heavy is the head that wears the crown - discussion

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𝖃𝖊𝖗𝖝𝖊𝖘

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~General~
Name-- Xerxes [pronounced zex-rus]
Alias-- Pierce [goes by this at all times]
Age-- 4 1/2 [Second Eldest]
Gender-- Male
orientation-- Pansexual
Rank-- Knight
Wanted Rank-- Bishop
Other--

~Looks~
Pelt-- Black with dusty-colored patches
Body Build-- Athletic
Scent-- Citrus
Voice-- A low yet clear voice
Eyes-- Blue
Other-- Crown

~In Depth~
Personality-- Pierce is a very quiet individual, never saying more than a few words at a time. He'll only say his true thoughts when he's around close friends. He does what he's told and doesn't cause trouble for others, despite wanting to break free of the tyranny the pack lives by.
Likes-- Diversity, Funny Wolves, Rebels, Loners
Dislikes-- Violence, Being told what to believe, lack of freedom
Strengths-- Large build, Logical mind
Weaknesses-- Unwilling to put others kn danger, tries to help everyone
History-- Pierce (born Xerxes) is the son of the late Alpha's Jaspar and Yurn. When the attack was going on, he was taken to hide in the woods by a packmate who was loyal to his father. One day the loyal pack member didnt return from a hunt. The pup was forced to got out and try to hunt for himself. Being the confidant wolf he once was, he went after a doe. This doe's buck injured Xerxes. Soon after, he was found by one of Tyhar's patrols and was taken in. Tyhar wasn't aware that Xerxes was Jaspar's son so he kept him in the pack though no special treatment was given. The fact that Xerxes suffered from amnesia after the head blow helped keep him alive. He took on the name Pierce and has yet to regain his memories of anything before the accident.
Other--

~Relationships~
Parents-- Jaspar and Yurn
Siblings-- Alayus
Crush-- Open, through roleplay.
Mate-- N/A
Pups-- N/A
Friends-- Open, pm me.

[AquilaFuga]

ƬΣЯU

ㄒ乇尺ㄩ

♫ all these things i used to have - yakamoto kotzuga - tutte le mie notti ♫

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Ｎａｍｅ: TERU
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: Male.
Ａｇｅ: 7 and a half years.
Ｒａｎｋ: Bishop of the King.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:
You sit alone in a cozy spot of choice; think of a warm, comforting place that first pops into your mind, and place yourself in this space. A fireplace blazes on in this room merely feet away from you, bundled warm for the cold winter months to come. You're gazing out a window, flurries of snow falling from the sky. It's a timeless moment, whether it is morning or evening doesn't matter because the skies are grey and the sun has been forced away into hiding. The earth is covered in a blanket of snow, an extravagant sight to behold because of how warm you are inside. You need not worry about the coldness of the dead woods beyond your view out the window, ignorant about the coldness of the suffering alpines and trees galore. You don't even notice the alluring shadow among the thicket, right at the edge thereof. You would expect to have seen the shadow in this plot, staring directly at you somehow from across the vast snowy meadow that was put between you and the forest, wouldn't you? The eyes ablaze, as if staring into your soul... but no, this is not the case. You can barely see the eyes of this stranger as he stood there, not even looking at you. Hell, you don't even know that he's there. Reality or deeper meaning, perhaps just a metaphor for what it is like to exist in this universe as Teru. His eyes stared out into the meadow, barely peeking out from the brush, stoic in stance but dead in gaze. The very meaning of You, the You staring out of the window and into the woods, a former self of Teru that used to be embraced by the warmth and comforts of a previous life.
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He wasn't the same old dog he used to be. His life had been a roller coaster of events, a flurry of anguish with momentary positivity that never seemed to last. Now, his life was all about the King. He lived now to be of good use, because he no longer even saw who his former self was. Making no eye contact with himself in that window; so far away, so far gone and lost in the past, no longer distinguishable. An untouchable history he hated to talk about. His past wasn't anything overly terrible, nothing too cheesy, not some stereotypical sob story, but rather just past events that had traumatized him and over time, left him empty. I suppose that's what trauma does to anybody, man or canine. Now stood a brute-like male, fur blazen reds and browns with other warm tones of creams. Not necessarily an unfriendly character, but grumpy. He had a low tolerance for attitude and hated when others gave him sass or backtalk. He himself had the tongue of a jester, able to hurt you with his words if he REALLY wanted to. But not a stupid fellow either, knowing who means well and who doesn't, knowing who deserves to hurt and who doesn't. An optimist would say everyone deserves kindness and love, but not Teru. He knows there are evils in this world that not even the greatest of angels could turn sweet. Once an adoring and loving male, grown into a wolf that sees the world for what it really is: unjust. Of course, anyone could describe Teru as a big brawny boy with muscles and strength. Sure, Teru is strong. He's big; weighing a whopping 137lbs, average for male wolves being anywhere from 70lbs to 110lbs. Not fat, just bulky. But his size isn't what makes him strong in any way. It's what got him into the role of Bishop for the King, sure, but there are many strong male and female wolves with all sorts of great qualities in both strength and agility. What makes Teru so strong is the fact that he simply has nothing to lose. Family? Unknown, gone. He was taken into the pack by the previous pack leader as a stray adolescent, a generous act that had given him a second chance at life.
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Fight or flight did not exist for Teru, because he can and will fight with his own life. He's got nobody to live for, and living for himself was so much of a chore on his own burdened mind that he would not mind dying as an act of heroism for what's right. He enjoyed keeping the pack in line and in order, knowing it is what keeps outsiders away and everyone inside safe. No friends and no close companions, his lack of personal connection to any other males, let alone females, made it easier for him to see everyone as pawns to 'protect' than wolves to love and live for. He avoids this companionship because he tells himself he is stronger and better alone, truly convincing himself that it is best this way and he doesn't need anybody at his side. Deep down, the fear of the utter agony of losing a loved one kept him distant. When Teru has ever loved, he loved hard and with his entire heart and soul. Like anyone else, Teru too has layers beneath his thick coat of fur. The wolf of fire, the wolf of embers falling from a burning forest, igniting the earth with scorching heat and death. Did Teru enjoy hurting or even killing for the King? No, there is no joy in taking life away. It just does not phase him; a desensitization. He is fiercely loyal and filled with emotions, but the emotions have become so overbearing that he sometimes wonders that rather than emotion, it is numbness. Capable of so much, able to do so much. Not the fastest and not the sleekest, but he was big, and his mind was constantly in flux. A heart engulfed in flames, a heart capable of loving and protecting until his dying breath. Confusing too, maybe. Get to know him if you dare. If you can. That is, if he even gives you the time of day to make yourself a case.

additional information

𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂: 13 years.
𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼: Single/Alone.
𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓻?: Nobody.
𝓘𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼? Yes.
𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷?: Females. Due to homosexuality being seen in nature, interest in males is also possible.
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[alucard-]

@sushii, Teru is accepted, sorry for late reply I've been busy

@Craboom-047, accepted

[sushii]

Great, thanks!

[alucard-]

Hey everyone, sorry for the absence in this roleplay. We can start now, I'll get the first post up