CHILIS SALSA™

[Odara]

CHILI'SSALSA 20 • Female • Spontaneously Crazy

Welcome to my log book! This is where all of my characters can be found. I usually will try to keep this updated as much as possible along with any current plot potentials for any of my characters. If you would like to know more about me or any of my characters feel free to shoot a pm to my main account Odara . Now on to the characters~ Females ❥ Cherokee ❥ Eve ❥ Freya ❥ Odara ❥ Wraith ❥ Lichen ❥ Quinn Males ▶ Onyx Current Plottage ● Cherokee runs into Kenai [potential love interest] ● Freya plans her first ceremony. ● Odara has her first litter. ● Onyx helps Typhon sort out the mayhem and explores his new position in Kairos. ● Wraith prods Captain for information about her father. ● Quinn gets accepted into Kairos and meets Taranis.

BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Odara]

Cherokee AGE: 2 BREED: Tundra  GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 29 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 115 pounds/60 inches APPEARANCE: white with light brown tipped ears and light brown facial markings. PERSONALITY Intelligent▹ Cherokee is an extremely intelligent female considering everything she went through as a young pup. She seems to have a good head on her shoulders and knows how to get herself out of the toughest of situations. She is cunning and intuitive, and almost nine out of ten times she can tell a wolf's intentions from a mile away. Curious▹ Ever since she was a child Cherokee had an intense amount of curiosity. Cherokee can almost never resist the urge to quench her curiosity. Whether she is asking a million questions or investigating things on her own she is always searching for answers one way or another. Manipulative▹ This female is aware that she is different. She knows that she is not a normal female and uses her unique appearance to manipulate others. Most of the time she targets males because it is easy to get under their skin. If she can get someone to do something for her she will. As long as she doesn't have to over-exert herself she almost doesn't care. Part of her knows that it is wrong to use others but so far that talent has allowed her to survive and she will continue to use it in order to protect herself. Playful▹ Because Cherokee was hidden from the rest of the world she still has a very prominent side of her that is still a young pup. There are moments where this can be clearly seen, either in the way that she speaks or the way that she acts. She often is not aware of this change in behavior and instead just likes to joke and play around with others because she enjoys it. Silly▹ Along with her playful side comes her silly side. She loves playing pranks on others and will almost always play a prank on a complete stranger. It does not matter whether she knows you or not, she will mess around and push your buttons regardless of who you are to her. Shy▹ Upon first meeting others Cherokee has a huge shy side. She still is learning on how to interact with others and doesn't know how to act in response to other wolves. This can make her come off as very shy and a bit ditzy. She tries desperately to fit in and sometimes that comes off as a little aggressive, but she hardly means anything by it. Caring▹ Although she can be very shy when it comes to being around others there is a huge part of her that is very caring. Cherokee cares about the well being of others when she isn't trying to take from them. If someone is hurt she does her best to help them, and if god forbid something would happen to a friend or family member of hers all hell would break loose. Protective▹ It is true that Cherokee has a very protective side to her. If she feels the need she will not hesitate when it comes to ripping into someone. She knows quite a bit of self defense after being on her own for so long and if she feels threatened she won't hesitate in letting you know, either with her words or her teeth. Sarcastic▹ Sarcasm is pretty much all this female speaks. She can be extremely blunt and uncaring without even trying and most of the time she can say some pretty crude things as well as being sarcastic to the point where it is just plain hurtful. However Cherokee is not purposely trying to do so, it is simply just how she operates. HISTORY The Past▹ This is a tale of a wolf born from a religious pack deep within the jungles of Kal'Dyne. The pack, though sparse, was a strong one. Their rules and regulations were based off of the gods. If you were "marked" you were considered favorable, and if you were "normal" you were given a lesser rank. Before Cherokee was born her parents were considered normal, nothing special in comparison to a few of the wolves that took up the substantial ranks within the pack. Males were considered strong and worthy whereas females were considered holy, their bodies a temple for their mate and the gods only. Mating season was a particular time where only a few of the wolves within the pack were given the green light- perhaps if they were lucky enough to be chosen by the gods. Reciso was her father, a normal sized brute and a warrior of the pack. Mystic, her mother, was a healer. Their romance was obvious even through a strangers eyes and although they had not been chosen they still took part in the mating ritual. The result had been one single pup, a female with pure ivory fur aside from exquisite light brown facial markings and light brown tips on her ears. She was marked. She was blessed with the name Atara but she remained hidden from the rest of the pack. Although she would have been considered royalty her parents kept her hidden, she was their secret and their secret only. With each day that passed