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Name: Amara Birthday: March 25, 2012 Age: 3 years Gender: Female Alliance: Valyn
The Outer Shell
Lineage: Arctic Wolf Height: 29 inches Length: 61 inches Weight: 145 pounds Coat Color: Pure white Eye Color: Sea foam green Markings: Two dark brown spots above her eyes. Scars/Abrasions: None Physical Status: 100% Mental Status: 80%
The Inner Workings
Stability: Unstable due to fits of bipolarity. Personality: Amara is a true enigma with two sides that contradict each other greatly. One side of her is dominant, aggressive and with a thirst of vengeance and justice. This side of her is almost always present, and it serves as a barrier against others that try to get through it. She is closed, stubborn, but with an immense sense of loyalty to those that deserve it. Amara is very naive, and when she sets her mind into something it's hard to let go of her goals. She is sarcastic, too smart for her own good, and sometimes she talks before she thinks. She is manipulative, controlling and if something is not going the way she intends, Amara gets frustrated and tries to manipulate everything to her favor. She has severe trust issues with anyone that comes on her way all willy-nilly without any permission or consent. This part of her wants everything how she wants it and when she wants it, and she will do everything in her power to gain it, even if it means to remove someone that is in her way. She has no problems with killing if it's needed to achieve her goals, and she can know how to detach her emotions if her duty demands it, but only if her duty or goals demands it. She will not go and kill randomly; she will only feel the need if someone's in the middle of her goal. She is also very unpredictable, arrogant and very impulsive, and this has made her fail thousands of times in her life, but it's like she cannot control herself sometimes. She speaks her mind and she does not care at all what others think of her.
Her other side, however, is much more calm, and these two sides of her are interchangeable according to circumstances. Amara has a calmer side that wants peace and to rest. She does things that she regrets later, and she tortures herself with the mistakes of her past. She says that she doesn't care what others think of her, but deep inside of herself she is vulnerable, and she hides this other side of her very well. She is filled with regrets and remorse, giving her nightmares every night. She longs for the peace of her mind and soul, and even if she has a deep hatred for males, she desires to find a male that will change her life entirely. But she never speaks of this to anyone; Amara's dreams and goals of having a family are only a distant dream in her heart. She is loyal and a very determined individual that is happy to get the job done and please any wolf above her. Amara wants to be part of a functional family or pack, making her very grateful when needed to be. If she ever finds a male that wins her heart, she will fiercely protect him at all costs, and will be the most happy and loyal female ever, and she will try her best to change. But since she keeps a stone wall against those that may care for her, she pushes everyone away with her stubbornness. She desires to change and she will do it with enough strength and valor. Above all, Amara is a very strange and complex wolfess that needs time to heal the wounds of the past, but even if she tries, the wounds will always try to stay open. History: Amara was born somewhere along the plains of I'queyer in the Island of Anikira. She was born to a pack with an unstable family of four; her two parents and her older brother, Deimos. Amara was the smallest of the siblings, and her brother began to take advantage of her diminutive size, and even if they were older by just mere hours, her brother always abused her frequently, always bullying her with no reason whatsoever. He had violent tendencies and her parents couldn't care less about them. As she grew, Amara found out that her parents didn't even love each other--they were the product of an arranged mating just to breed puppies for the season. The parents were together until the pups were big enough and they would go their separate ways. Amara grew up in a pack filled with female hatred, where males were allowed to do anything they pleased, and the male alpha was seen as a god.
