Characters:Ŗesin ((Resin))
Age and Gender:
40 Summers.Rank/Status:
Alpha Female of the Scarpaw Pack.Personality and History:
Resin was born with Alpha in her veins. Her parents had been Alphas and their parents had been Alphas. She performed her duties effortlessly.
Though she can be stubborn and her no-nonsense words may come off as harsh, she does her very best to protect those within her pack. Outsiders, however, are dealt with quickly and receive very little sympathy from the big grey beast.
Before the Alpha position was handed down, Resin had been a Fighter. She was quite big for a female and she did her job well.
Mated at the age of fifteen summers, Resin came to love and rely upon her mate, Sol. The pair were inseparable and ruled their people like a king and queen. ...Then one day he didn't come back. She changed that day, becoming more morose and withdrawn, but still capable enough to rule.
The Alpha has been alone for five summers and she plans to stay that way. However... the fates may have something different in mind for her.Ash (Deceased) ((Resin))
Age and Gender:
Male, 40 summersRank/Status:
Beta MalePersonality and History:
Ash, sister to Resin, the Alpha, had always been a strong wolf. He was born first, howled first, hunted first. He had always been rather cocky about both his abilities and his status as a child of the Alpha's.
One day, while out hunting, he decided to show off a bit and paid the price. While trying to flip a muskox, Ash was violently kicked in the head. No one thought he was going to make it.
He changed after that day. He became more withdrawn and less cocky. Every once in a while he would lose his memory and become violent against other pack members. The only wolf that he would remember was his sister.
Ash is a liability. He can't be left alone around pups or young wolves. However, due to his sister's status, he was given the position of Beta Male. He acts as her bodyguard, following her everywhere. This enables her to keep an eye on him.General Disposition:
Ash, when himself, is an easy going, happy male. He likes to joke and damn near everything that comes out of his mouth is sarcastic.Xani ((Fearless.Leo))
Age/Gender: Female- 21
Rank/Status: Fighter
Personality/History: Xani was born as a daughter to a straggler. She doesn't know who her father is, or where he is. A year or so after she was old enough to raise herself (about 8), her mother vanished as well. She doesn't know what happens, but she does know that she was abandoned. She joined up with the pack a while later, when she was about 18, and has been here ever since. She got tired of living on her own because she couldn't find prey that she could easily kill.
Even though she belongs to the pack, she doesn't really fit in. She is very much a lone wolf, but she enjoys the protection she gets. Rarely does Xani even talk to other members, unless it's for business, she's angry, or she's bored. She has a low voice, but she can howl beautifully. She is also ferocious. She is a rather large wolf, and quite angry. Thus, she is a perfect fighter. She can take down any threats, though she has come close to bullying other wolves or even attacking them.
Junco (Deceased) ((Fearless.Leo))
Age/Gender: Male- 15
Rank/status: Omega
Personality/History: Junco was born into this pack 15 summers ago. His parents, Mani and Romanov, are still in the pack. They are all omegas, but they are all fine with that.
Junco is a very happy and spunky wolf. He doesn't like to see others upset at all, and will do his best to make others happy. He may not be the bravest of the pack, but he is one of the fastest. He is rather small, making his aerodynamic. He secretly hopes to become a hunter, but he wants the best for the pack.
Attican ((BlackJaguar))
Age: 73
Gender: Brute
Rank: Keeper of the Past
Family: Mate passed away a few years ago due to sickness, had no pups.
Personality: Insightful. Attican's years have provided the aging brute with years of wisdom and insightful knowledge on life and the world around him. Because of this and his age he has the ability to eventually become the Keeper of the Past. With the ability to listen and the previous accomplishments of his past Attican is quite literally a living wealth of knowledge to anyone willing enough to ask and listen.
