Post by lost on Mar 26, 2020 20:01:49 GMT
NORTHERN SEA
northern sea is a pack of courageous, selfless, and most of the time, hard-headed wolves. they think with their hearts and tend to follow them; rules are followed up to a point, but if they believe the right thing means breaking the rules, they will. they always fight for the little guy without thinking that perhaps the little guy does not want protected. they are stubborn and sometimes aggravating with their nobility; and yet it's hard to ignore that it's coming from a deep sense of compassion. their territory is made up of three types of land; it begins in the mountains, in the lower ranges, which stretches down in a sparse forest at the bottom. on the other side of the forest, warm, golden sand reaches out to touch bright, ocean blue water with rolling waves. you won't find pride as strong anywhere else than those that reside in northern sea, their ties and bonds running as deep as the ocean.
northern sea is a pack of courageous, selfless, and most of the time, hard-headed wolves. they think with their hearts and tend to follow them; rules are followed up to a point, but if they believe the right thing means breaking the rules, they will. they always fight for the little guy without thinking that perhaps the little guy does not want protected. they are stubborn and sometimes aggravating with their nobility; and yet it's hard to ignore that it's coming from a deep sense of compassion. their territory is made up of three types of land; it begins in the mountains, in the lower ranges, which stretches down in a sparse forest at the bottom. on the other side of the forest, warm, golden sand reaches out to touch bright, ocean blue water with rolling waves. you won't find pride as strong anywhere else than those that reside in northern sea, their ties and bonds running as deep as the ocean.
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alphess ― mac (lost)
beta ― gael (forest)
healer ― clarinda (sassenach)
healer trainee ― none
news ―
mac became the leader of northern sea!
welcome clarinda as our new healer!
alphess ― mac (lost)
beta ― gael (forest)
healer ― clarinda (sassenach)
healer trainee ― none
news ―
mac became the leader of northern sea!
welcome clarinda as our new healer!
M A C
roleplayed by lost
don't be fooled by the slenderness of her frame — lean muscles ripple beneath her soft coat, able to be seen in her graceful movements. her fur is a rustic red, soft and tinted with pale browns. all four paws are white, and her eyes are mischievous-glinting gold. first impressions might leave one thinking that mac is all beauty, but she didn't rise through the ranks at a young age to become alphess just because of her looks. if you look more closely, you'll see that her pelt is littered with scars, though hidden by the soft, thick fur. throughout mac's puphood and apprenticeship, she raised hell like none other. even now, as leader, her responsibilities haven't stopped her from being the wild soul that she is. she has the biggest heart, her compassion not knowing an end. despite many thinking that she was too young to take on the role of an alpha, she has proved time and time again that she was meant to lead her pack. she is often playful, sarcastic, and way too smart for her own good. her energy is boundless and her love ever growing. mac was born in northern sea; her father was the previous alpha, a brute named mourn. though he was not as energetic or selfless as his daughter, he was just as compassionate. he saw who mac was beneath her playful bite, and raised her as his only pup. mac was devastated when her father sacrificed himself to save a mother and her pups, but she honors him every day. mac's bloodline is one that goes back moons upon moons to the legends of the old forest, not that she knows that. many of the names from that time have been lost through the stories. her red fur and golden eyes have been passed down for generations, as well as her ability to see and speak with the dead when they appear; it's something she has always known. wolves outside of northern sea believe that mac is too young and naive to lead a pack, that she hasn't known the devastation it takes to understand what could happen beneath her reign. one loss haunts mac terribly, however; when she was an apprentice, she led her brother to his untimely death, though neither of them knew it. when mac is alone, anxiety plagues her like a flame, burning her fur and seeping into her veins. she is afraid that she will lead her pack to the same fate, falling beneath the claws of a bear like her brother, or to another pack. on the outside, she seems all rainbows and smiles, but within, in the middle of the night, a turbulent sea batters back and forth in her mind and causes her to lose sleep.
( no mate, sister of amaranth, no pups, no trainee )
roleplayed by lost
don't be fooled by the slenderness of her frame — lean muscles ripple beneath her soft coat, able to be seen in her graceful movements. her fur is a rustic red, soft and tinted with pale browns. all four paws are white, and her eyes are mischievous-glinting gold. first impressions might leave one thinking that mac is all beauty, but she didn't rise through the ranks at a young age to become alphess just because of her looks. if you look more closely, you'll see that her pelt is littered with scars, though hidden by the soft, thick fur. throughout mac's puphood and apprenticeship, she raised hell like none other. even now, as leader, her responsibilities haven't stopped her from being the wild soul that she is. she has the biggest heart, her compassion not knowing an end. despite many thinking that she was too young to take on the role of an alpha, she has proved time and time again that she was meant to lead her pack. she is often playful, sarcastic, and way too smart for her own good. her energy is boundless and her love ever growing. mac was born in northern sea; her father was the previous alpha, a brute named mourn. though he was not as energetic or selfless as his daughter, he was just as compassionate. he saw who mac was beneath her playful bite, and raised her as his only pup. mac was devastated when her father sacrificed himself to save a mother and her pups, but she honors him every day. mac's bloodline is one that goes back moons upon moons to the legends of the old forest, not that she knows that. many of the names from that time have been lost through the stories. her red fur and golden eyes have been passed down for generations, as well as her ability to see and speak with the dead when they appear; it's something she has always known. wolves outside of northern sea believe that mac is too young and naive to lead a pack, that she hasn't known the devastation it takes to understand what could happen beneath her reign. one loss haunts mac terribly, however; when she was an apprentice, she led her brother to his untimely death, though neither of them knew it. when mac is alone, anxiety plagues her like a flame, burning her fur and seeping into her veins. she is afraid that she will lead her pack to the same fate, falling beneath the claws of a bear like her brother, or to another pack. on the outside, she seems all rainbows and smiles, but within, in the middle of the night, a turbulent sea batters back and forth in her mind and causes her to lose sleep.
