Winter Sun ☼ wolves . open

[snowing]

Non-GIF ref.(By Jaromír Kadeřábek)

⋙ "Please call me by Miss. Kuu, I prefer you to not just call me by my first name due to the fact of me personally enjoying names be pronouced in a more formal way."
⋙ "About 5 years right now."
⋙ "I'm a girl, even though it's pretty normal if I get called a guy here and there to me."
⋙ "Well, I had my father, Key, then my 9 brothers Iku,Avaritia,Sininen,Teräs,Vesi,Vinncent,Lasi,Dakota and last but not least Contritio. I don't know who my mom was, all I remember is dad telling me and my brothers that mom had left for a while."

⋙ "I'm 84cm to the shoulder"
⋙ "38.5 kg, a bit on the plump side, but that shouldn't hurt a thing, now should it?"
⋙ If you dig deep enough into Kuu's personality you'll she's a odious brute that despises everything and everyone around her, she takes little to no caring of others with the exception of her love interest or offspring and will have a rather unnerving tone in her voice to anyone that tries to talk or provoke her. Kuu is also not one of the "friendly" kind of wolves that you should hold a great trust to, because she will easily twist and bend to get under your skin if she sees anything that she can push over the edge to get some amusement or a few chuckles from it
⋙ history here
⋙ "Why, the Lead fighter of course!"
⋙ "I don't have I crush."
⋙ "I do not wish to have a mate, it would slow me down greatly."
⋙ "I despise children, so no puppies for me."

⋙[I'll make a male soon]

[ Still a WIP ]

[Lena.]

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“α мαи мıgħт Befяıeиđ

α ωøłf, eνeи Bяeακ

α ωøłf, вυт иø мαи

¢øυłđ тяυłч Tαмe α ωøłf.”

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▇ Name: My name is Isadora.

▇ Nickname: Most people I know call me Isa which I like much more than Isadora

▇ Gender: I am a female.

▇ Age: I am two and a half years old at the moment.

▇ Family: Well I do have family somewhere but I haven't spoken to them in years... I am a little bit wary about the whole family topic but I will get into that later on...

▇ Crush: Well right now I have not yet found anyone that I would consider being in a relationship with but I am always open to everything and anything.

▇ Mate: Unfortunately not. No one has ever seemed to like me in that way and neither have I and I don't want to settle down with just anyone, I want to find the right person to grow old with.

▇ Offspring:I have always loved the idea of little pups running around my feet and them looking up to me but I guess for the moment I can always settle with babysitting and playing with the packs pups

▇ Pack: I am currently in November Tree's pack

▇ Rank: I am currently one of the loyal hunters of November Tree's

▇ Goal Rank: One day I wish to be Lead Hunter but I know that at the moment I am too young and inexperienced but I hope that over time the pack will one day look to me to lead the hunts... Yeah yeah, I know that will never happen but its always good to set goals right?

ＤＩＧＧＩＮＧ Ａ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＤＥＥＰＥＲ

Okay... so here it goes... My name of Isadora (pronounced eye-sah-door-ah) was given to me by my mother who went by the name of Tatania (pronounced Tay-tahn-eeya). She only ever had one litter which included me and my brother Ezra who was by far the larger out of both us. All three of us lived as loners for the majority of our childhood in dense woodland away from any others wolves. I never saw my father but my mum always said that he was an amazing wolf and that it wasn't his fault that he wasn't with us.
I guess I was curious about my father but I never felt a compelling urge to go looking for him seeing as my mother, brother and I handled ourselves just fine just the way it was. As I grew older I started to wonder more and more about my father and a few weeks after I turned one I asked my mum about him. She sat me down and told me everything... Now I'm not going to tell you everything but the gist of what happened is that my mother and father fell in love but my father had a rank in the pack that forbade him the option of having a mate. When my mother found out she was carrying pups she forced my father to tell the pack the truth, truly believing that things were going to be okay... See, my mother was a bit naive and she tried her hardest to find the best in everyone which normally is a good thing, but not this time. The pack exiled my mother and declared that if she ever tried to come back they would kill her without hesitation. My mother took one last look at my father and then left.
She never went back for him because she knew that if anything happened to her no one would be able to look after my me and my brother. So I knew that she would never go looking and she had warned me not to go looking for him but one day I did and the pack, sensing a stranger, attacked me. I was about one year old and not very strong but all the months wrestling with Ezra made me not a complete failure at protecting myself, nevertheless I was almost killed that day, the only reason I wasn't, was because my mum came into the picture at the last minute and tried to fend them off but she was outnumbered five to one and didn't stand a chance she begged me to run back to Ezra and so I did catching one last look at her bloodied body on the ground taking one last gulp of air... When I arrived back at the cave were we staying at the time, me and Ezra both decided to go our separate ways promising that we will both always remember each other... And then I started journeying through the forest and I found a kind pack of wolves who took me in, and that's where I am now.
*Huff* that was probably the longest time I've ever spoken about my family... Just promise that you won't judge me for what happened in the past To this day I don't really like talking about it so think of that as a special treat... just don't tell anyone about it!

