[Eastern Timber Wolf] Sorin

[Sorin]

OOC
Name: Uru
Years RPing: A WHOLE DECADE.
Other: Character #7 (NO SELF CONTROL)
How You Found Us: I made the board.

General
Name: Sorin
Birthday: March 1, 2015
Gender: Male
Species: Eastern Timber Wolf

Physical
Height: 32 inches
Length: 45 inches
Weight: 100 lbs
Coat Color: Predominantly red with white, brown, and black facial ticks
Eye Color: Grey
Health Issues: None
Other Information: N/A

Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:

The only living son of a dying breed, Sorin was born to a discreet pack that wandered through central Anikira. The alpha, Adimier, led with an iron fist alongside his sons. The pack was ruthless and cold, with no females to be seen apart from the yearly prisoner taken by Adimier. The poor, unsuspecting female was force-bred, then dragged alongside the pack until she gave birth to a litter. And with each litter, the pruning began. Each older male was assigned a female pup from the litter, if any. They were to watch over the young female, raising her until she was old enough to fight. The daughters of the alphas were brought up as gladiators, pit against each other at their first birthdays in a free-for-all to decide who would live and who would die. Only the survivor of the vicious event was granted her freedom, and she would be turned out into the world to fend for herself. The male whose female succeeded would be designated as Adimier's second-in-command for the duration of the year, until the next year's death match.



But the males were treasures in the eyes of their father. Each son was raised under his father's direct supervision. They were instructed in combat and trained in specifics that suited their personality. Sorin, along with his brother Avery, were the lucky consequence of a litter that contained no females. In years like this, the males were given special attention and raised with such strict regiments that there was no choice but for them to excel or die. Unlike the far more outgoing Avery, Sorin often found himself lost in the musings of his mind. He was far less likely to fight with words, and instead found a love of subtlety and mischief. He was deadly in his own right, for no one could see him coming. His gentle eyes hid the true nature behind them; Sorin was a born killer.



As Sorin and Avery grew into maturity, there was a growing dissension between the brothers. Though Avery was his litter mate, the band also consisted of several of the male's half-brothers. Most notable was Vorlos, the product of Adimier's first litter. The male had consistently reigned at his father's side, taking whatever he wanted and never losing. He always had his pick of the female pups, and the rumors of his indiscretions with his half-sisters were not rumors at all. Vorlos had a habit of abusing his power and control over the younger generations of the pack as his ego spiraled endlessly. Where Avery idolized his half brother, Sorin was disgusted with the inbreeding of the family. There were often arguments between Vorlos and Adimier as the alpha grew older. Within a matter of months, the pack was divided into two factions: those who stood behind Adimier, and those who would see Vorlos succeed him before the male was ready to relinquish control. In a home of nothing but males, the fight was bloody and tedious. Sorin aligned himself behind his father, while Avery stood beside Vorlos.



Though the fight was long and spanned over many days, a victor finally rose from the fray, but the cost was far too great. Those who stood by Adimier were unceremoniously cast out from the ranks. Vorlos succeeded in dominating his father and overthrowing the pack hierarchy, but the cost was more than he was prepared to pay. The pack fell ill, many contracting severe infections from their wounds that were left untreated. One by one, the males succumbed to darkness. As Sorin lurked in darkness on the outskirts of his former family, he could not help but believe that karma had caught up with the band. He might have been a killer, but he had honor and loyalty bred into him. So the male turned his back on the the dying alpha of his birth pack, leaving Vorlos to rot as he head out in search of a new master to serve.

Personality: Though raised as a killer, there is a sense of honor within Sorin that controls his actions. He is capable of determining right and wrong, and he is more commonly noted for his loyalty than he is for his deadly training. He is a product of a horrendous situation, and yet he somehow managed to walk away with minimal emotional scarring. Unlike his older brothers before him, Sorin holds no resentment toward females and instead finds them quite intriguing, as the band never had females unless they were callous side femmes for the band to enjoy. It is because of his unconventional upbringing that Sorin searches for a more traditional lifestyle. He wants stability, but he also wants to belong and be useful. The male is not the most soft-hearted of males, as he was raised to mask his emotions and taught that silence speaks louder than words. He is a level-headed and analytical individual, but that should never be mistaken as vulnerability. Sorin is loyal to a fault, and he would sooner lay down his life for his leader than misplace his trust in another. He is a dedicated follower; bred into a life of submission and servitude.


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