( no mate, sister of amaranth, no pups, no trainee )
G A E L *
roleplayed by forest
Gael is a wolf composed of pure moonlight. Her pelt is a pure silver as if she was dipped in a pool of starlight and basked in the full moon’s rays. Her eyes are a deep emerald, like slumbering forests and full summer leaves. It’s easy to see that Gael is a beauty, it is easy to see her grace. She moves with ease over the land as if she were dancing to music only she could hear, as if she owned it. Gael’s past was tragic. She was the eldest but the runt in a large litter and her parents constantly struggled to keep their children fed. The pack that was there home was mean at best and cruel at worst. Ruled by nobles that decided what to do, who lived and who died. Even with how hard her parents tried to feed the Gael knew she would have starved had it not been for her ice powers. The gift saved her life and the life of her parents. The nobles would have let her family suffer had it not been for her ice powers. Suddenly the nobles were giving them food and it was all her doing. She was separated from her siblings to receive special training from the nobles. Her ice powers were special and so she deserved special treatment. She learned how to control her powers and make important decisions. The nobles had it hard, having to run a pack filled with greedy wolves who would waste resources if the nobles didn’t control them. She was treated with the respect she deserved and was given the resources she deserved. She was wise beyond her years the elders would say, the prettiest and most graceful, the females would whisper. She grew into a wonderful wolf the nobles were proud of. She was given a regiment of peasants to control, her first role as a leader. Gael was put in charge of her siblings regiment and realized her siblings were being treated terribly. The nobles assured them it was because of their bad behavior so Gael let it continue. But then she witnessed a truly brutal beating and decided to step in. She would save her siblings because only she could. She would rescue them from their ill fate. They were related to nobility, they didn’t belong with the rest of the peasants. What happened next haunts Gael to this day. A civil war started. Teller perished in the war. Nara was furious and with her rage and darkness she went on to kill those that Gael loved. Nara became a monster and it broke Gael’s heart to put her down. She was the only one that could do it. The war wasn’t her fault yet Nara wouldn’t listen. How could Nara know what was true or not, she was raised as a peasant. Gael had to kill her sister before her sister killed even more Nobles. Yet Gael couldn’t, Nara was too strong. She fled that day, her pride broken. She believes she was right in her past and present actions and is not afraid to speak her mind. She is loyal to those who deserve it and is filled with light and love. She wants to help others become better and works tirelessly to be the best she can for her pack. She is proud and strong, an exemplary warrior.
** temporary position **
( no mate, sister to nara, no pups, no trainee )
roleplayed by forest
Gael is a wolf composed of pure moonlight. Her pelt is a pure silver as if she was dipped in a pool of starlight and basked in the full moon’s rays. Her eyes are a deep emerald, like slumbering forests and full summer leaves. It’s easy to see that Gael is a beauty, it is easy to see her grace. She moves with ease over the land as if she were dancing to music only she could hear, as if she owned it. Gael’s past was tragic. She was the eldest but the runt in a large litter and her parents constantly struggled to keep their children fed. The pack that was there home was mean at best and cruel at worst. Ruled by nobles that decided what to do, who lived and who died. Even with how hard her parents tried to feed the Gael knew she would have starved had it not been for her ice powers. The gift saved her life and the life of her parents. The nobles would have let her family suffer had it not been for her ice powers. Suddenly the nobles were giving them food and it was all her doing. She was separated from her siblings to receive special training from the nobles. Her ice powers were special and so she deserved special treatment. She learned how to control her powers and make important decisions. The nobles had it hard, having to run a pack filled with greedy wolves who would waste resources if the nobles didn’t control them. She was treated with the respect she deserved and was given the resources she deserved. She was wise beyond her years the elders would say, the prettiest and most graceful, the females would whisper. She grew into a wonderful wolf the nobles were proud of. She was given a regiment of peasants to control, her first role as a leader. Gael was put in charge of her siblings regiment and realized her siblings were being treated terribly. The nobles assured them it was because of their bad behavior so Gael let it continue. But then she witnessed a truly brutal beating and decided to step in. She would save her siblings because only she could. She would rescue them from their ill fate. They were related to nobility, they didn’t belong with the rest of the peasants. What happened next haunts Gael to this day. A civil war started. Teller perished in the war. Nara was furious and with her rage and darkness she went on to kill those that Gael loved. Nara became a monster and it broke Gael’s heart to put her down. She was the only one that could do it. The war wasn’t her fault yet Nara wouldn’t listen. How could Nara know what was true or not, she was raised as a peasant. Gael had to kill her sister before her sister killed even more Nobles. Yet Gael couldn’t, Nara was too strong. She fled that day, her pride broken. She believes she was right in her past and present actions and is not afraid to speak her mind. She is loyal to those who deserve it and is filled with light and love. She wants to help others become better and works tirelessly to be the best she can for her pack. She is proud and strong, an exemplary warrior.
** temporary position **
( no mate, sister to nara, no pups, no trainee )
C L A R I N D A
roleplayed by S A S S E N A C H
Born in a land far away, Clarinda is a very kind and independent she-wolf with remarkable healing abilities. Orphaned as a young pup, she was raised by her father's brother and taught how to use her healing abilities from another healer. She learned the uses of herbs and plants to use in her healing. Clarinda is loyalty to those whom have earned her loyalty, but has no issue turning her back on those who have broken her trust and loyalty. The she-wolf loves fiercely all those whom she comes to consider her family and friends.