As Amara grew up, she became more and more angered with her life and her "family." She had began to form a double personality to survive. She showed submissiveness towards the pack, but she was a rebel on her heart, and she was truly tired of what she was enduring. She began training quietly, trying to imitate the male warriors she saw training every day from the shadows. Attempt after attempt, she began perfecting her skills, and her body began to change drastically. The once wimpy, malnourished and skinny Amara grew up into an elegant and strong-built white beauty. Her parents had already left, but her brother kept beating her constantly, mocking her and using his strength over her, telling her insults and trying to make her believe how worthless she was. However, Amara didn't believe anything he said, and she kept training and training, her mind darkening with each day that passed. One day, she grew tired of all the abuse that this pack had made her endure, and she was hanging on her sanity by a thin thread. Deimos got into a fight with her just for the laughs, and in that fight, Amara used all the skills and strength she had gained through the time. She cleverly beat her brother down, and in a blind moment of rage and fury, she killed him by biting him on the neck and suffocating him. The entire pack watched in fury and surprise. They began to circle her and she ran away as fast as she could, but they reached her, which made her fight. She began to fight with all her strength and agility, and began to kill them one by one. Her once white fur was now stained with blood, and her mind began to fracture even more, and deep hatred and repugnance towards males became her morning bread.
After managing to escape, Amara went into a river and washed the blood from her body away, and she had a breakdown. She began to cry uncontrollably, and she shook and yelled at the wind. She was tired. She began to see males as the enemy, and from that day forward, she was never the same. However, there was one male that managed to win her heart over the course of time--and his name was Jason. She met him after what had happened, and initially her response towards his concern was to attack him and push him away. But after he insisted, she began to trust him more and more. Time passed by, and she fell in love, quickly forgetting the sins of the past. One day, however, she found out that he was actually a player that had multiple females at the same time. After finding out, she waited for him one day in their usual hiding spot, and she confronted him about it. After denying it, she called him a liar, and fought with him, and the fight ended with her killing him. After the deed was done, she went again to the same river to wash away the blood that screamed the sin she had just commited. Her heart became blacker than coal that evening, and now she knew there was no coming back. She now roams Anikira seeking for vengeance, hoping that someone will fix her already broken soul.
Name: Eve Birthday: May 17, 2015 Age: 5 months Gender: Female Alliance: Kairos
The Outer Shell
Lineage: Arctic x Kenai Peninsula Height: 49 inches Length: 90 inches Weight: 205 pounds Coat Color: Black Eye Color: Green Markings: None Scars/Abrasions: None Physical Status: 100% Mental Status: 100%
The Inner Workings
Stability: Stable Personality: Eve is an extremely cunning female, her mind forever calculating those around her. Most of the time she remains cool and aloof, aside from when she is communicating with her mother or brothers. But when she is found off to the side you can see a distinct look on her face, one of understanding and reflection. She is very keen on recognizing the emotions of those around her. She is also extremely well at reading others and their emotions. Aside from that she can be a bit aggressive and defiant. She has a pretty prominent rebellious streak within her which constantly causes her to not only get into trouble but to also sometimes cause confrontation. Eve thinks with the mentality that if she cannot get it no one can. Failure is not an option for the ebony she wolf. Not only is she strictly determined but she is also very good at shutting off her emotions. It is like a simple light switch. One minute she can be as warm as the sun, the next second she can be distant and almost hostile in some manners. Often times if she finds that she isn't getting what she wants for herself right away she becomes frustrated. This is not in a spoiled brat manner but because she feels as though she is failing herself. She yearns for the best, but not just that, she also wants to be outside of the box. She doesn't want to end up being just another normal female and just another normal number. She yearns for bigger and better things. She yearns to tear into others flesh and protect not only her family but her home land. And so she is very greedy. She is greedy for attention and eager to show her self worth. She is not an itty bitty female, in fact she is just as large as the other males running around if not larger. But instead of being clumsy she always moves with a natural form of grace. She is quick on her feet and has an even quicker tongue. Often times she is sarcastic and harsh, but she also has a cute playful side to her as well. When she wants to get her point across she wastes no time, and she will not stop until she has drilled her point into your head. She hardly takes no for an answer and will face any and all challenges head on. She can be awfully stubborn which can be a nuisance but she also has so much determination that it is unwavering. She is truly unique and most days her moods change. This is not bipolarity it is just the way she responds to day to day situations. History: Eve is the first born pup out of Lichen and Titan. Not only is she the first born but she had also inherited increased size from her father. Growing up her parents held somewhat of a strained relationship. She was led to believe that her father was Titan, although it would come out years down the road that her mother had in fact mated with both Goliath and Titan. By looks alone one would claim that Eve is her father's daughter. But this particular female will do anything to have her own identity. She hates being compared to others and would prefer to stand out among the crowd, as if her large stature doesn't do that enough for her. Shortly after she was born she began to test her mother's boundaries. She wanted to see just how much she could get away with before being reprimanded. Rough housing with her two brothers was always a part of her daily routine and if she wasn't satisfied with them she would often pick on Messoria's litter and sometimes even tousle with Datura's offspring. Although Datura and Goliath's litter were much older Eve had no problems sticking with them. Lichen remained confident in her daughter, even though she knew her attitude could quite possibly get her into trouble at times. Eve is quick to push others buttons, yet she is also quick to diffuse a situation. While most females are taught at a young age to either hunt or become a care taker, none of that interested Eve. She wanted to be where all of the action was. Seeing the blood stained warriors set a fire in her soul. That was what she wanted to be!