her curiosity grew. Why couldn't she meet the others? Was there something wrong with her? Her curiosity for the rest of the world made her ask numerous questions, though the answers she received hardly satisfied her. Both of her parents would leave her alone in their den for the majority of the day. Some days she would talk to herself since there was no one else to speak to her; this was where her split personality came about. But despite this she was roughly intelligent- enough so to get her into trouble. With each day she began to wonder just what was on the outside of her cave. She was so accustomed to the dark that she was unaware of the warmth of the sun. She would occasionally hear birds chirping outside, as if they were luring her to come outside of the cave. She would lie as close as possible to the entrance, her petite head resting on her front paws as she stared longingly with golden brown occuli. Simply waiting for her chance to escape. Atara was no fool. She became accustomed to her parents' routine. She would lie and wait at the mouth of the cave until she knew they would be due home, and then she would return to the dark depths of the cave, far from the entrance. She did not want them to suspect anything, especially that she was planning an escape. Her father was extremely protective, enough so that it was irritating. Her mother would dote on her, as if she was the most precious thing on the earth. But Atara would hold her tongue, biding her time until she would finally meet the outside world. Atara was a little over a year old when she awoke to the sound of rain falling on the roof of her cave. The repetitive pounding was enough to lull her back to sleep but she fought the instinct. Her parents were long gone, and she knew that the rain would keep them even longer. She swallowed the lump that arose in her throat and crept towards the opening of the cave. Slowly but surely she made her way until finally the rain began falling in fat droplets against her fur. She jumped backward out of pure shock and then hesitantly stuck her nose out to sniff the air. It was damp and the smell of rain was thick in the air. Finally though she got the courage to exit the cave completely. That first step was all it took before she was running full speed away from her cave. She was free! Free from hiding! The rain pelted her hide but she didn't care. It was as if she were washing away all of the remnants of her former life. By the time nightfall came she was far from home and she had decided that Atara would no longer be her calling. She had given herself the name Cherokee. The Present▹ Shortly after Cherokee had left her natal pack she had run into the borders of Valyn. Living a life of seclusion left her completely unaware of the natural form of hierarchy in the world. Cherokee was unaware of pack borders and other wolves in general. The only interactions she had ever had with her own kind were with her parents. All other wolves were completely new to the young female. Her first encounter with another wolf however was not a kind one. The first wolf she had run into was a female like herself, though much larger and twice as aggressive. This wolf was the dominion of Valyn, a warrior that feared no one. The fact that she had run into her during a patrol was not the best of situations. Needless to say that was the first time that Cherokee learned how good she was at running. However the look that the female with the strange eyes had given her was enough to stick in her brain. She stared for an incredibly long three seconds before attacking. But what exactly was she looking at? Up until this time Cherokee had no clue of the fact that she was unique. That her appearance was simply unnatural. But she did not think of it for much longer. Her main intention was staying away from others, even though she wanted so badly to meet them. As time passed she began to teach herself to hunt, if she didn't steal from others first. Her speed was an advantage and she soon became a scavenger. All it took was the initial shock of her appearance towards others. In those moments she would steal what she could and then leave as fast as her body could manage. Nowadays however she has begun to use her looks to manipulate others. Some foolish boys would hunt for her expecting that she would stay with them, only to have her turn on them as soon as her stomach was filled. It did not take her long to get the hang of things. Being different made things easier for her, at least when it came to manipulating others. However Cherokee didn't want to live a lifestyle of stealing and using. She wanted a home where she could converse with others and show her true personality. Up to this point she has yet to find the right home, but she is searching to settle down. She is choosing to stay far from the jungles of her natal pack in hopes that no one will discover her- her next objective is fulfilling her new destiny. Each day that passes she is perfecting her self discipline, hunting, and self defense. Although her split personality can sometimes make things a tad bit difficult- making her appear a bit contradictory in nature. When meeting new wolves Cherokee can seem crude and sarcastic (this however is just a defense mechanism). Once she feels that she can trust you her more fun and playful side emerges. But because she was kept hidden from the world while growing up it affected her mentally; causing her to be a bit weirder than the average wolf. STATISTICS FATHER - Reciso MOTHER - Mystic PACK - Airila RANK - Gatherer LOVE - N/A FRIENDS - Harlot, Rikez, Arche ENEMIES - N/A SIBLINGS - N/A CHILDREN - N/A GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS - N/A PHOTO GALLERY

