• Name волк убийца [Volk Ubiytsa]
• Age 10
• Gender Male
• Rank Rogue
• Smell Black teak wood and Italian wine
• Mate Deceased
• Species Timber Wolf
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• Physical Description To put it simply, Volk is dangerous even for a wolf. He has a tall, muscled frame that hits the perfect medium between agility and strength. On his chest, back, and arms, Volk has numerous 'battle scars' that speak of lethal encounters he got out of, or started. His fur is black and glossy, enough to keep him warm but nothing more than functional. His eyes are a dead grey that give away nothing. His teeth are sharp and a gleaming white, their contrast with his dark coat making them stand out whenever he bares them in warning.
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• Personality Picture a hit man. Or a snake. Or the biggest jerk you have ever met. Now you're getting warmer. Volk doesn't care about anything or anyone other than himself and the few close to him. Others exist purely to amuse him or waste space and what it takes to amuse him... can be a little vicious. He acts as if life is one big joke and the only one who gets the punchline is himself. Some may say his loyalty to those on his 'inside group' would redeem him, but after he rips apart another wolf for looking at his mate the wrong way, those few often take back their claims of redemption. It is true that what he cares about he cares about to an extreme. Though it could be debated whether or not Volk truly understands the concept, or has ever actually felt, true love. His warped, possessive, and slightly obsessive perception on love may be the closest he ever gets, not that he cares. For him it's all about doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants. At the moment he's drifting with nobody to check him or be the conscious he doesn't have. Rather, he's a loose cannon set to explode and determined to drag everyone else down with him. If it isn't fun it isn't worth it, responsibility is a foreign term, and it is just plain more exciting to be the villain in the story.
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• History Volk grew up a rogue, but not the kind that would run around scavenging in the woods. If anything, it was the opposite. He traveled around with his mate and with their combination of hunting and stealing, they had a comfortable, if not immoral, high life. He learned how to lie at the same time he learned how to talk and from a very young age he came to the conclusion that if you can take it, you deserve it. The one wolf he truly cared about, Lacey, got infected. A mad wolf had bitten her and it wasn't long after that Lacey started showing the symptoms, started going mad. When his mate started trying to attack him, Volk tried to just dodge for as long as he could. It was a haze of flying foam, snapping teeth, and spraying dirt. In the end, he had to make the decision between her life or his. When his teeth sank into Lacey's neck, the small remainders of broken emotions he had inside of him went out. He left her corpse without the infection, but with all of the insanity and more.
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• Name осень падший [Osen Padshiy]
"Autumn Fallen"
• Age 4
• Gender Female
• Rank Rogue
• Smell Burning ash wood and cherry
• Mate None
• Species Maned Wolf
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• Physical Description Osen is a maned wolf, very different from red, grey, and eastern. Her legs are long and thin with a small, lithe body. She's skinny and quick with an incredible agility, but with the toughness of glass when compared to the thicker, larger wolves inhabiting these woods. Although her fur is long, it isn't thick and she wasn't built to survive harsh winters. Her ears are large and she has almost no body fat, meaning winters are incredibly risky for her. Osen's pelt is a bright auburn color with black tips on her legs, back of neck, head, and muzzle. She has some white on her underbelly and chin, as well as on her tail tip and around her eyes. Her eyes are a dark, deep black and are set in a pointed, narrow face. Although in the wolf family, she very much resembles a fox in coloration, though her build is certainly taller and more lean. Osen is gorgeous... in her own right... but way too unconventional for it to be appreciated in a wolf pack.
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• Personality She's very introspective and philosophical, always looking for the bigger picture and the good in the world. She has an incredibly clever and intelligent mind, which is a must since physically she's lacking for this particular environment. Although sweet, Osen is also very shy. She's a survivor and will choose flight in a dangerous situation, but she's incredibly selfless for those she loves and believes that there's more to life than simply surviving. More than anything, Osen wants a place to belong and a family to call her own. She wants friends, a mate, and pups... though she'll never truly belong in any wolf pack and she knows this. Osen is rather sensitive and easy to hurt, but no amount of pain will ever make her give up her perspectives and optimism. The darker the world is, the harder she will fight to see and bring the light that everyone so desperately needs.
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• History She was born in Argentina, but at the age of two was stolen away by humans to be sold in the illegal pet trade. She spent a little over three weeks in cramped, dirty cages as she was smuggled progressively north. Before she could reach her final destination, a plane crash deposited her in woods north of where this story takes place. After almost dying one winter, she went south until reaching some woods she could barely get by in. There, she found a wolf pack. The pack took her in grudgingly and let her sleep in the dens with them, but aside from location she could hardly call herself a member. Because of the glares and snapping teeth around kills, she ended up catching her own small prey and eating berries to survive (naturally maned wolves only have meat consist of half of their diet). Often bullied by the pack, Osen didn't leave even after repeatedly being pinned down and bitten by the wolves as a form of amusement. Even the pain was better than being lonely and barely living in unfamiliar territory. When the strange disease started coming into the area, the pack blamed her for it. Before the strange, unlike them creature arrived, there had been no disease. Soon after she arrived... hell arrived. What other conclusion was there to make? It was only Osen's speed that saved her from her pack and she's been running ever since, fighting the battle between loneliness and fear as she tries to decide if she should risk another pack or not.