Her mother never discouraged her for following her dreams as she began to grow into a rather tall, gangly young pup. Lichen herself had been a warrior at one point, though being in a part of Kairos that was something unseen for the petite female. Eve on the other hand had followed in her father's pawsteps. Even at a young age she towered over her mother as well as her younger brother Theseus. Her other brother Imre tended to give her a run for her money but they were relatively close to one another. As she grew her determination grew with it. Along with silently watching others she began to evaluate things more carefully. Eve began to have an understanding that if you wanted something in the pack you couldn't just be granted it. You needed to earn it. It wasn't so much about making her mother proud- she did that everyday. It was about making her father proud, and proving a point. Eve could see the sexist acts in her pack, and she knew she wouldn't be just another number. Eve yearns to become a part of the warriors to not only prove a point but to prove her worth. And to also protect her home and her family. This was something she could see herself doing for the rest of her entirety. Eve's determination also makes her eager and sometimes greedy. Most of the time she doesn't care who she has to run over in order to get where she's going.
Name: Lichen Birthday: July 17, 2011 Age: 3 years Gender: Female Alliance: Kairos
The Outer Shell
Lineage: Arctic Height: 26 inches Length: 55 inches Weight: 130 pounds Coat Color: Pure white Eye Color: Green Markings: None Scars/Abrasions: None Physical Status: 100% Mental Status: 100%
The Inner Workings
Stability: Stable Personality: Shadows conceal the maiden that usually confides within them. Whispers through the midnight sky tell of a single maiden only known as Lichen. She is known as a warrior in these parts, a dark presence that confides deep within the shadows of many places only some may see and those are very seldom spoken of again. This dark presence within the shadows is Lichen. She moves through the terra as swift and as silent as nature itself. A unique colored ivory pelt stretches over her lean bodice with rippling muscles that glisten beneath it. Pure beauty shines through at the first glimpse but only some are captured by it. Most see nothing but the shadows instead of what is confided within them. Her optics reflect the sky like water. They glisten an endless void of ice blue that pierce the very soul with a single glance. She emerges and dissolves in and out of the shadows almost as if she were never around in the first place. Her personality is a mystery at times; she can be both loving but yet your worst enemy. Long and thin but yet strong pillars propel her bodice into the fastest sprints in a matter of seconds; large talons are perfect for bringing down prey. Pure white ivories easily rip through skin making her an amazing predator, though her optics act as a great weapon also, leaving her prey in a death grip. Lichen is a wolf to watch out for, either friend or foe this wolf is not to be judged by others. She can be untrusting at times, more accustomed to relying on herself then on others. Lichen is a bit wary of others and especially of letting others in, but once she does she will protect you until her last dying breath. She is extremely wise and confident, but can be aggressive at times. She is not one to back down from a challenge and if someone were to confront her she wouldn't hesitate in putting them in their place. History: Lichen had a rough life from the very moment she was born. She was the only surviving pup out of a litter of six and had a very slim chance of survival. It was in the middle of winter, the cold at it's climax. Her mother wasn't a very nurturing lupine and had left her to fend for herself shortly after she had turned a month old. Lichen had no idea of her whereabouts and simply wandered for miles, whimpering to herself occasionally. She was confused and lost, and exhausted. It was when she could take no more that she collapsed, the snow forming a blanket around her. When she finally came to she was greeted by a brown and grey hued wolf, and instantly her hackles raised out of fear. It's okay.. You'll be alright. The female wolf spoke calmly and instantly Lichen relaxed, just taking comfort in the sound of her voice. Lichen was then taken in by the female, who just so happened to be the alpha female of the pack known as the Avalick. Aaka, the wolf who had adopted her, had just had a litter of her own and accepted Lichen as one of her pups. There were no questions asked from anyone in the pack considering she was the alpha female. Lichen began to prosper, and she adored her mother.
