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AMARA

K this is just the beginning to what your eyes will see take a closer loo

Name: Amara Age: 2 Gender: Female Species: Arctic Wolf Height: 29 inches Eyes: Sea foam blue Weight: 145 pounds Length: 61 inches Scars: None Coat: Pure white Markings: two brown spots above her eyes

C atch a peek at what your heart should hear. the silence its never ending. oh what do you fear?

Mental: 80% (Unstable with a small case of bipolarity) Physical: 100%

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.

! you only thought you'd heard my story well baby there's more to hear

Arrival Age: 2 years Pack: Valyn Rank: Subordinate

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 committed. 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.

F amilial ties they suffocate the soul.

Father: --- Mother: --- Brothers: Deimos Sisters: -

Mate: ---Offspring: ---

Extra Relations:

• @athena (acquaintance)
  @breeze (acquaintance)
  Valeria (acquaintance)

Active Threads:

• •Come one come All ( athena + breeze )
• ·Misery ( sebastian )
• · Business Matters ( Valeria )

Past Threads:

• None yet

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LICHEN

K this is just the beginning to what your eyes will see take a closer loo

Name: Lichen Age: 3 Gender: Female Species: Arctic Wolf Height: 26 inches Eyes: Emerald green Weight: 130 pounds Length: 55 inches Scars: None Coat: Pure white Markings: None

C atch a peek at what your heart should hear. the silence its never ending. oh what do you fear?

Mental: 100% (Sane) Physical: 100%

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 grass like water. They glisten an endless void of emerald green 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.

! you only thought you'd heard my story well baby there's more to hear

Arrival Age: 3 years Pack: Kairos Rank: Hunter

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.

F amilial ties they suffocate the soul.

Father: Unknown Mother: Aaka Brothers: Kronos Sisters: Akela and MarliMate: ---
Offspring: ---

Extra Relations:

• Tsze (best friend from the Avalicks)
  @summit (friend)
  Titan (friend)
  @zenith (acquaintance)
  Kiva (acquaintance)
  Messoria (friend)
  Tala (acquaintance)
  @kayi (acquaintance)

Active Threads:

• •The Hunting Party ( kiva + messoria + tala + kayi )
  •Talk a big Game ( jedidiah )

Past Threads:

• •Fading Light ( summit )
  •Young and Reckless ( goliath )
  •Propane Nightmares ( titan )

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OLIVE

K this is just the beginning to what your eyes will see take a closer loo

Name: Olive Age: 3 Gender: Female Species: Mexican Wolf Height: 26 inches Eyes: Mocha Weight: 75 pounds Length: 45 inches Scars: Multiple small scars across her body that are hidden beneath her fur Coat: Dark grey, black, and tan with some white and brown around her muzzle though she has mostly black patches Markings: White and brown on her muzzle and black patches

C atch a peek at what your heart should hear. the silence its never ending. oh what do you fear?

Mental: 40% (Unstable) Physical: 100%

Personality: Olive can be considered one word and one word only, bi-polar. This was a disease that she unfortunately inherited from her father. Her moods can be very unpredictable at best. One minute she can be the sweetest female, the next she's ready to rip your eyes out. It is often that she doesn't realize she is doing this, which results in her confusion after her fits of rage. She is timid most of the time, afraid of when her horrid fits will hit. She is wary of others, worried of what she will do to them. She yearns to have close relationships with other wolves but is afraid of hurting them. She is intrigued by others, and often imagines what it would be like to live in an actual pack. But because she is so unstable she often distances herself from others. Sometimes she comes off as quite aloof and uncaring towards others and their emotions, but deep down she is extremely calculating. Olive pays very close attention to detail and hardly anything goes by her unnoticed. She also has a very loving nature, but this is often lost beneath her temper. She has a short fuse the majority of the time and even the smallest things may set her off. She does not accept any form of disrespect and this will often cause her to fly off the handle on most occasions. Olive has a barbed tongue as well, she can be quite sarcastic and blunt. But locked beneath these unattractive characteristics is a wolf that yearns to be loved and accepted.

! you only thought you'd heard my story well baby there's more to hear

Arrival Age: 3 years Pack: None Rank: None

History: Unstable is one word that can describe Olive. Growing up she was always one of the stranger wolves; most would say not quite there in the head. This wasn't her fault of course, she had inherited her disorder from her father. Damon was her father's name, a rather large Mexican wolf with a horrid temper. Her mother, Lana, was a rather docile female. When her father had claimed her mother Lana didn't have a chance against fighting him with her body weighing barely sixty pounds soaking wet. It was while she was pregnant with her first litter by Damon that his personality changed. He was previously sweet and compassionate but turned into a horrid creature. His whole persona would change and he would often lash out at her even despite the pregnancy. Living on the plains of Africa meant food was always available, and although Lana was completely healthy she still suffered from the abuse from Damon. Lana finally managed to give birth in the beginning of September with Damon not too far away. She managed to have four pups, though one was a still born. This set Damon into a rage and instead of protecting her newborns she bellied over immediately to him. He lashed out, managing to kill the other two pups before Lana finally broke free from her trance. She fought back, if only to protect her final pup that was left. This pup was Olive.

Olive was a beautiful little thing and Lana protected her fiercely. It was while Olive was growing that Lana began to notice a side of her that she could only recognize as what Damon carried. Lana knew not what to call it but simply knew that she would suffer from the same disease that her father did. Lana did not allow Olive to have a close relationship with her father which resulted in her being bitter toward males. As she matured she began to become more aggressive, and less bubbly and care free like she was when she was a pup. Her mother grew concerned seeing the anger churning inside her daughter, and decided to take action. She ordered Olive to leave and where confusion first set in, pure rage took it's place. There was a fight of course, and Olive having taken after her father was quite a bit bigger then her mother. It was while she was on top of her, her jaws wrapped around her throat squeezing the life from her, that she realized the monster she had become. Immediately Olive jumped off of her mother, and with wide eyes and her tail tucked between her legs she ran. She did not understand her illness, and she never would. All she knew was that there was a type of evil deep within her that she couldn't succumb to. So instead of settling down she avoided others, being sure to keep to herself. It wasn't long when she came upon Anikira, considering her home pack lived not far from there. Instead of moving on when coming upon the lands Olive stayed. She was attracted to the terrain, but most importantly the fables of the land lured her in. There were packs that spoke of power, others that spoke of compassion. It was there that Olive knew she would find herself.

F amilial ties they suffocate the soul.

Father: Damon Mother: Lana Brothers: None Sisters: None

Mate: ---
Offspring: ---

Extra Relations:

• @xion (mentor/friend)
  Rain (acquaintance)