( no mate, no family, no pups, no trainee )
roleplayed by S A S S E N A C H
Born in a land far away, Clarinda is a very kind and independent she-wolf with remarkable healing abilities. Orphaned as a young pup, she was raised by her father's brother and taught how to use her healing abilities from another healer. She learned the uses of herbs and plants to use in her healing. Clarinda is loyalty to those whom have earned her loyalty, but has no issue turning her back on those who have broken her trust and loyalty. The she-wolf loves fiercely all those whom she comes to consider her family and friends.
( no mate, no family, no pups, no trainee )
N A M E
roleplayed by user
character's bio goes here
( 0 moons, no family, no mentor )
roleplayed by user
character's bio goes here
( 0 moons, no family, no mentor )
N I A M H
roleplayed by forest
“The wind whispers secrets in it’s own incomprehensible language and it sings through the sky.” Niamh is of the wind, she is free and without roots. She can be light and refreshing or as dangerous as a whirling tornado. She flows through life, dancing through the sky, swirling around obstacles. She can topple the mightiest tree or erode the strongest of rock. Niamh might not be the strongest physically but her mental strength knows no bounds. She adapts quickly and overcomes difficulties. Her laugh is light and filled with love, a beautiful sound that hangs in the air. She laughs often and smiles even more. Niamh has a large heart and a love for life and the world. She lives every moment to the fullest, unafraid of what others think. Niamh is kind and compassionate. She is not afraid to speak her mind or just stop and smell the flowers. She knows life can be hard and cruel yet she does her best to make the world a little less dark, a little less painful. She is a steady shoulder to lean on, a friend in a moment of need. She stands up for herself and others who cannot stand up for themselves. She is a roaring tornado when it comes to defending others. She cannot just sit and watch something terrible happen. She likes to goof off and relax but understands the concept of hard work. Niamh has a fluffy light brown pelt that is littered with scars. Her frame is slender and lithe while her legs are long. Her underbelly is white as well as her legs, the tip of her tail, her cheeks and chin. Darker brown runs from her nose to the base of her tail, peppering her fluffy chest. To her life is a blessing that should be cherished. She is someone you could always count on. Niamh never goes back on her words and lives her life without regrets. She knows how short life can be, how suddenly it can end. She is always there for others no matter what. Niamh will walk through a blazing inferno to help those she loves and those in need. She often tries to avoid violence and is not below sacrificing her pride or herself. Niamh knows the harsh truths of the world, after all the wind has traveled into even the darkest of corners. She works tirelessly to make herself better and the world a better place.
S O N G
roleplayed by fireflight
Crystal blue eyes look up at you, shinning so bright you could drown in them, a lot like the ocean shimmering off the rays of the sun. Song is a slender pure white femme with bright blue eyes. She was born into Northern Sea and loves her pack with everything in her bones...yet something pulls on her heart...she wonders if she'll ever be truly happy. To others, Song is kind, and strong. She's one hell of a fighter and loves to teach and practice her skills. She's a pretty well liked wolf, and she enjoys the company of others, but she doesn't really make deep connections with them. It's something deep in her heart that she just can't shake, a fear of loss.
R U S E
roleplayed by dandelions
Having been originally born into Twisted Bones, Ruse was an immediate outsider, his auburn pelt and white paws, he didn't exactly fit in with his surroundings there. He never did like the constant darkness of Twisted Bones and the somewhat cruel nature of the wolves that live there. At a young age he found himself sneaking out of the Twisted Bones camp to run out to the sun, feeling the warmth on his fur always put a smile on his face. Ruse has been an overly caring wolf even from the beginning, hunting for others before he'd hunt before himself, in some cases during the cold months, he wouldn't eat at all. He's true of heart and found it so sickening how easily it was for wolves in Twisted Bones to lie, steal, and cheat. Ruse would never say he was above those wolves because of what they did, but simply that his morals were different than theirs. Shortly after he was made a trainee, he left Twisted Bones, running and never looking back, and he ran and ran until he found Northern Sea. The water, the sun, the scent of the ocean, birds cheerfully singing, he loved it all. He loved it so much, that he never went back to Twisted Bones, and decided to make his home in Northern Sea, despite knowing the amount of anger he'd get from his parents and friends, he couldn't bring himself to turn back return to Twisted Bones. He couldn't see himself living in darkness forever. Ruse has a heart of pure gold, he'll always help those in need, putting others before himself. Ruse will always stand, and fight for what he believes is truly right.
S A B L E
roleplayed by roses.
"To forgive someone who hurt you is easy but to trust them again is next to impossible."
Growing up in the Northern Sea territory had been wonderful for Sable. The land was beautiful and their pack had been strong. She was raised with a deep sense of pride in who they were, and spent her youth playfully tagging along with her brothers Jett and Graves, pretending to hunt each other and dreaming of being grown up. Her pride grew along with her coat's guard-hairs, soft puppy down shedding out into a black and white coat. Bright green eyes peered out of her mostly white face and though her frame was well-muscled thanks to years of decent nutrition, she possessed a certain grace in her motions. An easy casualness that reflected her confidence in herself and in the Northern Sea pack. Watching Graves' successes deepened this love, and for a few golden seasons, their lives seemed woven into a golden thread of prosperity. Alas, threads unravel with time, and Sable's sense of pride and trust frayed as soon as Graves had been disgraced, and emotionally wounded as he left. She felt a cold rage in her chest, burning with all the unspoken betrayal she felt, not only toward the fallen Alpha Mourn, but at his newly ascended daughter as well. Unable to heal the hole in her heart, she began sneaking off to the surrounding areas, intent of finding him.
E L D O N
roleplayed by roses.