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[Odara]

Eve AGE: 11 months BREED: Kenai Peninsula x Arctic GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 49 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 205 pounds/90 inches APPEARANCE: pitch black with light green eyes. 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. STATISTICS FATHER - Titan MOTHER - Lichen PACK - Ananke RANK - Crusader LOVE - N/A FRIENDS - Nimue, Morrigan, Journey ENEMIES - N/A SIBLINGS - Imre, Theseus CHILDREN - N/A GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS - N/A PHOTO GALLERY

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[Odara]

Freya AGE: 4 years BREED: Gray x Red GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 34 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 135 pounds/60 inches APPEARANCE: pure white with black stripe markings around each leg as well as having a longer than usual tail- crystal blue eyes. PERSONALITY Freya is a very outgoing individual with a knack for understanding and being intuitive towards others personalities and emotions. She seeks only to help others, providing assistance whenever it may be required. Freya is a selfless soul, and is almost always putting others before herself. Freya has also been blessed with the gift of divination. She had always had the gift before but had never been aware of it until she had ended up shipwrecked on the shores of Anikira. This gift has begun to shape Freya, affecting both her thoughts and actions. She is almost always keenly aware of how her actions affect others and because of this she often can show remarkable restraint. She is not an overly aggressive female and is normally always seen to be speaking with soothing gentle tones, tones that are almost always comforting to others especially with her honeyed Scottish accent. The accent shines through prominently, sometimes making it a bit difficult to understand her but it shows of her true heritage. This female is still learning how to develop her capabilities, and although she carries a broad responsibility on her shoulders she normally has a very carefree nature. She is almost always known to bring a smile on someone else’s face and most come to her with any issues or problems that they may have because it is easy to confide in her. At four years of age she has wisdom beyond her years and has particularly taken on the role of mother hen. She has a tendency of mothering others in the pack, and can often be very protective in some ways. Freya is very level headed and is almost the first wolf to go to with confrontation. She is an excellent mediator and despite her docile nature she also excels greatly in self-defense mechanisms. Overall she is a very well-rounded wolf. She is very religious and follows the rules strictly, but that doesn’t define her. She is a wolf to look towards in times of trial and she does her best to always accept others, especially given her sexual orientation. Freya is by no means a judgmental individual and will almost always accept anyone no matter the circumstances. HISTORY Freya is not your usual wolf considering that she is very much a foreigner to the land of Anikira. She did not have a normal pack life, in fact she has zero recollection of her pup hood before she was raised by humans. Freya was originally raised in the rich land of Scotland, leading to her Scottish decent and heritage. She is a very religious wolf and came to know her faith because of the humans that raised her. Although she was a beloved pet she was also put on a pedestal because of her unique markings and appearance. Freya was considered to be a rare occurrence, and many people would come from far and wide to see her. She was accustomed to the visits and often grew to like the attention, though she was wary of the other two-leggers. It was no secret that she was different and although she was treated kindly by her