βαƨιcƨ--
ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ::
Pichiechu
иαмɛ ::
Vulcan
иιcκиαмɛ ::
Kan
ɢɛи∂ɛя ::
Male
αɢɛ ::
Three years
Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --
нɛιɢнт ::
35 In.
ωɛιɢнт ::
90 Lb.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя ::
Blazing amber.
ρɛℓт ::
Vulcans' fur is a range of fiery colors, ranging from a light creamy color to a singed brownish red. Even if it may seem black is also present it never reaches that level, if one looked close enough they would see the reddish tints shinning through. It is normally a bit fuzzy and frizzled, giving it a poofy effect. His fur is softer than it appears and is mainly an orange hue with a large variety of shades mixed in his fur. A dark color of red/brown is streaked through his fur along his back which gives it a kind of burnt effect.
вʋιℓ∂ ::
He has an average build, maybe a bit slimmer than the normal brute though his fur makes up for it This gives him all around equal abilities, not really excelling at anything. He has long powerful legs that are great for running long distances, which gives him good stamina.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ ::
His fiery appearance.
Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
cяʋƨн ::
мαтɛ ::
ғαмιℓʏ ::
Tara, Mother, Deceased. Rest of his family is unknown.
Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ::
Vulcan is a big brother type of wolf. He often takes many pups and younger wolves under his wing. He has a particular soft spot for orphans, because he knew what it was like to loose a parent. If something ever happened to him to where he could no longer hunt, he probably would become a pupsitter, because he likes young ones that much.
He's a bit of a goofball, especially around the faes. For some reason, they bring out the goofiest parts of him. When he's not hunting he could be described as a big teddy bear. He's an exceptionally good listener and a good person to console in. He doesn't like to see his pack members down and usually trys to cheer them up.
But aside from his kind and goofy personality, he takes his job as a hunter very, very seriously. Sometimes he even sacrifices his leisurely time to instead hone his skills. During a hunt, he acts professionally and sincerely. He doesn't tolerate pupish nonsense among his ranks, and is not afraid to put his paw down when he needs to.
нιƨтσяʏ ::
In the cold, bleak winter, Vulcan was born to a lone fae. Most pups born in the snowy winter don't make it, but Vulcan was a strong pup and survived the harsh season. His siblings, however, weren't as fortunate. But that doesn't bother him, because they died when he was very young and can't remember them almost at all.
He traveled with his mother, and for awhile, and was quite content on just being with her. But sadly, this little paradise didn't last long. During the summer months he and his mother were traveling through a particularly barren land. It could almost be considered a dessert. His mother was bitten by a snake , the poison slowly ate away at her until she finally passed. Grief-stricken, he ran away from the place. After that, he moped about in all his lonesome, until he found the pack near the green waters of the stream. He was a little reluctant to join the pack, but he knew that he would never survive on his own, so he didn't have much of a choice. Eventually, he aspired to become a hunter, and through the years, became quite skilled at his job.
ℓικɛƨ ::
Running
Company
Younger Wolves
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ::
Hail
Bees
Snakes
ғɛαяƨ ::
Getting lost
Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
яαиκ :: Hunter
σтнɛя ::
βαƨιcƨ--
ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ::
Pichiechu
иαмɛ ::
Ceri
иιcκиαмɛ ::
Cei
ɢɛи∂ɛя ::
Female
αɢɛ ::
Three years
Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --
нɛιɢнт ::
26 In.
ωɛιɢнт ::
65 Lb.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя ::
Pale sage.
ρɛℓт ::
Her pelt is amazingly clean and silky despite the fact she is around younger wolves. She has a pelt with a large variety of colors, it looks as if someone decided to paint her with a brush and left her half finished. Her fur is soft like a pups, yet warm and strong enough to keep the elements at bay. The fur on her cheeks is a bit longer, giving her an almost cat like appearance. In some places her fur seems to be an almost peach or pink hue at times.
вʋιℓ∂ ::
The runt. She was the smallest of her litter and has stayed that way her whole life. Though she is tiny compared to most wolves she is hardy and can keep herself from being killed be it running or fighting (Though usually running) She has long graceful legs that allow her to be very quick and agile.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ ::
Her eyes.
Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
cяʋƨн ::
мαтɛ ::
ғαмιℓʏ ::
Krix, Father, Deceased - Lilian, Mother, Deceased
Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ::
She is usually soft spoken, compassionate and easily falls face first in love, but she is to timid to admit it. Ceri is almost always watching the other wolves and barely speaks to anyone besides the pups she cares for. She is submissive and will always be very polite and courteous when speaking to others. In her mind she sees no reason to be rude to a wolf, it never solves anything and only makes more issues. She chooses her words carefully, and will always make sure she is saying something that will make sense and not offend someone before she says it. Though she may not speak a lot, she has a lot to say and is actually very knowledgeable. Once someone can get to know her she will open up and show a side to her that few have ever seen.
Her ego is like a delicate flower that can be crushed at the smallest insult of her abilities, though she may not let on it truly wounds her. She is incapable of hurting someone, yet that doesn't mean she can't dislike or hate a wolf with a good cause. Though it is a very low chance you will be put on her hit list, due to the fact she tends to look for the good in everyone. It is very, very, rare for her to ever be hostile in any way. Even if a wolf is trying to brush her fur the wrong way she can always keep her poise. The mental blows, if any, she gets dealt she can simply be placed at the back of her mind and forgotten about.