History: Attican was born to his parents 73 years ago in the early spring. Being a single pup, he quickly became good friends with another litter of the season- most specifically he became friends with the single brute of the litter, Kantuk. Together the two friends worked together and grew well within their families and drew knowledge from all members of the pack, including the former Alphas. The Alpha's took to the friends kindly and treated the two much like their own, letting them learn and hunt from the very best, thus giving an edge that most growing pups are never so lucky to have. Times came and pups grew and eventually one day Attican was grown and able to help the pack with his own abilities, pressing forwards to only continue in the pack's welfare. The wolf has seen a lot of change through the years. He found a mate, watched his friend move on create his own pack, a generation or two grow, and watched his mate pass on peacefully a few years ago. All in all most all is well in the brutes life, himself just continuing to strive towards the welfare of his pack in the hopes of an even better future.
Ahote ((Soriams))
Male, 46 Summers
Fighter, Scarpaw Pack
PersonalityA large, scruffy male, Ahote is an oddly gentle and calm wolf for a fighter. Not easily riled, he faces most situations with detachment, often playing the role of 'immovable object' when it comes to protecting his pack, putting himself between danger and those he cares about. Humble to the point of a fault, he is difficult to rile, and is more likely to walk away than participate in an argument, even when directly insulted. It seems as though he doesn't really think much of himself in the first place, therefore making it difficult to wound his non-existent pride.
Unlike many of the more independent members of the pack Ahote hates to be alone, and will regularly seek out the company of his pack-mates. Though he might strike up an conversation every once and awhile should he find himself with a willing partner, he is happy to simply lie next to them in silence, is wanting nothing more than to know they are close. If separated from the pack unexpectedly, he can become distraught, nearly ineffectual in his frantic need to be reunited.
At times, it would seem as though the only reason he holds the role of fighter is because if his size. Yet when the pack is threatened, there can be no doubt of his abilities. He will gladly give his life to protect those he cares for, and in this case, that is every member of the Scarpaw Pack.
History:
At one time, Ahote was the alpha to another pack, surviving far from the boundaries of Scarpaw. Like it is for great wolves everywhere, life was cold and difficult for his pack-mates and no matter how he endeavored to see that they were well fed and taken care of, a hard life was taking its toll. Starvation and disease, even the occasional encounter by two-leggers all took members of his pack, but through it all he endured, taking responsibility for those still living and moving on.
One day, in the darkest part of the year, Ahote lead his pack on a hunting trip, stalking a vast herd of caribou that his keen-nosed hunters had tracked down. In the midst of some grand migration, he had never seen so many prey animals together at one time. No one, not even his keeper knew just how to approach separating out one target from so many. The opportunity was too great to pass up however, and he decided to try for it anyway.
Creeping up on the herd, they rushed it, hoping to single out a straggler or injured animal to take down, but instead of simply fleeing, utter chaos erupted. The herd was so vast that the members on the other side didn't see the attacking wolves, and refused to run, instead throwing back the panicked members towards the wolves. In the blink of an eye, they went from hunting to running for their lives, as not even the bravest great wolf would face the antlers of a caribou head-on. Though the hunting party managed to out-run the crazed animals, it was what happened afterwards that broke Ahote. Now split in two, the caribou stampeded directly back the way they had come, bearing down on the spot where they had left the pups and elders. Before they could even react, the herd thundered down on them, and tramped every one of them.
Ahote took this loss terribly, and was guilt stricken, blaming himself for what had happened. Though his Keeper tried to tell him that there was nothing he could have done, the alpha never truly believed that. Instead, he thought it was his cursed pride that led him to hunt what he did not know, and it crushed him. Unable to bear the sight of the grieving parents, Ahote resigned as alpha, and left in the middle of the night. Thereafter, he lived the difficult life of a loner, though he hated it and soon begain to fear being absolutely alone, it was a long time before he approached the Scarpaw Pack. Simply, he could bear solitude no longer.