respective owners she still felt roughly out of place. Freya however was living with domestic dogs but she still knew that she was different than them. As she grew in age she also grew in size, leaving the canines far behind her in both height and weight. And over time as she matured her markings began to spread- starting as black spots on her forelegs to spots on her hind legs, and finally to ebony stripes that wrapped equally around them in perfect markings. It only made her more treasured to her humans. Soon they were beginning to book viewings, as Freya had become very popular in the human world. This resulted in the event that would change her life forever. Her humans had agreed to go on a tour of some type to broad cast their domesticated wolf- this had caused them to have to sail overseas. While on board they had encountered a horrendous storm. The waves were ginormous and were steadily overtaking the ship, and in only a matter of time Freya found herself being thrown overboard. She was in a crate at the time but the impact of the water had shattered it (thankfully) otherwise she would have drowned. Freya was immediately panicking. She had never been in that amount of water before and was forced to let her natural instincts take control. When she managed to reach the shore she was soaked and exhausted- coughing and sputtering and hardly breathing. It was during this time that she first saw her vision. The moon was a bright beacon in the night above her and during this time a spirit emerged. The wolf was pure white, with flowing fur and light shining brightly around it like a halo. At first she thought she was dying, but no- she was being reborn. You are being given the chance to prove your worth and if you are deserving of the gift of divination. Rest and then your trial will come. The spirit spoke to her and with that a deep wave of sleep overcame her. When she awoke she was alarmed, but vaguely aware of what had happened to her. It was a crazy head rush and she had a million emotions going through her system- but she knew she would not miss such an opportunity. It was while she was traveling through the lands of Anikira that she came across another female, one of smaller stature then herself but she was instantly drawn to her. Her beauty alone captivated her, and so she befriended her. It was not long however that their friendship grew, blossoming into something so much more. The emotions were confusing but Freya did not question them as she was blissfully happy. Soon after this her trial came- the test of true love. It was during a particularly cold evening that Freya got a glimpse of an alarming image. This image had flashed before her crystal blue eyes- her dearest mate’s life being threatened by a rogue male. The image ended with her mate lying in a pool of her own blood and when Freya came out of the vision she was truly alarmed. Ah wull nae let this happen. Soon after the howls of her beloved reached her ears and she was taking off as fast as her legs could carry her. She did not hesitate to dive to her mate’s defense, her teeth clashing with those of the rogue. It was during this scuffle that she felt a painful rip and tearing as the left tip of her ear was removed completely. However her own life was not even considered during this time, her main concern was that of her mates. Shortly after she drove the male off she heard the call of an unknown female- one that instantly drew her to it. Without hesitation she made her way towards the call, meanwhile the voice of the spirit echoed in her head, You have done well child. STATISTICS FATHER - Unknown MOTHER - Unknown PACK - Othala RANK - Gythya LOVE - N/A FRIENDS - Kiva, Eidus ENEMIES - N/A SIBLINGS - N/A CHILDREN - N/A GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS 1. New to This World ft. Akanke 2. Sparks ft. Kiva 3. Divert your Attention ft. Ladonna 4. Spotlight ft. Eidus PHOTO GALLERY