Over time she began to blossom into a beautiful young wolf. She was sleek and her curves were subtle, but she was also defiant and courageous. Aaka trained her for hours at a time on how to defend herself, and mostly how to survive on her own. It was around her first birthday that she was initiated properly into the pack, and took up the position of warrioress. She thrived in the position, but she also became an expert at hunting. It was when she became of proper age that she was introduced to Legacy, an Ebon brute that was heir to the Avalick Pack. There was an instant attraction between the two, and they often stayed together for hours on end. Lichen fell for his charm, and he fell for her alluring qualities. It was as if they were meant to be, and soon they became mates. Kapu, alpha of the pack, accepted Lichen immediately as one of his own when Legacy brought her to him for his approval. But it wasn't long after Lichen and Legacy became mates that tragedy struck the pack. Kapu had come down with a horrible disease and he began to grow weak. Legacy became worn down over time, becoming more depressed with the more deteriorated that his father became. It seemed that the whole pack was suffering from Kapu's disease. Aaka tried to comfort her daughter but Lichen had a gut feeling that Kapu wouldn't make it. On the night of his father's death Legacy vanished, and Lichen was devastated. It was then that Aaka took full leadership of the pack and Lichen stood beside her as her beta. Slowly over time the Avalick Pack began to grow in numbers, but it didn't quite feel like home to her anymore.
Lichen waited until the pack had enough members before she confronted her mother, only to tell her that she would be leaving. She could not go on without her mate, and would not live in a pack that was contaminated with loss. Aaka was reluctant to let her go but knew that this time would come eventually. It was then that Lichen set out on her own, traveling from land to land in order to find the perfect place to settle down. She yearned for a fresh start and wouldn't settle for anything less. There were times where she came into the wrong territory, but you live and you learn. It took her months before she heard rumors of a territory somewhere in Africa, which wasn't necessarily far from where she had come to. It was then that she set off for those lands, curious if the grass really was greener over there.
Name: Onyx Birthday: March 20, 2015 Age: 7 months Gender: Male Alliance: Kairos
The Outer Shell
Lineage: Tundra x Mackenzie Valley Height: 39 inches Length: 55 inches Weight: 165 pounds Coat Color: Black Eye Color: Orange Markings: A silver patch over his left eye and a silver tip on his tail. Scars/Abrasions: None Physical Status: 100% Mental Status: 80%
The Inner Workings
Stability: Unstable Personality: Onyx truly only knows one emotion, self loathing. He hates his very existent and often wonders, why him? Growing up surrounded by those who hate you makes you wonder why you even bother with living. He is in an almost constant state of depression and is incapable of loving. How can you love someone else if you yourself have never been loved? He is almost always tense and on guard, unsure of when someone will try to end his existence. Along with the self loathing comes hatred and pure fury. He is almost always angry, but he never shows this. His face forever remains a cool canvas, hiding his true emotions. This will not last forever, however. His anger is just boiling beneath the surface, and eventually it will explode. His sharp tongue is just a defense mechanism, his barbed words used to push others away. Onyx goes throughout his life feeling as if he has a target on his back, and although part of him yearns to be cared for he does not give in to that minuscule part of him. Often times he may come off as aloof, but he is always calculating. He knows better then most that it's a dog eat dog world, and he never takes anything for granted. History: Love. The word is so foreign to this wolf, as he had never even felt that very emotion. The only male pup out of a litter of four he had always been an outcast, cast aside and considered nothing but trash in comparison to his three sisters. He and his siblings had been the result of a one night stand; to say his existence was unwanted could be an understatement. From the moment he was born he had been neglected because of his gender. Although he had fought to live he was never truly wanted. He was considered a hindrance. Growing up in the Valyn pack held him back considerably. His sisters were always reveled and placed above him and he was hardly shown any attention. He felt loathed by everyone.. He hardly felt loved. He was still quite young when his father Sanris came to retrieve him from Athena, and for the rest of his younger years he was to be reared in Kairos. Datura, his adoptive mother, did not treat him kindly. He was considered irrelevant to the rest of her litter and a nuisance, but she still raised him. Even as the ebony and silver hued brute grew he was still considered far weaker then the rest. His own father played little part in his life and he grew up only vaguely remembering of what his true parents looked like. With each day that passed he truly wondered why he was still alive, why he was blessed with breathing another day. Living a tough life could truly wear one down, and it seemed that Onyx was becoming a ticking tomb bomb the bigger he grew and the older he became.