"Temperance is simply a disposition of the mind which binds the passion." [Thomas Aquinas] It had been a rough couple of years, recently, but Eld was glad to see things on the upswing. He cared, deeply, even if he often struggled to articulate those feelings. Northern Sea had been his home all his life, after all, and Eldon possessed a fiercely loyal heart. Pack turmoil had always distressed the quiet brute, and he would disappear into the Northern Sea forest to hunt for hours. And when the previous alpha Mourn heroically sacrificed himself for his pack, Eldon would do a lot of hunting. As a youth, attempting his first fool-hearty jabs at catching mice and squirrels, he had learned some of the birds could be bargained with. Crows and ravens seemed the most savvy, and he began trading scraps of kills to them for information. Some of the more friendly individuals began teaching him to understand their language, and as Eld grew and the seasons turned, the local corvid population proved quite useful to his need to feed the pack. To him, hunting seemed a satisfying way to contribute to his wounded community. It also allowed him a solitary outlet, and after quietly slipping away from the Camp, Eld would run. From his feelings, from the past, from their future. He would run so hard his lungs felt like bursting, and then allow himself to drop to the dirt, panting and winding himself back up. It became a daily ritual as he watched his pack grieve around him. His black-coated body grew muscular and lean, which suited his previously gawky frame, and the strong brow on his handsome face seemed almost etched in a soft furrow, and his dark green gaze grew hardened. In truth, he was afraid for the future of his packmates, and anxious on behalf of their new Alphess. Her inheritance had caused a troubling rift, and although Eld had great respect and adoration for the courage and strength of her father Mourn, he was unsure of what to make of young Mac. Still, Eldon wanted to have faith in the will of his late Alpha, and did his best to make himself useful around the Camp.
A L O R I A
roleplayed by stellardog
A slender, agile reddish coat is the first thing anyone would notice coming into contact with her. She has fearsome green eyes with rugged scars slashing over both of them. She also has an unusual accent that adhered from her group and those who know of the group usually become weary of it. Aloria used to be apart of a group of 'enchanted' wolves that had a mission to purify and recruit anyone with gifts. Those they purified weren't exactly the same anymore and it was at the moment once Aloria was assigned her first 'purification' that she fled. She's been hunted down for moons ever since until a few passed and she noticed nothing. Finding Northern Sea was relieving but she still feared being found any day. Her gift is bestowing gifts/abilities temporarily or jumpstarting latent gifts that are dormant within an individual.
F R E Y A
roleplayed by forest
“You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream like thoughts become a river stream.” Freya was not born in the peaceful forest of Northern Sea, yet she was raised on its shores. Freya was found as a young pup, washed ashore after a mighty storm that tore trees from the ground and drowned the forest with salt water and brine. It was a miracle that the tiny pup had even survived. Upon waking she claimed to have no memory of her past, of where she came from and how the ocean swept her to shore. “Yet may the tide ever change, flowing like time to the path, yours to climb.” She was raised in Northern Sea and given the name 'Freya'. Freya was an energetic pup who loved the sea. She gave many warriors heart attacks when they saw her little form bobbing in the ocean. It was clear from an early age that Freya was the best swimmer in the pack. She could always be found in the ocean or on the shore. She was always energetic and enthusiastic, a ray of sunshine who laughed often and loved easily. “Thou seek the light with an outstretched hand.” Northern Sea might not have been her birthplace but it was her home. She worked hard with passion and enthusiasm, always offering to lend a helping hand even as a trainee. Her heart was made of gold, untarnished by pain or darkness. Freya was always beautiful, her pelt the lightest of pinks and her underbelly and throat a startling white. Her eyes were of a warm sea, the most startling blue. She would weave tropical flowers into her fur and wore a necklace of beautiful shells. Yet she was never vain or prideful as others praised her for her beauty. Freya knew that one’s true worth wasn’t measured by their beauty or their exceptional talents. True beauty and value was found in the heart. “Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love. Come the sun, illuminate the sky, pray that we may quell the dark.” Freya loved to make others laugh, to share her joy and make happy memories. Others could always turn to Freya for a helping hand or an understanding ear. She was so full of life and love, a shining light in the heart of the pack. “You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream.” Freya was a champion of others, standing up for strangers even if they weren’t in her pack. She couldn’t stand to see others suffer, couldn’t live with just watching cruelty and standing idly by. “Thou seek the dark with an unsheathed blade.” She was passionate in her beliefs and wouldn’t let others suffer. She would fight tooth and claw, painting the sands red with her blood, for someone she barely knew. Some said she was naive for looking at the world and seeing light in even the darkest of individuals. Freya didn’t care, she loved with all she was and decided to see the light in the darkest of times. “Yet may the tide ever change, flowing like time to the path, yours to climb.” It was no surprise when Freya fell in love. She was a lover of gentle things, of raging storms, of flowers and winter winds. Graves had captured her heart, and she loved him with every ounce of her soul. Her life was filled with love and light. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, Freya had always looked up to Graves and his siblings. They had all been childhood friends, playing and training together. “Yet may the tide ever change.” Then Mourn died. He died protecting his pack, a noble death, a loss that protected the life of others. “Join in the tale of birthrights and love.” Mac was left without family yet the young wolf knew her father loved her. “Join in the tale, in the blight of conquest and lies” Freya had always been proud of Graves. He was an exemplary beta, serving his pack well. “Come the sun to tarnish in the sky.” Freya saw what happened that day, she saw him stand by and do nothing. Her heart cracked, her soul shattered. Freya pursued the bear on her own, it knew the taste of wolf blood, it would continue to kill her packmates in coming seasons. She fought a hard and bloody battle while ehe very essence of who she was ripping apart. She loved Graves with every part of her yet he did nothing, he watched as Mourn died. Freya almost died that day yet she succeeded in killing the bear. “Vow that we shall tear the light.” She staggered into camp on the edge of life and death. She lost more than her alpha that day, more than her mate. She was pregnant, she was on her way to tell Graves the news when she saw him watch Mourn die. The battle that almost took her life ended her pregnancy. “Dark seize the throne.” Freya was on the verge of death, fighting for her life when Graves left the pack. She would have chased after him, she would have demanded answers, there was so much she would have done, so much she could have done. “Lost in thoughts, all alone.” Freya lost everything that day. She is a shell of what she once was. Ugly scars run down her side and stomach, a reminder of the day she killed the bear, the day her soul shattered into a million pieces. “Descend into the abyss thou see, where the hearts of many wander.” The light is gone from Freya, the overwhelming love and passion stolen from her. She struggles with her emotions every second. Rage and pain consume her, hate eating her heart, guilt breaks her spirit, grief drowning her. She despises Graves but she can’t stop loving him and she hates herself for it. She hates Mac, she hates Mourn. If he hadn’t chosen his daughter over Graves none of this would have ever happened. Yet she respects Mac, knows that none of it was her fault. “May thy chosen path lead way and grace you with virtue.” Freya is torn in half, her heart slowly bleeding out. She doesn’t know what to do, what to think. “Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love, in the tale, in the blight of conquest and lies.”