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[Odara]

Odara AGE: 2 years BREED: Eastern Timber GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 29 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 100 pounds/48 inches APPEARANCE: tan, brown, and black with red points - silver eyes. PERSONALITY Odara is considered the quiet speculative type. In most situations she is known to keep to herself but however when she does choose to speak to another it is with witty and often honest remarks. There are times where she can come off as rough around the edges simply because she lacks the emotion that most other wolves have. The rare times that Odara does feel emotion is when she yearns acceptance of some kind. She loves attention even though she hardly lets it be known and she craves the acceptance of others. She will not fight for the spotlight however and prefers to remain secluded from others. Along with this Odara has the tendency of noticing things she probably shouldn’t notice. It seems that Odara is a book of secrets, almost knowing what makes everyone tick. But she does not speak of this to others, she prefers to keep others dirty secrets in her back pocket for her own advantage in case she should ever need it. Odara does however have an absolutely filthy mind. On the outside she is a relatively submissive female but on the inside she replays different scenarios of other wolves in corruption, torture, and chaos. This could be seen as a slight mishap in her brain but it is something she does to pass the time. Blood intrigues the female and she loves the color, scent, and taste of it. Seeing it on others or even picturing it on others is enticing to her and definitely turns her crank. One would never guess that such a quiet individual could be so dirty beneath the surface but that is exactly how Odara is. Part of her yearns for a specific relationship, one filled with pain and torture because those are the kinds of things she loves but she has never made the move to make it happen; or better yet found the right individual to explore such a thing with. After seeing her sister experience abuse it had sparked something in Odara, much like a trigger. It was fascinating to her and became something that she wanted, even it was far from normal. Because Odara had been a slave she knows no other relationship and often looks for a similar one, one where she is mostly submissive. HISTORY Odara was a relatively normal femme up until the moment she was kidnapped from her natal pack and birth parents. She had been born on Anikira, in a litter of five pups, three males and two females. The pack was a fairly large one and was thriving, up until a mysterious disease began to disband them and take them one by one. Her siblings and herself included seemed to be immune to the diseases and had managed to survive the worst of it. It wasn’t until there were only about six or seven healthy adults left standing that Odara had been taken. It was a cold and dreary winter night. The wind had been howling and the air was so cold it felt like you could barely breathe. Odara could only faintly recall the happenings of that night. The massacre had been quick and effortless for the strangers but it was essentially what had sparked the slight insanity in the young pup. She could clearly define the color of the blood strewn across the snow, a memory that remains firmly planted in the back of her mind. Perhaps that is why she has such a huge fascination with torture and chaos, but one would never know for sure. Perhaps she was always doomed to be a sick individual. Regardless, that night was the night of her new life. She and her younger sister were taken because they were females and were seen as vessels to support new life. Of course they were far too young to bare pups but they would be useful in due time. She and her sister were kept underground and treated as slaves. Odara learned to be submissive to avoid any abuse, her sister however was not as smart. There were many times where Odara witnessed the beatings, and part of her enjoyed it. It was intriguing to her which wasn’t exactly a normal reaction to be expected. There were many occasions where her sister had begged her, crying out for her help but the cries had fallen on deaf ears. Eventually Odara was praised for her obedience- but not without sacrifice. She had been ordered to murder her last living sibling, and had done it swiftly and with little to no remorse. Even as her dead sister lay at her paws bleeding out before her she did not react. She stood with her head cocked, watching the blood spill from her lifeless body and completely enthralled by it. After her first act of obedience Odara came into heat for the first time. It was a very confusing time for the female, one where she was not aware of the changes to her body. Her “owner” had assured her that it was normal while he panted heavily on the nape of her neck. She could see that he wanted her, could hear it in the huskiness of his vocals. But for some reason he resisted, though she was not sure why. He continued to explain that it was “too soon” and that she had to be in the peak of her heat in order to conceive, whatever that meant. Odara craved affection, and attention. It wasn’t long before she grew bored with her owner and wanted more. It took a lot of determination and curiosity to get her to make her way above ground. There were many instances where she considered turning back and actually did, but some minuscule part of her brain told her to keep going. That she deserved more. More then her slave driver. That voice was what made her continue, and although it was pitch black she could see perfectly. She followed the worn tracks in the dirt until they led her to the entrance of the underground caverns. Her first steps above ground were extremely painful. The sun beat down on her and her pupils were not accustomed to the brightness, causing her to yelp in pain and dart off in any general direction that her paws would lead her. She continued to run until she stopped, panting heavily and keeping her eyes sealed shut. Hesitantly she opened them and continued to stare down at the ground, which was the first time she noticed grass. She watched it as it waved in the air and took an inhale of the sea breeze around her. Little did she know but she was on the outskirts of Ina’mos. She could not tolerate the sunlight for long and took off in the direction of shade, though she wanted to put a decent amount of distance between herself and her owner. Odara vowed to herself to never speak of her past and instead focus on her future. It was while she was miles away from her captivity that she rested for the first time. She laid panting on the coral reefs, her stunning silver optics watching the fish dart beneath the surface. It was a very curious thing for the female, and it was then that she ran into her first Kairos member, Sabaoth. STATISTICS FATHER - Unknown MOTHER - Unknown PACK - Kairos RANK - Consort LOVE - Sabaoth FRIENDS - Typhon ENEMIES - N/A SIBLINGS - Sister CHILDREN - Aella, Castor, Zeus [March 9 2016] GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS - N/A PHOTO GALLERY

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Wraith AGE: 11 months BREED: Tundra GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 27 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 100 pounds/58 inches APPEARANCE: mainly black with some areas of grey and white with a white mask marking around her eyes - brown eyes. 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. STATISTICS FATHER - Severus MOTHER - Xena PACK - Ultoris RANK - Youth LOVE - N/A FRIENDS - Captain ENEMIES - N/A SIBLINGS - Banshee CHILDREN - N/A GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS - N/A PHOTO GALLERY

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[Odara]

