] His life started 3 years ago like any other wolf. That's where the similarity ended though.He doesn't remember anything before he woke up on the side of a river bank in the middle of the woods. All he remembered was his name and his age but nothing before.
Keme's eye sight was hazy as he glanced around him. He half walked, half draged the bottom half of his body out of the muddy bank and onto dry land, plopping down tiredly on the gravel there. It was one of those times he was glad that it was summer because honestly the sun was helping him dry off quite a bit and the sun was extremely good for warming him up after having been in a freezing cold river... Why had he been in that river in the first place?
Yellow-green eyes promptly opened as he looked around him again, his mind significantly less groggy. Name? Keme. Age? Three years. Pack? That was where he drew a blank. Where was he? Who was he? Why was he actually here? He remembered nothing of himself and of his former pack. What if he had someone back there and he didn't even know? Why couldn't he remember anything!?
Looking down, Keme had finally noticed the blood trailing down his tawny colored fur. He looked to his side and noticed the sharp cut in his shoulder and the blood oozing out. Crud. Keme hastily washed what he could off in the river and began following it northwards. Who knew where he was going but he might as well try to see if he was going in the right direction.
After a few weeks of travelling alone he had finally met another wolf. Not just one wolf but a whole pack. It had been the pack he now resides in today and honestly he was glad to have found this pack. Though the days may be long and maybe at times tedious, he enjoys it here very much and is grateful for everything the pack has done for him. Though he hates being in debt he knows that this is one debt thats going to take a while to return.
[ o t h e r ] Avalanche or soulless. All pictures do not belong to me. Credit goes to their original owners.Blood Red Moon{ 3 Years Old } { Alphas Guard } { Avalanche Pack }
Who Are You? → [ n a m e ] "My name is Blood Red Moon. Otherwise I just go by Red. Why not Moon? I thought why not go original and chose the middle part of my name instead. Of course the name I was called Blood Red is because of my rust colored fur while my other siblings were silver or gray like my mother. I was the only one out of a group of 4 who had managed to get my fathers fur color. Moon was of course because I was born under a full moon. It's quite simple really."
[ a g e ] She is only around 3 years old, meaning a young adult. It is considered mature but she still acts puppy like at times.
[ g e n d e r ] "I am a fae... Yeah I can see why you would make that mistake though." Though she clearly has the size and smoothness of a fae she has muscles hidden beneath her pelt from training so hard. She has a clear tomboyish attitude and is of course aggressive. This and her job of course make it seem like she could be a male.
[ r a n k ] "Alphas Guard" Red had trained long and hard to get this position. It had been a long and strenuous process, especially considering how hard she had to train to even catch the alphas attention.
[ p a c k ] Avalanche Wolf PackWho do you know? → [ c r u s h ] Someone has to catch my eye first
[ m a t e ] No one yet
[ p u p s ] Someday maybe.
[ f a m i l y ] Akhalli; mother
Kortan; father
Farrow; brother
Serita; sister
[ f r i e n d s ] I'll name them later
[ e n e m i e s ] Of course whoever acts hostile to my packWhat do you look like? → [ f u r ] Her fur color, as said above, is a deep russet with tints of black running through it. As a pup the red was more prominent however but as she aged the black came through. You could see that her underbelly is a creme color though she wishes it matched the rest of her red fur as she had come to like it a lot. Her tail tip is black as well.
[ e y e c o l o r ] Her eye color is a dark green shade that stands out in contrast to her red fur.
[ m a r k i n g s ] A scar across her thigh.
[ D e s c r i p t i o n ] She has the body type of a regular female. She is a little taller than the average height and has muscles but that was from training. She is lithe and strong as her rank demands her to be and can think best when under pressure as that is when her most impulsive ideas usually come out.More in-depth → [ p e r s o n a l i t y ] For one thing, Red is extremely dedicated to her job. She worked hard to be here and works hard to take care of her pack. She never stops working and often watches over the pack at night to check for intruders even when it is not asked of her. This leads to my next detail about her. She is cautious. She fears being betrayed like her mother was and often stays up just to watch. Hardly anything escapes her eye as she needs to be prepared for every moment. She acts as if everything could attack the pack and is only calm when she is sure everyone is safe. So yes she is extremely jumpy and can often be compared to a worry wart.
Aside from that she is a very kind she-wolf... If she likes you. Snark and sarcasm are one of her best tools and she uses it with skill. She hardly trusts anyone outside of her pack though if you've gained her respect you've gained her friendship. She is loyal to her friends and to her alpha and if you think of hurting them she will hunt you down and make you pay. Red often thinks of loyalty as her best point but really it is the passion that she carries and the dedication to things that she loves that is her best.
[ h i s t o r y ] I was actually born, in a litter of 4, to the omega pair of a far off pack. As you probably know, omegas are one of the most mistreated wolves of a pack. They either did something to break the alphas trust or they just weren't that well liked. My parents had somehow lost their alphas trust in a way they refused to tell me. All I knew was that I ate last and was forced to put up with the punishment I had inherited from my parents. My family was scorned and the entire pack was just waiting for us to leave. Two of my siblings had died in a matter of weeks from malnutrition.
My remaining sibling and I were forced to endure all the teasing and soon, when he was 9 months, he left the pack for good. My family hasn't heard of him since. From here the story gets interesting. I had gone hunting on my own for something to tide me over till the next hunt since I knew I probably wouldn't get that much food. Anyways, I was chasing a rabbit when some dumb hunter said that that was his prey and that I "chased it away". Of course I was mad at this accusation when I knew that I spotted the rabbit first. We got into it and somehow I won. He ran back with his tale between his legs and when I went back to the pack I heard him making up a fake story about how he chased another wolf away from pack borders.
The scratches on my body didn't go unnoticed however. The alpha was a fair wolf and so he pieced two and two together. Though I was beat up often, I had blood on my pelt which rarely ever happened. He got my rank changed to a fighter. Though many wolves disagreed, I was quite happy in my new role. A few months later, though, some bullies from my pack started to harass me. I tried to fight it off but they hurt me badly and forced me to leave the territory. I was forced to heal my own wounds as best I could and to make it out alone. I had stumbled on this pack while accidentally hunting in their territory. They were welcoming enough and when they offered to take me in I of course agreed readily.
[ o t h e r ] Avalanche or soulless. All pictures do not belong to me. Credit goes to their original owners.Last edited by
paradox. on Thu Mar 28, 2013 11:38 am, edited 6 times in total.
The Universe is very, very big.
It also loves a paradox. For example, it has some extremely strict rules.
Rule number one: Nothing lasts forever.
Not you or your family or your house or your planet or the sun. It is an absolute rule. Therefore when someone says that their love will never die, it means that their love is not real, for everything that is real dies.
Rule number two: Everything lasts forever.
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