ＷＨＡＴ ＤＯ Ｉ ＬＯＯＫ ＬＩＫＥ？

Okay... so you wanna know what I look like? Well first off I think you should know that I don't judge people, or liked to be judged, just by appearance, I believe that who you are inside matters must more than whats on the outside. But I guess you still want to know about my appearance so here it goes. Well I am pretty much average all over, I am average height and weight and I have quite a lean and lithe, but not weak, figure. My coat isn't as beautifully glossy as some, but it is in no way manky. My pelt is a grayish colour with touches of red throughout it. My nose and face is slightly lighter than the rest of me and the tips of my eyes are slightly darker than the rest of me. My eyes are a light brown bordering on topaz, one thing I do pride myself on is my legs, mainly my back ones, they are quite muscly but still quite lean which lets me jump long distances. I am an okay runner but you won't see me winning any races for my speed but my agility is something I do like to show off... Even though I know showing off is bad... Oh well it's the only thing that I'm proud of, why not flaunt it *cheeky face*.
I also have a long scar leading along my body from my shoulder blade to just above my tail which got there when I was attacked by the pack my mum was exiled from. I used to hate it but it has grown to be a part of me.

ＤＯ Ｉ ＢＥＬＩＥＶＥ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ？

Wait, what sort of question is that? Well... if you must know I have never felt that way about someone and nor has anyone felt that way about me. Don't get me wrong I love hanging out with friends or pretty much any other wolf and I am quite a friendly person but like I said... friends... I really love the idea of having pups and having a loving family but I only want whats perfect... I don't want something forced or unnatural, I want actual love. So for now I am going to stick with friends and not go any further than that until I meet that special person who at the moment I don't know even exists...
So yes, to answer that I do believe in love but I don't believe you can force yourself to love someone even if you don't.
I am always told that I am naive about the whole "true love thing" and that its not how it works and maybe they're right and I'm wrong but for now I'm sticking with what I think until someone proves to me otherwise.

ＨＯＷ ＤＯ Ｉ ＴＲＥＡＴ ＯＴＨＥＲＳ？

Well, that's a pretty tough question. I try to act as friendly as possible whenever I can but I think sometimes I might come off a little possessive... I'm not gonna lie I can be kinda bossy at times but as soon as I notice that I might be making others feel bad I try and rectify it right away, I;m not sure if people notice me being bossy but they probably do. I try to be modest as much as possible and I don't like to take credit for good deeds that I do. I like more the satisfaction of knowing that it was me who did that but I don't like bragging about it. I am a daring kinda gal and sometimes I do stupid things trying to be the hero... Or so people tell me anyway.
I have an okay self esteem but if one person judges me I will mull over what they said for probably days on end. If you've ever heard the saying "You can have 1000 compliments given to you but one negative comment will make it seem like they were never said" or something along those lines anyway, yeah well that's pretty much how it is for me. Sometimes I think I try too hard to be liked but like I said I probably just come off as possessive. One light spot is I am always the optimist, I will try and find the good in every situation or in every wolf, people sometimes ask me how I stay so positive and I just tell them that I get it from my mother which is who I aim to be like and who I think of everyday.
I like the company of others but if I am feeling down I will want to be alone so you know something is up when you see me all by myself not talking to anyone. I also try to follow as many rules as possible and only ever break them if I am trying to help someone or something. I think I can be kinda funny but I am not known for my jokes.
So all in all I am a pretty happy, outgoing and positive person who wants to be liked but doesn't like showing off. Yeah I know a bit of a weird mix but that's okay, at least I'm one of a kind.