Lichen AGE: 3 years BREED: Arctic GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 26 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 125 pounds/61 inches APPEARANCE: pure white with light green eyes. PERSONALITY Lichen is a very caring soul and is usually very even tempered unless angered. Even though she is tiny in stature she is very well trained in both combat and hunting. She is very wise beyond her three years of age and is a wolf that many can go to if they were to need advice or just a shoulder to cry on. Normally she doesn't tend to be very emotional and likes to try to hide her feelings from others and keep things smoothed over versus letting someone else know that something is bothering her. Along with this Lichen is a very sly creature- she is very good at sneaking around if need be but she is also quick on her feet and has a sharp tongue. At times she can be very sarcastic and uncaring if she wanted to be and is almost always eager to partake in combat but because of her smaller size she is almost always overlooked for being a fighter. But she can be quite nasty if she needs to be despite the fact that she has a big heart and a good head on her shoulders. She is not a very trusting female but when she does trust someone it is a trust and a bond that will last forever. Loyalty is a big factor for this female and once she is loyal to you she will do anything for you. However you do not want to create an enemy out of Lichen as she has a fierce temper and can often hold grudges. HISTORY Lichen was born on a cold winter's night, the wind howling and the snow flying around her mother and her newborn pups. She was a tiny thing and almost blended in completely with the snow due to her pure white fur. She had had one brother as well, though he was much tinier than she and did not fair well even in the beginning. Her mother was unfortunately not the "mothering" type and abandoned them shortly after their first month of life. The two pups had huddled together to try to keep warm, though soon her younger brother's body became intensely cold. As the night wore on his body also began to grow stiff as death had taken him. She was only a child at the time so she was not aware of such matters, that is until someone else had found her. This wolf was a kind female named Aaka who was of a neighboring pack who had just happened upon her. It was almost instantly that she decided to adopt Lichen as her own. She grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and carried her back to her pack lands and luckily she had just whelped a litter of her own so it was decided that she would raise Lichen alongside them. Aaka had then given her a name, calling her Lichen because her eyes were as green as the moss that grew around their pack lands in the summer time. Lichen was raised alongside another female Akela and a male known as Kyros. These pups were warm and welcoming to her and made growing up in the Avalicks a fun experience for the female. Lichen however had many ambitions even as a child. She always strived to be the best she could be. Aaka encouraged her to learn many things that way she could adapt on her own in the wilderness. At a young age of six months Lichen was learning some basic healing techniques as well as hunting and fighting. Kapu, the alpha of the Avalicks, looked towards her with pride as she was Aaka's daughter and Aaka was one of his most favored females. With time Lichen became more experienced in the hunting department of things. She began to hunt with the older wolves in order to bring more food back for the pack. But soon things began to change- the summer before her second birthday a sickness over fell their little pack, some of their members becoming so ill they could hardly walk or move. Their alpha was one of these wolves. During this time Aaka became alpha of the Avalicks and appointed Lichen to work alongside her as her beta. Lichen enjoyed the position and enjoyed the rank of power- though she was not a cruel leader. She still partook in her hunting trips with the other hunters and even spent some time with the sick wolves in an attempt to provide relief for their pain. It was evident however that none of them were improving. And then, one morning when she awoke, she awoke to the wolves having vanished, their alpha included. Immediately Aaka sent out search parties though to no avail. They were gone- perhaps to die in peace. The pack mourned for their lost loved ones, their howls entwining together and echoing across the land. It was then decided that they would move territories after years of having been there. Lichen helped her mother through her time of mourning but she soon came to the realization that she wanted more in life. She needed to escape this time of loss and come into her own character. When she explained this to her adoptive mother Aaka had been quiet but had finally spoken with soft comforting vocals. She knew that this time would come eventually and accepted Lichen's words with an open heart. Lichen enveloped her in a tight hug for one last time before turning on her haunches and leaving. Lichen made her way across the land, crossing over into unfamiliar