Pipaluk. (Deceased?) ((Resin))
Age and Gender: Pipaluk is an 97 year old female.Rank/Status: Former Keeper of the Past turned StragglerPersonality and History: Though she has led a good life, that life is coming to an end. Pipaluk was granted the title of Keeper at a young age. The previous Keeper of the TangleTail pack died and, since that wolf was her grandmother, Pipaluk took over. The grey and white female had always had an ear for tales and a memory large enough to hold them in. To this day she remembers every tale, story and legend she has ever been told.
Pipa is at that point in her life where no one is going to tell her to do anything. She doesn't have time to screw around, in a sense. She demands respect, not only because of her rank, but because of her age. She's a crotchety old wolf. She doesn't hear very well, nor can she see out of her left eye. Pipa still gets around pretty well, though she refuses to go at any pace other than her own.
The alpha of another pack had come to the TangleTail's, telling them of her plans to travel South due to the shrinking land. Her Alpha, TangleTail himself, had decided that going South was a good idea. Soon they departed, but met with trouble along the way.
Many lives were lost. Well... all lives were lost. All of them except Pipaluk. Now she wandered about, still making her way South, but in a state of cloudy confusion.
If it wasn't for the voices...she more than likely wouldn't have made it this far.Pilot ((BlackJaguar))
Age: 32
Gender: Fae
Rank: Straggler
Family: Staying behind. No mate, no pups.
Personality: Driven. Pilot is a wolfess that will not take no for an answer. She was born as the runt in her litter and because of it she was always tested and pressed to become equal with her two male sibling littermates as she grew. Due to her diminished size overall, she has to compensate. She is not the best at fighting, but has a sharp tongue when needed and her frame allows her to achieve decent speeds to keep away from danger. In turn it also gives her an advantage as a skilled hunter to be able to keep up and chase down prey until it nearly collapses from exhaustion. A pack would do her good, as she can both give and recieve.
History: Pilot was born into a small clan of wolves by the oceanside, dwelling withing the caves of the rocks near shorre. The small group did not amass enough to be a full pack and did not carry a usual ranking system that one normally does. Instead it was her parents, another breeding pair, a few unrelated wolves, and one set of grandparents on her fathers' side. Born as the runt in a litter of two other brutes, she quickly learned the ability to adapt and strive in order to get everything she needed. She grew with the small group, and in turn did what she could help them too. However, as she did so, it was becoming obvious that the land wasn't as it once was. She and her brothers would have to go farther and farther in order to find a meal, half the time ending up only with enough to satiate everyone just enough to take away the edge of hunger. Multiple times the tides seemed to eat their dens, having to move farther and farther inland to avoid the waves from washing them away in their rise. Pilot tried speaking with her family, telling them that their home was no longer something to be sustainable for wolves like them, but it always seemed that her words fell to uninterested ears.
It was a hard decision for Pilot to make. To leave her family and the small group that she called her own... But something within the fae told her that she had to go, to look for better places to live. Finally after intense deliberation on her part, Pilot told her family of he plans to leave. While saddened, no one stopped her, and even though she offered, no one came along. Often she thinks of her clan and how they are doing, but that isn't part of her life anymore. Now she spends her days following the herds, trying to figure out where they are headed, and why.
Hrafn ((Resin))
Age and Gender: 46 Summers. Male.
Rank/Status: Straggler
Personality and History: Once, in the far North, a mother wolf gave birth to five pups. All of these pups were white like their mother and father except for one. He was given the name Hrafn, which means raven. From the time that he was small, Hrafn would howl to the skies each night. When his parents asked for the reason behind this, he would tell them that he was howling for guidance. He knew that he was destined to do great things.
As the years passed, Hrafn calmed, his ego diminishing. He had always been a selfless wolf; putting others well being before his own. As is the way of wolves, soon Hrafn yearned for his own mate and pack. In time, he settled down with a lovely white female. Though they were never able to have pups, they were happy. Several wolves joined their pack and the alpha pair ruled justly and fairly.