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Sorry it was a little long, if there are any issues feel free to PM me or just on here I'm sure I will check the thread regularly . And also I don't have time to proofread this tonight but I will in the morning so excuse any mistakes.

❈ Kind regards, Lana

[wickedbvnes]

[Nickname ] :: The most common nickname that she has is Stormy. It is the only thing apart from her birth given name that she will respond to.
[ Age ] :: For three years, her presence has been known to the world
[ Gender ] :: Storm was born as a female
[ Rank ] :: A fearsome fighter is the position that Storm has.
[ Species ] :: Eastern Wolf blood runs through her veins
[ Status ] :: Healthy
[ Fame ] :: Many wolves know her tale - there are few that have not heard of her (or her family's) endeavors
[ Title ] :: In the legends, Storm is known by three names - Storm, Storm of Fallen Roses, and Storm of the Thrylikó
[ Pack ] :: The pack.





[ Coat ] :: Storm has a fluffy pelt that is thick and relatively soft
[ Fur Colour ] :: The fur that covers her body is a mix of greys and browns of various intensities
[ Eye Colour ] :: Storm's eyes are a brilliant gold, like individual flashes of lightning
[ Markings ] :: To begin with, there is a sort of helmet of darker grey that spills from the top of her head, down her face and back. The majority of the area along her spine is a mish mash of greys and light and dark browns. Her legs are lighter than the rest of her body, matching the lower part of her jaw and her belly. Her ears are rimmed in brown with light beige tips, and her tail tips out at black.
[ Scars ] :: Storm has many battle scars hidden beneath her thick fur, but the only ones that are noticeable are on her leg, and the one that falls from the bridge of her nose and down the left side of her jaw, down to her chin
[ Build ] :: Where the hardened female grew up, she was a warrior, so her fur hides solid muscles. Apart from this, she is small, as is usual with her breed






[ Personality ] :: Storm is not one for friendly games or relaxing. Her mind is a vortex of spiraling information and judgements. "Friend" is not a word that fits anywhere into her vocabulary. To her, the pack is not a place for forging bonds and for making jokes - it is a link of mutual agreement for the bettering of the likelihood of survival. Like a storm, Storm is relentless and unforgiving. She will do whatever it takes to make sure that she will carry on - even if it takes her to the teetering point of life.
In her endeavors, Storm has taught herself the way of the herb, how to hunt, how to fight, and how to outsmart even the most sly of the coyotes. She does not take no for an answer, and will not tolerate any signs of weakness. Weakness, to her, is anything that is not constructive to making life possible. Though she does not see a point to love, she will choose a mate - likely to be the strongest and best suited for providing offspring - just to spread the line of her genealogy and ensure the survival of wolves for years to come.
Many have made the claim that she is all data and no emotion, but that would not be true. Her anger is quick as a whip, and her trust brings out an entirely different side that extremely few have ever gotten the chance to get to know. That softer, more delicate side remains hidden, because Storm sees kindness as a weakness and an openness for enemies to strike her down. She also suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, which has led to periods of withdrawl, where she becomes unable to be reached, as well as a nagging voice in her head that counters her every thought with ideals of happiness and not just seeing the roses for their use, but enjoying their sight and smell as well
[ Weaknesses ] :: She holds next to no care for anyone other than herself, and is not entirely stable in the head. Her speed is not fantastic, and she also suffers terribly from a lack of ability to properly communicate her thoughts and emotions
[ Strengths] :: Storm is strong, has good stamina, and is intelligent. Her abilities to observe the commonly missed aid in keeping the pack aware of potential dangers
[ Talents ] :: Storm has a remarkably convincing stare that she gives that has made some of the bravest of wolves cower in fear
[ Habits ] :: Keeping herself apart from the pack and being "emotionless"






[ Crush ] :: Storm does not see the time for this sort of thing
[ Mate ] :: Storm has not found a male worth spreading her line with
[ Pups ] :: They do not exist, save for in the folly of her counter-head voice
[ Friends ] :: Storm sees making friends as a waste of her time, so she does not have any
[ Enemies ] :: Any who have dared to cross her