territories. She was high up in the mountains and the climate was rather harsh here but it was there that she ran into her first wolf outside of the Avalicks. This wolf's name was Summit and thankfully he was a gentle soul and had a kind nature about him. He had agreed to help her hunt and then warned her of a growing pack known as Kairos and to avoid their territory at all costs. It was then that he described the island known as Ina'mos and Lichen being hard headed had told him that she might just end up crossing paths with them. She had wished Summit the best of luck before making her way towards Ina'mos. Lichen hadn't initially been searching for another pack but she found that the loner life had not been for her. She decided that perhaps she just needed to move away from her natal pack and meet entirely new wolves and form new bonds. And so she made her way to the "forbidden island", her petite frame braving the swim across the ocean. The waves had knocked her around like a rag-doll but she had made it safe and sound and dripping wet. The swim had made her nearly exhausted and she had been extremely thirsty so she made her way towards the first water source she could find which was the waterfall in Liandry Falls. It was there that she came toe to toe with the General Titan. They exchanged words, most of them flirtatious, and he accepted her among the ranks of Kairos. Shortly after being accepted into Kairos Lichen ran into a female with fur as dark as ebony and beautiful amber eyes. Her name was Messoria. They became acquaintances but it took a hunting trip with the rest of the hunters for the females to become much closer. Lichen had protected Messoria from a cougar thus making their relationship almost as if they were sisters. Soon after the mating season came about and Messoria was claimed by the Alpha Goliath while Lichen was claimed by him and another wolf, Titan. It was evident in the following months that she was pregnant, though she was not sure by whom. The Matriarch Datura had not been happy of the news that her litter may be siblings to Lichen's but they would know in due time who was the father of Lichen's unborn litter. Lichen gave birth in the caverns alongside Messoria (who had already had her litter). She had had a stillborn as her first, then a large black female as her second born who she had named Eve. Her third born had been an average sized brute who was also black pegged as Theseus. She had been sure that she was done until her last child made his way into the world. This was a large male who was pure white like herself. It was then apparent that Titan was the father of her pups. Datura arrived shortly after to remove the stillborn- it had been a tiny white female, much like herself and it saddened Lichen to think that she had whelped it and that it hadn't even had a chance at birth. Over time Lichen raised her pups alongside Messoria, their litters frolicking and playing with one another. It was almost as if they were all siblings, so close they were to one another. Lichen however grew more bitter with the time passing. Titan had not once come to see their children or any other's of the wolves he had impregnated and it saddened Lichen. She had only wanted one wolf to be the father of her children and stand alongside her as her mate but it was clear that Titan was not him. She spoke to Messoria of her hatred and anger but found that her feelings of bitterness would not leave her. It was shortly after speaking to Goliath's brother Sabaoth that Lichen knew what she must do. She had been meaning to return to Aaka for some time now, but she was also going to hunt the father of her children down and really give him a piece of her mind. He might have disappeared from the rest of Kairos though he would not disappear from her. The only wolf she had spoken to of her disappearance was Messoria, explaining that she simply must leave. She alerted her children to this fact as well and told them to always follow their dreams and to never give up. It was then that she braved the swim across the ocean. She searched for what seemed like ages only to never find the former General. Apparently he was very good at disappearing and that was fine and dandy for her. She adjusted her path and made her way back to her natal pack, only they too were no longer there. Feeling defeated Lichen made the decision that she would return to Kairos and find comfort in her adopted sister Messoria. Though while she was traveling there was a shift of the ground beneath her paws and soon snow and branches and rocks began to fly at her from all angles. An avalanche began to erupt around her and it was then that she ran as fast as she could. Thankfully she had come out unscathed but all she wanted was to return home. She braved the swim one last time to Ina'mos and this time she would remain there to live out the rest of her days. STATISTICS FATHER - Unknown MOTHER - Aaka PACK - Kairos RANK - Huntress LOVE - N/A FRIENDS - Messoria, Sabaoth, Tala, Kiva ENEMIES - Titan SIBLINGS - Akela, Kyros CHILDREN - Lichen x Titan - Imre, Eve, Theseus [May 17 2015] GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS - N/A PHOTO GALLERY