As all things must, their happiness ended. A wasting disease struck, taking each member of the pack one by one. Much to his chagrin, Hrafn was not taken by this disease. His mate was the last to die... then he was alone. Not knowing what to do with himself, he wandered aimlessly across the frozen tundra. He hunted and ate when he needed. He slept when he needed, but he didn't feel alive.
One night as Hrafn howled to the moon, searching for guidance as he did when he was a pup. A voice danced upon the wind.
"Go South." it told him.
"You will find what you seek in the South." He needed little prompting. The next morning Hrafn started South and has been moving that way ever since.
Wolf ((Soriams))
Male, 20 Summers
Straggler
PersonalityWolf is a curious and unassuming sort, seeming woefully inexperienced in many areas, but oddly skilled in others. This is all easily chalked up to the fact that he has lost vast swatches of his life from his memory and only has a general idea that he is a Great Wolf and what that means. He seems to love sitting and listening to others talk, no matter the subject, just for the joy of hearing another's voice. Quite soft spoken himself, he will only occasionally offer up stray words of wisdom or little kernels knowledge gleaned from his years of wandering alone. He has a very unique perspective on life, and is uncommonly observant of both the world around him and the interactions between others.
History:
Wolf was born to one of the packs of the south that have been so ravaged by the madness that turns the to kill on another. He too was taken by this sickness, but by some miracle actually managed to survive and recover his wits. This means that he has the uncommon advantage of being completely immune to this ravaging disease. However, the sickness had taken everything from him, his family, his pack and his mind. He awoke as if being born for the first time to a world alone. He could remember nothing, not his name or even if he had one. Everything was a complete and utter mystery to him, and he began to wander the icy landscape, having to relearn everything anew, to figure out for himself what other wolves are taught from birth. The only thing that he had was were these words in his head, words for things and actions, and he could string them together in ways that made sense. One of those words was wolf, and for some strange reason it seemed to apply to him more than the other words in his head, so he has taken that up as his name. He had thoughts, and nothing else he encountered seemed to have the same ability. Those who most resembled himself, (at least from what he could see of himself anyway) were all raving mad beasts, as likely to kill themselves as anything else they encountered. Thus he has wandered for years, not quite sure of what he is or why he exists.
Lani ((Soriams))
Female, 57 Summers
Hunter, ScarPaw Pack
PersonalityLani is a stout, white fea with a personality that overshadows her short stature by many miles. Always one to speak her mind, she is blunt and boisterous, as well as the eternal, unequivocal and unwavering optimist. As a matter of fact, her sunny personality is of such strong turn, that she quickly begins to wear on the more practical members of the pack. However, she almost never has anything bad to say about anyone, despite what they may think of her. She is one of those wolves who tends to eat too much, laugh just a little bit too loud and say whatever crosses her mind without considering the implications. Her happy nature might make some think she is simple, but she has a keen mind and is more than capable of leading a hunt and planning tactics, even if the delivery is less than serious in nature.
History:
Lani has been a member of ScarPaw all of her life, and a hunter therein for just about as long. For awhile, she was mated to another hunter named Stok, whom she fawned over to the point of nearly suffocating the poor brute. Despite this, they were happy couple until Stok was killed on a hunt a few years ago. About the same time, Attican lost his mate as well, and finding a certain kinship with the Keeper, Lani attached herself to him. Ever since, she has been hanging around whenever he is otherwise unoccupied by Keeperly duties. She seems convinced that they are perfect for one another, and of course simply will not take no for an answer.
As adultName:
This cute little pup's name is Raka. Raka is a name that means "Moon at Full Glory." He got his name for the white marking on his chest.
Gender:
Although Raka can be a female name, Raka is male.
Age:
Raka is just a pup, about a month old.
Rank:
Right now Raka is a pup. His pack rank will be determined as he matures.
