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EdonAge: 5 3/4
Gender: Wolf/Brute/Male
Rank: Alpha
Rank Desired: Alpha, of course.
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Personality: Treacherous. One word that describes the large brute with the even larger secret. If you didn't know any better, you'd think his green eyes had earned their emerald hue from the jealousy that urged him to murder, to slaughter. Edon is a wolf whose whole persona is a sham. To those who meet him, he is seen as a kind enough brute with a tolerably funny sense of humor and a smile which makes him easy enough to approach, but this gives him the prefect disguise...Nice, but not noticeable, funny, but not memorable, approachable, but not enough to become to close to. He creates this outer shell to hide his true personality, which would truly give away his past, because in reality, without his smoke and mirrors, Edon is an unruly, short tempered, pernicious brute who is driven by one motive and one motive only; jealousy. The aftermath of his past actions make his sholders sag with guilt, but never enough to apologize, and never enough to be forgiven. He is sly and cunning, and could make you believe the sky wasn't blue and the grass wasn't green if he really wanted to, and when he doesn't get his way, he goes beserk. Power hungry and deceptive is not a good combination, because it gives him the means to actually achieve his wicked ways if he puts his mind to it, through means that are not at all fair. He is a blackmailer and a mastermind who never does the dirty work...the ultimate evil.
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Fur Color: A light cream undercoat with patches of red, brownish gray, and chestnut
Eye Color: A striking sea green and emerald color with hints of a darker jade hue
Detailed Description: A tall, muscular brute weighing 85 pounds of lean muscle and standing taller than most. His pelt, a creamy ivory undercoat shaded by red, chestnut, brown, gray, and black guard hairs is thick and down like. His eyes are a striking sea green shaded by jade and colored a bright emerald around the rims of his iris', with flecks of blue and gold.
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I N I K I
Age: 4 1/2
Gender: Female
Rank: Gamma
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Personality: Impudent. One word that about sums up the stubborn wolfess with blue eyes like white hot flames. For those of you who don't know, that means rude. Disrespectful, outright oblivious, maybe a little bit insane, or maybe a combination of all three, and what you get is a hot headed, independent fae who speaks her mind and throws witty, sarcastic remarks as if banter were her own language; which, in a way, it just may be. Quick to fight and slow to forgive, always holding a grudge, these are the less admirable qualities of a fiery persona. Some say the truth hurts, some say the truth is black and white, some even say it kills, either way, black and white as she may be, the truth spills out of Iniki like ruthless rapids, blurted out before she can process the consequences or aftermath. Even if her sharp tongue didn't have a mind of it's own though, no doubt she'd be exactly the same, because, regardless of the trouble that her outright statements get her into, she truly doesn't care what anyone else thinks. When your tolerance for others is so low, you begin to disregard what they whisper about you behind your back anyways, so who cares if you give them something to gossip about, like a sassy remark or a witty retort, or even an anger filled, venom laced snarl, because in the end, your persona is what other people perceive of you, but only what you perceive of yourself matters.
History: Iniki grew up in a small pack, the daughter of the alpha wolf and wolfess, and was often targeted by the other wolves her age as the one to pick on. Of course, you'd think being an alpha pup would get you special treatment, but that was far from true in Iniki's case. She was always picked on for being so high and mighty, and the few 'friends' she had were just suck ups, trying to get in her good book just to get good ranks, but she had only one real friend, and that was Adoff. Adoff was a young brute, whose mother had died giving birth to him and whose father abused him as a pup before he was banished for such behaviour, so essentially, her best friend was an orphan; a delta or a gamma in the best case, but she didn't care. Her parents didn't approve of such a friend, but without fail, Adoff was the one wolf she spent all her time with. As young pups, they played petty war games, pretended to be alphas, and dreamed of a world without ranks and rules. The older they got, the harder it was. The other wolves in the pack picked on Iniki much more, but Adoff always defended her fiercely, and got in fights for his retorts more than often. When Adoff died, she was heartbroken. She felt like she'd lost a sibling, and couldn't bear to stay with her pack anymore. So she just left one day without telling anyone where she was going; hoping they'd think she was dead, and found a new pack.
Fur Color: White; like freshly fallen snow
Eye Color: A captivating liquid silver
Detailed Description:
A light, lithe build, Iniki is built for speed. Standing taller than most other faes and some brutes, she possesses long limbs and a lanky body, making her lightweight, at a mere 69 pounds (About 10 pounds lighter than the average American dwelling gray wolf). Lacking a large amount of muscle in her shoulders, Iniki isn't exactly built to fight, but her adequately muscular flanks make running, leaping, and balance her best skills. Her head is well set, and her neck muscular, with fairly large ears and a small muzzle. Her eyes are a beautiful light gray, which under close inspection reveal flecks of charcoal swimming among the sea of liquid silver, and darkening to an deep ash color around the rims of her irises. Bearing very few noticeable scars, except for one gash on her muzzle, her bright white pelt is unscathed by any reminders of past skirmishes. Pure as freshly fallen snow, her silky, well kept fur is soft and smooth, flecked with hairs of silver and ivory.
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D O K K E NAge: 3 1/2
Gender: Brute
Rank: Gamma
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Personality: Dokken is a kind and understanding soul with a sort of bad boy attitude. Young and foolish, he always seeks to find the good in even the most guilty of criminals, and will deny the truth if it means accepting another wolf as truly evil. He is a peaceful brute, rarely ever choosing the path of violence, and yet with the way he usually acts, you'd think he was a battle hungry and tough fighter. He has a sarcastic and witty sense of humor, and prefers others to think of him as sort of a 'don't mess with me' type of wolf, and so that's the way he makes himself appear. He will participate in many a verbal fight, but that's where his real violent streak ends. He is, however, quite the casanova...well at least, he tries to be. He makes himself seem quite the heartbreaker, but his real persona is much more considerate than that. Overall, he's really quite harmless, though he'd never let anyone else realize that.
History: Growing up in a peaceful, small pack, Dokken has never known hardship, and sometimes he takes it for granted. He's lived a quiet life, with kind parents and an accepting pack. He had many friends as a fledgling, and he was often tempted to stay in his birth pack, but when he was 2 years of age, he realized he needed much more adventure than his uneventful life offered. As soon as he was 3, he left his pack, saying his goodbyes to his family and leaving without a single look back. He came to this pack with no knowledge of it's dark past, and being such an understanding wolf, he'd never expect that anything evil could ever come from the formidable brute Xavu. So essentially, he is clueless, and happy to stay as such.
Fur Color: A white undercoat with black, gray, and brown mixed in
Eye Color: Deep chestnut with flecks of amber and light green
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