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[Odara]

Quinn AGE: 1 year BREED: Arctic x Tundra GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 28 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 110 pounds/58 inches APPEARANCE: silver and white with streaks of black throughout her pelt - sea green eyes. PERSONALITY Quinn started off as a relatively normal female, perhaps a bit more timid then others. The constant abuse from her mother however had hardened her into a different individual altogether. The antics of her father made her realize that she wanted to learn the inner workings of other wolves, and so she did. At the young age of around eight months or so she ventured out on her own to research others of her kind and learn what made them tick on the inside. Because of this she has an impeccable ability of distinguishing how an individual works. She began to want to test her findings on someone which is exactly what she did on her first "mate." When he had killed another individual for her he had gone crazy from the guilt and had asked her to kill him as he couldn't bare committing suicide. Quinn did it out of the name of love, but soon fell to the same issues that Xavier had. The guilt began to drive her crazy, but she began to suppress those feelings. Over time her insane alter ego Haleyquinn began to emerge. It was shortly after she had been accepted into Kairos ranks that she let her insanity shine through. She had caught wind of a brute known as Taranis and felt connected to him given the actions she had observed coming from the male. During her first interaction with Taranis she showed him her blossoming insanity and her obsession towards him. He found this appealing and the two soon began an abusive relationship with one another. However no matter how much Taranis abuses Quinn she still returns to him, feeding off of the relationship. However this relationship only spurs her insanity further- making Harleyquinn more front and center than Quinn. Most times no one knows which part of Quinn they will be talking to - either the timid Quinn or the absolute harsh and insane Harleyquinn. It is always the roll of the dice with this one. HISTORY Quinn is in fact a native to Anikira and had an unusual upbringing as a young pup. Quinn's mother was somewhat harsh, but was a forgiving female. However when it came to Quinn she always called her evil and had a tendency of comparing her to other pups her age- claiming that most of them were better then her because they were "normal". Quinn had a younger brother who always was dependent on others. Where Quinn wanted to branch out and leave her family as young as possible he instead wanted to leech from their parents until he was finally forced from her parent's small pack of two. He eventually sought her out and she in turn cared for him; providing him with food and shelter only for him to take advantage of her by stealing all of her food. It was during this time that Quinn insisted on her brother returning to their parents to live alongside them. Her father had never really been present in her life while she was younger- he was considered a "con-man" and was always out messing with multiple other females, cheating on her mother all of the time so he could take advantage of these strange females and steal whatever they had in their possession that would be useful to him. This is the main reason why Quinn decided to start calculating others, to see how they ticked in their brains in order for her to try and better understand her father. It was before her first birthday that Quinn left her family for the last time after returning her brother to them. Quinn wanted to investigate the inner workings of other wolves and so branched out on her own. Over time and visually watching others Quinn began to realize a theory that being in love was much like being a criminal. This struck curiosity in the female, just how far would someone go for love? At this time Quinn decided to use her current mate as a test subject, pretending that she had murdered and stolen from numerous wolves and relaying these news to him. One night her mate had murdered a strange wolf in cold blood thinking that he was protecting Quinn. He had assumed that it was one of the wolves "chasing her" but he was wrong. Soon he begins to think that he cannot live with the guilt of killing another and wants to die- unfortunately he can't bring himself to suicide so he asks Quinn to kill him instead. And she does, for love, disguising his murder as suicide by shoving his body off a cliff side, making it appear as if he had jumped to his death instead of her killing him herself. Quinn becomes traumatized from these events and begins to believe that her universe is in a constant state of chaos. Quinn begins to suppress her feelings however and this is when her split personality truly emerges, this half of her can be known as Harleyquinn. In the near future Quinn will run into Taranis after being accepted into Kairos ranks by Sabaoth. During this time Quinn will have a blossoming obsession towards Taranis and eventually will reveal her insanity to him. Taranis will find this appealing and they will eventually partake in an abusive relationship with one another. During this time Harleyquinn will make her appearance more so then Quinn, as Harleyquinn is the side of Quinn that is truly obsessive and insane. STATISTICS FATHER - Stelios MOTHER - Penelope PACK - Kairos RANK - Subordinate LOVE - Taranis FRIENDS - Taranis, Sabaoth ENEMIES - N/A SIBLINGS - brother CHILDREN - N/A GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS - N/A PHOTO GALLERY

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[Odara]

Onyx AGE: 1 year BREED: Tundra x Mackenzie Valley GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 39 inches WEIGHT/LENGTH: 165 pounds/59 inches APPEARANCE: mainly black with silver intermingled - orange eyes. 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. STATISTICS FATHER - Sanris MOTHER - Athena ; Adopted mother Datura PACK - Kairos RANK - Centurion LOVE - N/A FRIENDS - Typhon, Pandora, Nimue ENEMIES - N/A SIBLINGS - Willow, Tempest CHILDREN - N/A GRANDCHILDREN - N/A CURRENT THREADS - N/A PHOTO GALLERY

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