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[ Mother ] :: Kindle :: Deceased ~~ An Eastern Wolf, like her daughter. Kindle was the leader of Storm's birth pack, and raised her children to be tools of survival alongside her mate. Her heart only moved for her mate, but she felt nothing for the little bundles of fur that wasted too much time with romping around with games. She died in the battle of the Prairie, alongside the majority of her pack at the age of seven years
[ Father ] :: Tiger :: Deceased ~~ A grey wolf. Tiger was the leader of Storm's birth pack - called Rose Petals - and just as keen on survival as his mate. He was more lenient for his pups than his mate, but kept up a stern front whenever she was around. Tiger felt love for all those that were under his reign, but the strongest was for his family. Having led a pack of legends, he expected the same from his children. He died in the battle of the Prairie, alongside the majority of his pack at the age of eight years
[ Older Brother ] :: Adymn :: Alive ~~ Adymn was more of a grey wolf in appearance than he was eastern wolf. He was ambitious and did things on his own time and with his own reasons. Unlike his parents, Adymn held strong to a sense of righteousness, rather than survival. He grew up to be the father of many, and leads a pack of his own now - with the kindness that he rarely ever received as a pup. He is currently five years old
[ Older Brother ] :: Kye :: Deceased ~~ A male that was very much like his father, but had more of a prankster within him. Like Adymn, he was born in the first of the four litters that his parents had. He showed more eastern wolf in his appearance, but kept his large size from his father's side of the family. Kye lived a short three years before meeting his match in a brouhaha between his pack and a rival one
[ Older Sister ] :: Katima :: Deceased ~~ Storm's only older sister. She was the only survivor of the second litter that her parents had. Katima was a mirror image of her mother, but had her father's bright amber eyes. She was as cold and determined as her mother was, and met her own demise when she foolishly took on a rabid bear in battle. Though she was victorious, the disease drove her to insanity, and she would up walking right over the edge of a cliff at the age of three
[ Brother ] :: Gusty :: Deceased ~~ Gusty only lived to be six months old, but was the oldest of the third litter that was birthed to Tiger and Kindle. He would have looked like a balanced mix of his parents, if it had not been for an elder pack member who spotted that something was "off" about him and thus the execution of a weak link was made before the eyes of every member - including Gusty's sister, Storm
[ Younger Sister ] :: Jaznae :: Alive ~~ Fortunately for Jaz, she was born in a time where her parents had softened with age and were unable to be as vigorous with their training as before. She is compassionate and is within a pack where she has fallen for a handsome and intelligent male. Her appearance is a balanced mix of her two parents, but she remains more petite thanks to her mother's small stature. She is currently two years old
[ Younger Brother ] :: Jaimin :: Deceased ~~ Looking like his father, the two parents expected Jai to become the next leader. However, before that could happen, the intelligent young male met his demise in the battle of the Prairie. He was one and six months at the time


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[ History ] :: Eight months.

It was for the first eight months of her life that Storm of the Rose Petals listened in rapt silence to the stories of the endeavors and feats of the pack she was born in to. For six of those eight months. Her brother Dusty had been partner to these story sessions. But he was dead because he was not strong. They had been warned that they would not be treated specially just because their parents were the alphas. And so, because he had not heeded the warning, Dusty was dead. A hole sat in the young female's heart, left from the absence of her cheerful brother. But now she was eight months old. Father had trained her. She was ready.

Alongside her was her best friend and partner in everything she did - Cole. The two would be in the leading front in a border skirmish between the Rose Petal Pack and the Shadowed Grove Pack. The fight was magnificent. The Rose Petal Pack was easily crowned victor as they watched their enemies run away, whimpering with fear. Storm had never felt so exhilarated in her life. It was the. That she knew she was meant to be a warrior and defender for her pack. Her friend, Cole, too found his calling there (but truthfully, he would have fallowed Storm anywhere).

Storm and Cole were a dynamic duo. No wolves made it any further than a few meters within the borders when they were on patrol. It was the strength here that earned Storm and Cole their reputation among packs. Word spread quickly. Soon, there were very few lone wolves that would venture anywhere near the territory.