Lineage: Tundra Height: 27 inches Length: 58 inches Weight: 100 pounds Coat Color: Mainly black with some areas of grey and white. Eye Color: Golden Brown Markings: A white mask around her eyes. Scars/Abrasions: None Physical Status: 100% Mental Status: 100%
The Inner Workings
Stability: Stable Personality: Wraith is a very strange female, much like her mother. She is often quiet, speculative of those around her. She hardly speaks unless spoken to, being more so one of the quiet nature. She will come off as aloof and distant, cold and collected. Wraith doesn't allow herself to become emotionally attached to anyone- she feels as though it would only be a distraction to her learning and her future. She does not accept failure, and will not be thought as one. Because of her much smaller stature than average she has much to prove to everyone, especially her father. She wishes to follow a warrior path, much like her mother, and will often involve herself in strenuous activities to not only train her mind but her body and spirit. Wraith also tends to avoid other pups, especially males. She finds them to be repulsive aside from them being partners in war. This does not mean she is not attracted to males, she just finds the idea of mating and conception to be absurd. Wraith is not the type to settle down, she dislikes pups and despises having to be around them even though she herself is a pup. It almost seems as if she is an adult trapped in a child's body. She is very mature in her age and it is often seen in the way she carries herself. Despite having such a tough mentality she can be graceful at times and often enticing to others. Her particularly distant attitude can make her alluring at times. Despite all of this if you irritate her she will let you know. She has a short fuse like her father and when she gets angry you will most definitely know it. She doesn't take disrespect of any kind and if she sees something she doesn't like she will call you out on it. Size means nothing to this female. She is very head strong and will fight her own battles; strategy and intelligent thinking allowing her to come out on top almost every time. History: Wraith and her older sister Banshee were conceived through interesting circumstances. Their mother being a part of Kairos had agreed to become a part of sealing an alliance with a neighboring pack known as Ultoris. Xena had agreed to conceive with the Alpha Severus' pups in order to confirm the alliance, and when her litter would be born half would be shipped off to Ultoris whilst the rest would remain within Kairos. Xena had never been the mothering type. Being the only female warrior within Kairos she had always had a reputation to uphold, and mothering was not something that had been up her ally. Luckily her only friend within the pack, Datura, happened to be the Matriarch. Xena knew that regardless of whether she wanted the help, Datura would give it to her. There were certain expectations to uphold with her pregnancy and when her time had finally come she had been more than disappointed with her brood. Her strenuous labor had resulted in two pups, both female. The first had been of exceptional size, while the second had been much smaller. This smaller pup, was Wraith. With time both of the females began to blossom, both determined to prove something to their mother. Wraith would be sent off to her father when she would become of age but until then she would try her hand at survival within Kairos- and impressing her unimpressed mother. For the most part Wraith and Banshee were close, but Wraith did not allow herself to become too close. Wraith didn't feel emotional attachments to others very often. She felt love towards her mother and sister, but hardly acted upon it. Wraith had a future to look forward to, one in a whole new land of opportunity. All of her time spent in Kairos would be time spent conditioning her for her new home.