Personality:
Raka is a shy, timid pup, but it is hard to blame him after what he has been through. He often dreams about what happened to his parents, and in result gets little sleep. He does have trouble trusting, but once he gets to know someone, he'll relax a bit and begin trusting slowly. He greatly dislikes being on his own, and will not do something on his own willingly. As he grows up, he will gain a bit more confidence in himself, but he knows he will never be brave enough to be a beta or a fighter. Raka is very loyal and is anxious to do what he can for the pack.
History:
Raka was born to a pair of lone wolves. They had left their packs secretly so that they could be together and potentially start a new pack. They had been on their own a while before Raka was born. He was the single pup of the litter. They named him Raka because the white mark on his chest reminded them of the full moon at night. Raka's mother and father spoiled their pup, and Raka loved the attention. He used to be a happy, silly little thing who tried to pick play fights with dad and mom.
When Raka was a month old, he went out exploring on his own. It wasn't far from his parents, but it was far enough where they weren't in sight. He started playing in some colorful flowers that had just started to bloom. He started rolling around and then he accidentally rolled right into a grizzly bear cub. He had never seen one before but soon they were playing together. Little did Raka know that the mother was nearby and mistook the playfulness as a threat. The bear charged him and Raka darted back towards his parents yelping and cry for help. His mother soon showed up, and as she battled the bear, Raka went and hid himself. It wasn't long before his father showed up to help too. With two of them, the bear was eventually driven off, but not without losses. Raka's dad took a deadly bite to his neck which killed him almost instantly. Raka's mom got some deep scratches in multiple places. While Raka's mom survived the attack, her injuries took their toll on her. She was able to look after Raka for a little bit longer, but eventually she too passed away. Raka was left on his own to fend for himself. He has been wandering ever since then, although it hasn't been that long.
Name of character: Minx
Image: one on the left
Image;..{green eyes}
Age and Gender: female 10
Rank/Status: Pup
Personality: Minx is very
cunning and sly, she loves
to pull pranks and can be
a bit mean about it
occasionally without
meaning to. She can be
very oblivious and more
impulsive than most. She
tends to react on emotion
not logic.
Name of character: Monk
Image: one on the right
Image;..{blue eyes}
Age and Gender: male 10
Rank/Status: Pup
Personality: Monk is very
mature and logical, he is
not very gullible, and
though he is young
he can be very wise. His
intelligence is used for
scheming with Minx
sometimes, however, he
knows when enough is
enough.
(they aren't this big yet, this is just their looks)Their history;
These two were born outside the pack and their mother was their only caretaker, she only had two sickly pups who, besides their gender, you couldn't tell apart at birth. So she tried very hard to take care of her little ones but failed to be sufficient. Their mother had a den near the Scarpaw pack and right before the packs journey had commenced, she was killed. A bear had found her den and as she led it away, she knew she wouldn't come back, the pups barely old enough to know their names. Monk was horrified and Minx too but Monk took up the challenge their predicament presented and comforted her and made sure she was safe, as best as a really young pup could. A few months later one of the last patrols found Minx, as she had wondered too far again and Monk heard her crying out from shock and horror Minx thinking danger, and he rushed there. Of course he looked silly to the wolves checking the border, a pup growling at grown wolves, but he saw them as a threat to his sister's life. Soon Minx warmed up to the pack, who took them in, and convinced Monk to try and trust them. As Minx is very cunning and sly, she is very playful and Monk is used to her antics, he would do anything for his sister, even participate and scheme with her. Minx couldn't imagine living without her twin and they are very close. Although they are very different, and quarrel sometimes, it never ends well when they do but usually Minx forgives too easily and while Monk can hold quite the grudge the two youngsters forgive each other all the time and continue pranking and bringing some annoying happiness to the pack, Monk tries to make up for it by catching little things if he can or trying to learn from the adults, Minx thinks most things are fun and games but will help anyone and loves to tell stories. These two sibling aren't called ' The troublesome twins ' for nothing. however, and sometimes take their jokes and games too far.
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