Storm took everything seriously. There was no time for her any longer to bother with playing. She was a yearling, and it was soon time to have her mate chosen for her. She would be expected to decide wheel their he was good for the line by the next winter. With things as calm as they were, patrols got boring, and the male chosen, an elder by four years whose name was Adam, was far from a knight in shining armor.

It was during one of the patrols that Storm expressed her exasperation to Cole. "What was he thinking?! Adam is more suited for being a gossip than a mate." Though she did not see it, Cole looked relieved.

Because he had not forgotten the promise that they had made after they first met. They had sworn to be partners in everything - even love. One might take his affection to be obligated, but it was hard to not be entranced by the gorgeous female as she sniffed at a white flower.

Storm denounced Adam, and the male was sentenced to death. That was when Cole made his move. They were a year and six months now, and he wanted Storm for himself.

It went better than he could have imagined. They were both so happy, that they forgot their placid masks as they returned to the den. Suspicious, Tiger had Cole subject to torture until he admitted what they had done. There was a blur, and the handsome black male had fallen lifelessly to the ground.

Storm was banished with words that would haunt her forever.

"You are not worthy of being my daughter or of living in the Rose Petal Pack any longer. You have until sundown. If you are found after that, you are to be treated as prey."

Storm had never ran so fast in all of her life.

Exile.

It was far less attractive than any story than a loner could have made it sound. The flaws were endless. Storm wandered and battled for the entirety of autumn and winter. It hardened her to the point that death was like hunting. It made no difference to her who died and who lived. Many beings - prey and predator - laid dead by spring.

Word of her and her "power" spread faster than a wildfire. She was, to the legends, "a brazen female the size of a great oak tree and had a snarl that made even mountains shudder with fear."Honestly, the stories were some of the only things that made her laugh. They were so endlessly barbaric that Storm would stop by a pack just to listen to gossip.

But of course, Storm was (and still is) a small wolf in stature, and it is really her glare that strikes fear into the hearts of many. The life of a loner suited her well, because she did not have to live by anyone's rules, and there was no one to drag her down. She was methodical and cold - everything served a purpose - and a purpose was generally to make her stronger and better suited for survival.

She did not care that the pups, fathered by Cole, were born dead in the dead of winter. She was glad, actually. Glad that her travels were not halted because the rodents needed care. Nothing broke her. Injuries, hunger - through it all, she forged forward like a charging rhino. There was zero room for weakness.

It was her focused mentality that was in place as she stalked a jack rabbit. It darted away with a sprint faster than she could muster, and she soon found that she was surrounded by seven large wolves.

The seven were magnificent creatures. Storm had not seen any wolves so powerful since she had been sent away. They easily had six inches on her, and the largest (clearly the leader) looked thoroughly unimpressed at the sight of her.

"How may I help you?" she questioned nonchalantly. They were nothing to her - well, that was a lie. Her blood drummed in her ears. This might actually be a challenge for once! She had trained one wolf to be like her - a male by the name of Lanax, but he had departed and Storm did not feel the loss of him.

"Just who do you think you are, young lady?" demanded the large male as he stepped forward. "You've caused quite a bit of discord among our kind, Storm of the Rose Peta-"

"Actually, I am not of their ranks any longer. I was banished. And if you knew who I am, why bother asking?" Storm held her head high. They were worthless. Her ears flicked endlessly to hunt for any slight sounds of movement. This male's lackeys were eager to fight. The tension screamed it beautifully. She snickered cruelly. Males never changed.

"Either way, miss Lone Storm, wolves no longer feel comfortable with you around. You're killing your own kind -"

"Because they are weak."

The male ignored her and continued on as if he was never interrupted. "as though you're a god - and that is unacceptable." His grey eyes were narrowed in Storm's direction.

Storm, however, only shrugged. She figured that they could talk all that they wanted. No one knew what she really looked like - all the stories told that she was the color of fire, and that the earth died at her paws. They told of a giant, when she was clearly not. "I do so hope to pass, now that you have made me lose my lunch and taken my time," she grumbled before stepping deftly forward to avoid the lunge of the male to her right.

By this point, Storm's anger was venom in her veins. She would lash out at the next unwanted behavior - and it came.