J E T T
roleplayed by lost
Jett has always been second best, though never once has he felt anger or jealousy over it. A handsome brute, Jett stands taller than many wolves with long legs, though his body is long and lanky. He has lean muscles beneath his stark white pelt, always shining like freshly fallen snow. Two black lines cross his muzzle, and his ears and all four paws are also black. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, always said to hold his feelings, making him unable to hide how he really feels. Jett was born and raised in Northern Sea — brave, strong, and selfless, as he should be. Though he worked hard, he always found himself in the shadow of his brother, Graves. Graves was the favorite of their parents, their sister, Sable, and it seemed, the favorite of the pack. He had everything handed to him, excelled in both hunting and fighting without trying, and proved to be strong. When he was picked to be beta, and the next alpha beneath Mourn, Jett was happy for his brother; being leader was never an ambition that Jett had. There was only ever one thing that Jett found his heart wanted that Graves had, and that was his mate, Freya. Jett remembered the day that he and Graves found her, washed up on the beach. The moment she looked at him, Jett fell fast and hard, but just like all things, Graves got the girl. This may have been the event that caused a rift between the two brothers and their friendship, though Jett never expressed such things. The older they got, the further apart Jett grew from his brother and sister, though he never found himself drifting from Freya. When Northern Sea was thrown into chaos at the sudden and unexpected death of their leader, Mourn, Jett finally saw his brother's true colors, though it was something he had always seen in Graves, but denied. There was a darkness there, and if Jett came second to anything, he was glad it was that he didn't feel such things that must have been in his brother's mind. When his brother abandoned the pack, their family, and Freya, Jett swore that Graves was no longer his brother. He would do anything to protect the wolves of Northern Sea from Graves — he always felt in his heart that his brother would come back for vengeance. Aside from Jett's history with his brother, the brute is amazing in his own ways. He is a charmer, a bit of a goofball, and always working hard to make sure that everyone around him is happy. He definitely has an adventurous side and likes to get himself into trouble at times, but he finds that life happens when he takes risks. That being said, he can be a bit reckless, though he does everything with good intentions. He wakes up every day and tries to make his life worth living, writing his own story with every step he takes into the wild unknown.
roleplayed by forest
“The wind whispers secrets in it’s own incomprehensible language and it sings through the sky.” Niamh is of the wind, she is free and without roots. She can be light and refreshing or as dangerous as a whirling tornado. She flows through life, dancing through the sky, swirling around obstacles. She can topple the mightiest tree or erode the strongest of rock. Niamh might not be the strongest physically but her mental strength knows no bounds. She adapts quickly and overcomes difficulties. Her laugh is light and filled with love, a beautiful sound that hangs in the air. She laughs often and smiles even more. Niamh has a large heart and a love for life and the world. She lives every moment to the fullest, unafraid of what others think. Niamh is kind and compassionate. She is not afraid to speak her mind or just stop and smell the flowers. She knows life can be hard and cruel yet she does her best to make the world a little less dark, a little less painful. She is a steady shoulder to lean on, a friend in a moment of need. She stands up for herself and others who cannot stand up for themselves. She is a roaring tornado when it comes to defending others. She cannot just sit and watch something terrible happen. She likes to goof off and relax but understands the concept of hard work. Niamh has a fluffy light brown pelt that is littered with scars. Her frame is slender and lithe while her legs are long. Her underbelly is white as well as her legs, the tip of her tail, her cheeks and chin. Darker brown runs from her nose to the base of her tail, peppering her fluffy chest. To her life is a blessing that should be cherished. She is someone you could always count on. Niamh never goes back on her words and lives her life without regrets. She knows how short life can be, how suddenly it can end. She is always there for others no matter what. Niamh will walk through a blazing inferno to help those she loves and those in need. She often tries to avoid violence and is not below sacrificing her pride or herself. Niamh knows the harsh truths of the world, after all the wind has traveled into even the darkest of corners. She works tirelessly to make herself better and the world a better place.
S O N G
roleplayed by fireflight
Crystal blue eyes look up at you, shinning so bright you could drown in them, a lot like the ocean shimmering off the rays of the sun. Song is a slender pure white femme with bright blue eyes. She was born into Northern Sea and loves her pack with everything in her bones...yet something pulls on her heart...she wonders if she'll ever be truly happy. To others, Song is kind, and strong. She's one hell of a fighter and loves to teach and practice her skills. She's a pretty well liked wolf, and she enjoys the company of others, but she doesn't really make deep connections with them. It's something deep in her heart that she just can't shake, a fear of loss.