Guilt hits her hard, she immediately feels awful and responsible if a pup gets hurt or she harms someone. Her strong love for pups always causes her to forget about the bad and look at the bright side of things while she is with them. Her rather logical way of thinking seems to get in the way of how she sees things, and loves the way the pups are so carefree. She secretly yearns for companionship, a mate and pups, if anything a friend is all she wishes for. A true genuine friend that will always be with her...
нιƨтσяʏ ::
Ceris' back ground is not the brightest like most wolves in this pack. She was born early, the only survivor of her litter. Her mother was heart broken but cared for Ceri with even more vigor, determined not to loose her last pup. Krix, her father was a rouge wolf, a Mexican Wolf to be precise. Lilian and Krix had met and fell in love. Their fairy tale was short lived, for the pack she was in did not approve of her mothers choice for a mate. The pack chased Krix out of their territory, and when he was found trying to visit them he was killed.
Back to Ceri. She was always the outsider, bullied by many, but this didn't bother her. The worst things they threw at her would melt away when she returned to her mother. Eventually the pack became bitter towards her mother and her, and they were with time chased from the pack as her father. She was at the time almost four months old. They traveled for about two months, until her mother was killed by a flash flood, leaving Ceri alone and half dead. She wandered as a lone wolf for some time before she found the green river and followed it meeting up with a new pack of wolves which she joined.
ℓικɛƨ ::
Rain
Spring
Pups
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ::
Ice
Rude wolves
Fighting
ғɛαяƨ ::
Drowning
Deep/dark Water
Being alone
Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
яαиκ ::
Pupsitter
σтнɛя ::
βαƨιcƨ--
ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ::
Pichiechu
иαмɛ ::
Anton
иιcκиαмɛ ::
Aten (Ah-ten)
ɢɛи∂ɛя ::
Male
αɢɛ ::
Four years
Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --
нɛιɢнт ::
36 in.
ωɛιɢнт ::
110 lb.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя ::
Golden and amber hues.
ρɛℓт ::
Long, shaggy fur that is usually kept fairly clean and acts almost as armor. He doesn't tend to dot on keeping his pelt clean seeing it will only get dirty again. A stripe of black runs from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail fading down into gray and finally into snow white on his underside. The dark stripe is also highlighted with a few hints of gray and white. The back of his necks fur is spiky and fluffy giving it an almost mane like effect.
вʋιℓ∂ ::
Large and muscular, the build of fighter. He has broad shoulders that match his hefty paws and thick muscled legs, he can take quiet a beating. Though he is very bulky and strong this lowers his ability to manuver and dodge blows.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ ::
A old scar over his left eye.
Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
cяʋƨн ::
мαтɛ ::
ғαмιℓʏ ::
His familys' whereabouts are unknown to him.
Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ::
He is loyal, obedient, tough, independent, and a fearless warrior. When it comes to the pack, his friends, and his loved ones - there isn't anything that he won't do to make sure that they don't come to any harm. He's a natural born leader yet doesn’t strive for high ranks, believing that there will always be a better choice than himself.
Above all else though, he is loyal. He only serves one pack, one mate, and so on. That doesn't always mean he doesn't keep one eye open at the faes though and occasionally throw out flirts. Don't get him wrong about all that chivalrous stuff though. He has been known to have a temper and can be a bit vicious at times.
From there, he could be called a goofball when just laying around with the pack, cracking jokes where he can and getting others to laugh and generally feel better. Besides this he usually has a very serious face on, constantly looking for something to be doing with himself.
As well though, he's a busy-bee. Very rarely will he be standing around doing nothing, it just feels so unproductive to him. There's always something to be done, if it's around the pack or for the pack. Mostly though, he doesn't like idle paws - that's usually what gets others into trouble
нιƨтσяʏ ::
He and his sister, Kora, grew up together in a rather brutal pack. Not having much of a system of ranks other than alpha and who ever could kill you was above you. Their pack was constantly on the move, raiding other packs and murdering for fun. Only the strong survived or they were left to die like the weaklings they slaughtered for entertainment. He can remember as a pup watching two wolves they had captured fight each other to the death, their freedom promised to the victor. Only for the winner to be left in the freezing snow to either die or join them.
During a chilling winter night his pack was raiding a usual pack, when the other packs came as reinforcements. They were greatly outnumbered and were driven apart by the vicious wolves who had turned from the prey into the predator. He and his sister were still young at the time so were spared after his mother begged them not to harm her pups. They agreed but left them alone as his pack had done many times. Leaving Vulcan with the scar on his eye to remember them by.
He and his sister traveled aimlessly through the forests. They were barely able to live on the scrawny rabbit and mice the unexpired pups were able to catch. The cold winter was to much for his sister and she passed away after a month of being alone. Vulcan
couldn't and wouldn't accept she was gone, he would constantly come back to her and ty to get her to eat... After a week of this he finally gave in and left. He wandered for days, months, years, he lost track but eventually came upon the stream. When he found the pack he was introduced to Black Dawn and instantly became captivated with the idea.
He trained for a year, honing himself to be able to enter the tournament and hopefully make a place in the pack for himself. The prize was not his goal, he only wants to prove that he can do something and excel at it. To find a reason that he was the only survivor....He wants to do something with his life, to give his family something to be remembered by other than murderous dogs.
ℓικɛƨ ::
Sparring
Storms
Snow
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ::
Extreme Heat
ғɛαяƨ ::
Failing someone.
Loosing a loved one.
Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
яαиκ ::
Warrior
σтнɛя ::
Participating in Black Dawn
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A fully grown wolf, however, can not have blue eyes, i believe, but it doesn't matter anyways so i'll shut up and go fix my stuff LOL . -.-"