"That runt needs to be taken into custody!" cried one of the males. Storm turned on him and quickly had him pinned. He, surprisingly, put up quite a fight. A long gash rolled down her cheek afterwards, and Storm decided that she absolutely despised that sleek black male.Too bad she thought. He would have made a good breeding partner.

"Lone Storm," the male's voice sounded so different now. He looked so serious that Storm listened as though he was the only thing in the world. "We of the Thrylikó Mountain hereby take you into out custody until you can show that you are a civilized being and capable of living in the world without being a monster. Herd her up, boys."

It was impossible to mistake the satisfied grunts of the males. Apparently, she had gone from being legend to being a lowly outcast to whatever this pack was. The six herded around her and followed the lead of the leader male. It was next to no time before the hills shifted to a rocky terrain where the grass was rougher.

In the clearing was at least thirty wolves. Storm had never seen so many in her life - ever.

The six dispersed at the wave of the leader's tail. "My name is Lea, but I expect to be addressed as "Master" by you. You are a shadow to the pack. Members will only speak with you to give you orders and you are to obey them without hesitation. Understand?"

Lea did not give Storm time to respond. He was off to a perch to the west of the clearing. Storm glared after him and glared at every wolf there.

She hated the Thrylikó.
So she left.


Ɓαѕıcѕ:
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He was born as:
Bran

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Others have known him as:
He does not have 'nick-names'.

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Time on Earth:
Four Summers

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Masculine or Feminine?:
Masculine

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Species of Wolf
Tundra wolf

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His Place in the Pack:
Fighter


Ƥɦყรɪcმl:

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His Physical Condition:
Bran is a strong wolf, to put it simply, and you can easily see it with just a glance. He is thickly built with bulky muscle and with his height being quite above average, there is no doubt that he is a warrior. Because of this dense structure, he isn't very fast or agile and his stamina is below average, but if he manages to come in direct contact or manages to pin you, he is next to impossible to overcome - especially when he's angry.

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Condition of His Coat:
Bran's coat is of medium length and is rather dense, seeing as he is from the tundra.

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The Colours that Adorn His Pelt:
Being a tundra wolf, the dominant colouing is white. He has a few silvery grey patches of fur strewn in with the white, but they are usually only noticable at night when the contrast between the colours is more apparant.

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The Colour of His Irises:
Nothing particularly stunning, Bran's eyes are a dull amber with hints of grey around the center and a few streaks of a more brassy colour.

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Physical Reminders of Past Pain:
Bran's most noticable scar is the one that runs down the left side of his face - a vicious thing pulling that corner of his mouth down in an almost permanent scowl and running over his left eyelid, one smaller scar running parallel to it further to the left. Other than that he has a few large scars that never seemed to heal from previous encounters with wolves, but they are well covered by his thick pelt.


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His Temperament:
Cold. Bran is not exactly the most loving or sociable wolf out there. It is not that he is particularly mean, it is more because he has no time to bother too much with other wolves. He is a simple and too the point kind of guy, and any fluffing out of events with emotions or drama simply isn't his style.
Regardless, he is exceedingly loyal and willing to follow instruction from those he deems suitable leaders. He won't muck about and just gets the job done, getting particularly annoyed by those who don't. He isn't comfortable when it comes to others talking about their feelings and will instead fetch another wolf to deal with one who is upset rather than himself, seeing as his only advice would be to 'buck up'.
He is quite used to wolves staring at the scar on his face, but if they ask what it's from his only reply is a grunt. In fact, most answers he gives are either the plain and simple truth - not softened because he takes no regard for another's feelings - or just that, a grunt.
To put it plainly, like his name, Bran is blunt and to the point with little tolerance for beating around the bush or over-emotional wolves.