R U S E
roleplayed by dandelions
Having been originally born into Twisted Bones, Ruse was an immediate outsider, his auburn pelt and white paws, he didn't exactly fit in with his surroundings there. He never did like the constant darkness of Twisted Bones and the somewhat cruel nature of the wolves that live there. At a young age he found himself sneaking out of the Twisted Bones camp to run out to the sun, feeling the warmth on his fur always put a smile on his face. Ruse has been an overly caring wolf even from the beginning, hunting for others before he'd hunt before himself, in some cases during the cold months, he wouldn't eat at all. He's true of heart and found it so sickening how easily it was for wolves in Twisted Bones to lie, steal, and cheat. Ruse would never say he was above those wolves because of what they did, but simply that his morals were different than theirs. Shortly after he was made a trainee, he left Twisted Bones, running and never looking back, and he ran and ran until he found Northern Sea. The water, the sun, the scent of the ocean, birds cheerfully singing, he loved it all. He loved it so much, that he never went back to Twisted Bones, and decided to make his home in Northern Sea, despite knowing the amount of anger he'd get from his parents and friends, he couldn't bring himself to turn back return to Twisted Bones. He couldn't see himself living in darkness forever. Ruse has a heart of pure gold, he'll always help those in need, putting others before himself. Ruse will always stand, and fight for what he believes is truly right.
S A B L E
roleplayed by roses.
"To forgive someone who hurt you is easy but to trust them again is next to impossible."
Growing up in the Northern Sea territory had been wonderful for Sable. The land was beautiful and their pack had been strong. She was raised with a deep sense of pride in who they were, and spent her youth playfully tagging along with her brothers Jett and Graves, pretending to hunt each other and dreaming of being grown up. Her pride grew along with her coat's guard-hairs, soft puppy down shedding out into a black and white coat. Bright green eyes peered out of her mostly white face and though her frame was well-muscled thanks to years of decent nutrition, she possessed a certain grace in her motions. An easy casualness that reflected her confidence in herself and in the Northern Sea pack. Watching Graves' successes deepened this love, and for a few golden seasons, their lives seemed woven into a golden thread of prosperity. Alas, threads unravel with time, and Sable's sense of pride and trust frayed as soon as Graves had been disgraced, and emotionally wounded as he left. She felt a cold rage in her chest, burning with all the unspoken betrayal she felt, not only toward the fallen Alpha Mourn, but at his newly ascended daughter as well. Unable to heal the hole in her heart, she began sneaking off to the surrounding areas, intent of finding him.
E L D O N
roleplayed by roses.
"Temperance is simply a disposition of the mind which binds the passion." [Thomas Aquinas] It had been a rough couple of years, recently, but Eld was glad to see things on the upswing. He cared, deeply, even if he often struggled to articulate those feelings. Northern Sea had been his home all his life, after all, and Eldon possessed a fiercely loyal heart. Pack turmoil had always distressed the quiet brute, and he would disappear into the Northern Sea forest to hunt for hours. And when the previous alpha Mourn heroically sacrificed himself for his pack, Eldon would do a lot of hunting. As a youth, attempting his first fool-hearty jabs at catching mice and squirrels, he had learned some of the birds could be bargained with. Crows and ravens seemed the most savvy, and he began trading scraps of kills to them for information. Some of the more friendly individuals began teaching him to understand their language, and as Eld grew and the seasons turned, the local corvid population proved quite useful to his need to feed the pack. To him, hunting seemed a satisfying way to contribute to his wounded community. It also allowed him a solitary outlet, and after quietly slipping away from the Camp, Eld would run. From his feelings, from the past, from their future. He would run so hard his lungs felt like bursting, and then allow himself to drop to the dirt, panting and winding himself back up. It became a daily ritual as he watched his pack grieve around him. His black-coated body grew muscular and lean, which suited his previously gawky frame, and the strong brow on his handsome face seemed almost etched in a soft furrow, and his dark green gaze grew hardened. In truth, he was afraid for the future of his packmates, and anxious on behalf of their new Alphess. Her inheritance had caused a troubling rift, and although Eld had great respect and adoration for the courage and strength of her father Mourn, he was unsure of what to make of young Mac. Still, Eldon wanted to have faith in the will of his late Alpha, and did his best to make himself useful around the Camp.
A L O R I A
roleplayed by stellardog
A slender, agile reddish coat is the first thing anyone would notice coming into contact with her. She has fearsome green eyes with rugged scars slashing over both of them. She also has an unusual accent that adhered from her group and those who know of the group usually become weary of it. Aloria used to be apart of a group of 'enchanted' wolves that had a mission to purify and recruit anyone with gifts. Those they purified weren't exactly the same anymore and it was at the moment once Aloria was assigned her first 'purification' that she fled. She's been hunted down for moons ever since until a few passed and she noticed nothing. Finding Northern Sea was relieving but she still feared being found any day. Her gift is bestowing gifts/abilities temporarily or jumpstarting latent gifts that are dormant within an individual.
F R E Y A
roleplayed by forest
“You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream like thoughts become a river stream.” Freya was not born in the peaceful forest of Northern Sea, yet she was raised on its shores. Freya was found as a young pup, washed ashore after a mighty storm that tore trees from the ground and drowned the forest with salt water and brine. It was a miracle that the tiny pup had even survived. Upon waking she claimed to have no memory of her past, of where she came from and how the ocean swept her to shore. “Yet may the tide ever change, flowing like time to the path, yours to climb.” She was raised in Northern Sea and given the name 'Freya'. Freya was an energetic pup who loved the sea. She gave many warriors heart attacks when they saw her little form bobbing in the ocean. It was clear from an early age that Freya was the best swimmer in the pack. She could always be found in the ocean or on the shore. She was always energetic and enthusiastic, a ray of sunshine who laughed often and loved easily. “Thou seek the light with an outstretched hand.” Northern Sea might not have been her birthplace but it was her home. She worked hard with passion and enthusiasm, always offering to lend a helping hand even as a trainee. Her heart was made of gold, untarnished by pain or darkness. Freya was always beautiful, her pelt the lightest of pinks and her underbelly and throat a startling white. Her eyes were of a warm sea, the most startling blue. She would weave tropical flowers into her fur and wore a necklace of beautiful shells. Yet she was never vain or prideful as others praised her for her beauty. Freya knew that one’s true worth wasn’t measured by their beauty or their exceptional talents. True beauty and value was found in the heart. “Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love. Come the sun, illuminate the sky, pray that we may quell the dark.” Freya loved to make others laugh, to share her joy and make happy memories. Others could always turn to Freya for a helping hand or an understanding ear. She was so full of life and love, a shining light in the heart of the pack. “You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream.” Freya was a champion of others, standing up for strangers even if they weren’t in her pack. She couldn’t stand to see others suffer, couldn’t live with just watching cruelty and standing idly by. “Thou seek the dark with an unsheathed blade.” She was passionate in her beliefs and wouldn’t let others suffer. She would fight tooth and claw, painting the sands red with her blood, for someone she barely knew. Some said she was naive for looking at the world and seeing light in even the darkest of individuals. Freya didn’t care, she loved with all she was and decided to see the light in the darkest of times. “Yet may the tide ever change, flowing like time to the path, yours to climb.” It was no surprise when Freya fell in love. She was a lover of gentle things, of raging storms, of flowers and winter winds. Graves had captured her heart, and she loved him with every ounce of her soul. Her life was filled with love and light. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, Freya had always looked up to Graves and his siblings. They had all been childhood friends, playing and training together. “Yet may the tide ever change.” Then Mourn died. He died protecting his pack, a noble death, a loss that protected the life of others. “Join in the tale of birthrights and love.” Mac was left without family yet the young wolf knew her father loved her. “Join in the tale, in the blight of conquest and lies” Freya had always been proud of Graves. He was an exemplary beta, serving his pack well. “Come the sun to tarnish in the sky.” Freya saw what happened that day, she saw him stand by and do nothing. Her heart cracked, her soul shattered. Freya pursued the bear on her own, it knew the taste of wolf blood, it would continue to kill her packmates in coming seasons. She fought a hard and bloody battle while ehe very essence of who she was ripping apart. She loved Graves with every part of her yet he did nothing, he watched as Mourn died. Freya almost died that day yet she succeeded in killing the bear. “Vow that we shall tear the light.” She staggered into camp on the edge of life and death. She lost more than her alpha that day, more than her mate. She was pregnant, she was on her way to tell Graves the news when she saw him watch Mourn die. The battle that almost took her life ended her pregnancy. “Dark seize the throne.” Freya was on the verge of death, fighting for her life when Graves left the pack. She would have chased after him, she would have demanded answers, there was so much she would have done, so much she could have done. “Lost in thoughts, all alone.” Freya lost everything that day. She is a shell of what she once was. Ugly scars run down her side and stomach, a reminder of the day she killed the bear, the day her soul shattered into a million pieces. “Descend into the abyss thou see, where the hearts of many wander.” The light is gone from Freya, the overwhelming love and passion stolen from her. She struggles with her emotions every second. Rage and pain consume her, hate eating her heart, guilt breaks her spirit, grief drowning her. She despises Graves but she can’t stop loving him and she hates herself for it. She hates Mac, she hates Mourn. If he hadn’t chosen his daughter over Graves none of this would have ever happened. Yet she respects Mac, knows that none of it was her fault. “May thy chosen path lead way and grace you with virtue.” Freya is torn in half, her heart slowly bleeding out. She doesn’t know what to do, what to think. “Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love, in the tale, in the blight of conquest and lies.”
J E T T
roleplayed by lost
Jett has always been second best, though never once has he felt anger or jealousy over it. A handsome brute, Jett stands taller than many wolves with long legs, though his body is long and lanky. He has lean muscles beneath his stark white pelt, always shining like freshly fallen snow. Two black lines cross his muzzle, and his ears and all four paws are also black. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, always said to hold his feelings, making him unable to hide how he really feels. Jett was born and raised in Northern Sea — brave, strong, and selfless, as he should be. Though he worked hard, he always found himself in the shadow of his brother, Graves. Graves was the favorite of their parents, their sister, Sable, and it seemed, the favorite of the pack. He had everything handed to him, excelled in both hunting and fighting without trying, and proved to be strong. When he was picked to be beta, and the next alpha beneath Mourn, Jett was happy for his brother; being leader was never an ambition that Jett had. There was only ever one thing that Jett found his heart wanted that Graves had, and that was his mate, Freya. Jett remembered the day that he and Graves found her, washed up on the beach. The moment she looked at him, Jett fell fast and hard, but just like all things, Graves got the girl. This may have been the event that caused a rift between the two brothers and their friendship, though Jett never expressed such things. The older they got, the further apart Jett grew from his brother and sister, though he never found himself drifting from Freya. When Northern Sea was thrown into chaos at the sudden and unexpected death of their leader, Mourn, Jett finally saw his brother's true colors, though it was something he had always seen in Graves, but denied. There was a darkness there, and if Jett came second to anything, he was glad it was that he didn't feel such things that must have been in his brother's mind. When his brother abandoned the pack, their family, and Freya, Jett swore that Graves was no longer his brother. He would do anything to protect the wolves of Northern Sea from Graves — he always felt in his heart that his brother would come back for vengeance. Aside from Jett's history with his brother, the brute is amazing in his own ways. He is a charmer, a bit of a goofball, and always working hard to make sure that everyone around him is happy. He definitely has an adventurous side and likes to get himself into trouble at times, but he finds that life happens when he takes risks. That being said, he can be a bit reckless, though he does everything with good intentions. He wakes up every day and tries to make his life worth living, writing his own story with every step he takes into the wild unknown.