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The Happenings of His Past:

Bran was born in Africa, odds of an American Timber wolf being born into Africa, 0. What happened must have been some occupants of a zoo or something higher up in the family tree must have escaped. Anyhow, he was born here in a small pack. His parents weren't leaders of the pack so they had no right to raise a litter. In fear of losing Bran and his sister, they fled the pack territory. Along with his parents and sister, his brother who was a yearling joined the fleeing group of wolves.
Bran and his sister Layla had to be carried, not even a week or so old. Sadly though, shortly after settling down Layla died, from unknown causes. Thereafter, both of Bran's parents were killed, his mother from a kick to the head from a zebra and his father just never came back after a hunt. So then it was just Bran and his older brother Pagan.
Pagan was not yet 2, and wasn't the greatest hunter at the time. But being forced to care for his little brother he learned and became very apt for hunting. Bran grew quickly, trying to be just like his brother. Bran was never the great hunter Pagan became, but he did get some of Pagan's skill for handling snakes. The part of Africa Bran grew up in had lots of snakes, and Pagan learned some great ways for disposing of them and dealing with snake bites.
As Bran got to be nearly 2 he realized his brother Pagan was 4 now, and never had the chance to go out and find a pack for himself. He gave his whole young adulthood to caring for Bran. So then he made the executive decision to leave Pagan and let him go and find a life while Bran did the same.
After the brothers parted Bran was a loner for a bit before stumbling upon a pack, and decided to join. Life went on and then Bran met a dear friend Kaza, whom is like a sister, they both sharing a special side, or mental, its up to you. He then after a while met Xathier, and Xath hung out with a wolf Mykka, who wouldn't ever talk to Bran. Once Bran tried to talk to her by surprising her, but it only scared her.
After a while Mykka started talking to Bran, and not long after they were mates. Life went on and Bran clung to her at all times, overjoyed to have someone to hang out with and be able to say "I love you" though his mind thought nothing extraordinary.
Bran began to hang around another female Kali, jarring jealousy from Mykka. She let him be for a while, but Mykka left him in the end. Bran still loved the she-wolf but she forgot he ever existed. Life went on though.
This Kali Bran was always with that caused him so much trouble with Mykka went on to become one of his only good friends. They had a rather special relationship, always chewing a d drooling and sitting on each other. When they weren't chewing in each other they just goofed off like the normal of friends, giving each other the nicknames Tubs and Chubs. Sadly as most things seemed to for Bran, the friendship didn't last and he was sad to move on. Kali had always been his best friend in the pack so he felt a little lost without her to sit on and stuff ya know. So he left.
For a few weeks Bran wandered, feeling he had no purpose. No surprise that he returned though, when he did he made sure to be noticed. He searched out his dearest friend Kali and tackled her, before moving on to finding other people and to catch up.
After a large earthquake struck his home, he and several other pack members were scattered helplessly. This is where Bran earned the rough, rocky personality he possesses today.

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The Strength of His Being:
- He is, physically, very strong
- He does not dilute the truth and will give you a straight answer if he sees fit
- He is loyal and a survivor

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The Flaws of His Being:
- He is not very fast, nor does he have great stamina
- He does not know how to express emotion or feeling well - both a blessing and a curse
- He isn't exceedingly good at making friends and won't tolerate those who try too hard to be friends with him

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His Skills and Talents:
- He is an excellent warrior
- He has a way of staying calm and cold most of the time, though when his anger is unleashed it is almost unstoppable

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His Quirks and Mannerisms:
- He doesn't trust others, and makes that well known, whether or not he knows
- He shies away from any kind of contact with other wolves unless it is violent or aggressive


Socιαℓ:

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Those Whom He Considers 'Family':
To Come.

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The One His Heart Yearns For:
None have yet to fill this spot.

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Descendants:
He has yet to pass on his blood-line.

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Those He Deems His Friends:
None have yet to prove themselves

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Those He Sees as His Enemies:
No one in particular. Yet. [This is moreso a work in progress]

[slccat]

All have been accepted. You may start roelplaying now. I just got the first posts finished on page one. So please look bacn at it and make sure that I did not mess anything up on your wolves. ;;

[anxiety).]

I don't mean to correct you, or complain, but I thought Rogue was going to be the alpha's assistant o.e I am sorry if I misunderstood something

[Lena.]

♫ I don't really know how to start off?
Maybe someone else should because
I will most likely ruin everything... XP

[slccat]

I am online ;;

[Elujen-]

I'm not 100% sure on how to start, aha

[Lena.]

♫ So I am guessing that this
RP isn't happenings anymore?

[hachi.]

(*tackles and hugs* WAIT FOR ME TO START!! I WANT LEAD HUNTER!! FOURMS UP ASAP GIVE ME LIKE TWO MINUETS)