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A C A C I A
roleplayed by elle
“I am my own protector.” Something a young pup should never have to consider. Acacia’s fur dawns beautiful patches of light browns, creams, and whites. Her paws keeping a solid white, while her eyes shine a brilliant buttercup yellow. Though her appearance may come across as sweet and lustrous, that is far from the truth. Acacia had only been a young pup when her mother had been taken from her in the middle of the night, the feeling of the cold rushing past her coat still haunts her to this day, as she can still hear the draining sound of her mothers howl right outside the territories edge. Since then, acacia promised that she would never leave herself unguarded. Every day she told herself that she needed to become even stronger for herself and for her mother. Acacia is independent in her own right, feeling that she is strong enough and capable of taking care of her own safety and well-being, and she retained the kindness her mother had that stuck with her today. However, her loyalty and kindness can shift into stubbornness that isn’t easily broken, especially by those who seek to undermined her as an individual. ( ten moons )
A C A C I A
roleplayed by elle
“I am my own protector.” Something a young pup should never have to consider. Acacia’s fur dawns beautiful patches of light browns, creams, and whites. Her paws keeping a solid white, while her eyes shine a brilliant buttercup yellow. Though her appearance may come across as sweet and lustrous, that is far from the truth. Acacia had only been a young pup when her mother had been taken from her in the middle of the night, the feeling of the cold rushing past her coat still haunts her to this day, as she can still hear the draining sound of her mothers howl right outside the territories edge. Since then, acacia promised that she would never leave herself unguarded. Every day she told herself that she needed to become even stronger for herself and for her mother. Acacia is independent in her own right, feeling that she is strong enough and capable of taking care of her own safety and well-being, and she retained the kindness her mother had that stuck with her today. However, her loyalty and kindness can shift into stubbornness that isn’t easily broken, especially by those who seek to undermined her as an individual. ( ten moons )
A R I Y A
roleplayed by fireflight
"They told me it's useless, there's no hope in store.... somehow i just want you more." A beautiful sight, with browns and blacks covering her pelt, Ariya is a very kind wolf who sought refuge in Northern Sea when she became pregnant with pups. Her soft, calming voice and kind words cause others to trust and welcome her. She's truly a kind soul who's undergone a terrible tragedy. Not long after she joined the pack, a horrible nightmare occurred that not only put scars on her face but also in the hearts of all the wolves of Northern Sea. Not long after the incident, Ariya lost her sight, and gave birth to her pups. She'll never know what they look like, and that has damaged her heart. The pack has never blamed her or wished her or her pups any harm, and now Ariya knows her and her pups only chance in survival is with the pack that has suffered so much for her. This has made Ariya fiercely loyal to her new home and the wolves within it. She is still learning how to cope with the loss of her sight, and spends most of her time in camp with her pups. She hopes one day she can repay this pack for everything they have done for her and her pups.
( mated to unknown, mother of hawthorne, hemlock, rowan, and briar )
roleplayed by fireflight
"They told me it's useless, there's no hope in store.... somehow i just want you more." A beautiful sight, with browns and blacks covering her pelt, Ariya is a very kind wolf who sought refuge in Northern Sea when she became pregnant with pups. Her soft, calming voice and kind words cause others to trust and welcome her. She's truly a kind soul who's undergone a terrible tragedy. Not long after she joined the pack, a horrible nightmare occurred that not only put scars on her face but also in the hearts of all the wolves of Northern Sea. Not long after the incident, Ariya lost her sight, and gave birth to her pups. She'll never know what they look like, and that has damaged her heart. The pack has never blamed her or wished her or her pups any harm, and now Ariya knows her and her pups only chance in survival is with the pack that has suffered so much for her. This has made Ariya fiercely loyal to her new home and the wolves within it. She is still learning how to cope with the loss of her sight, and spends most of her time in camp with her pups. She hopes one day she can repay this pack for everything they have done for her and her pups.
( mated to unknown, mother of hawthorne, hemlock, rowan, and briar )
B R I A R
roleplayed by kenaiwolf
Briar was born to a mother that will never know the beautiful black and brown swirls that cover her pelt and legs and the bright firey red color that burns in her eyes. She mourns her mother's sight and made a vow to stay with her and be her eyes as much as she can. She has a vauge idea of what happened before her birth and tries to help her mother cope in anyway she can. Her main knowledge is that the pack could have turned her mother away but they didn't. And for that, Briar plans on becoming a wolf that can protect her home and her family. Her loyalty burns hot and she tries to prove everyday that she fits in with the other wolves and deserves to be there. ( five moons )
H A W T H O R N E
roleplayed by lost
“Being brave isn’t the absence of fear. Being brave is having that fear but finding a way through it anyway.” Hawthorne has always been known as the skittish one, the one that jumps at the slightest sounds, the one that would tuck his head in his mother’s side during scary stories as a pup. Somehow, this fraidy-wolf is always the one that gets sucked into adventures into the dangerous unknown. He can’t decide if it’s his own curiosity or just bad luck. He gets hurt more often than not, and has started to just get used to the pain. Hawthorne is medium in size, thick but not muscular nor fat. Wide shoulders and clumsy paws. His pelt is a rich, chocolate brown with light accents around his muzzle, stomach, and ears. His eyes are wide and curious, a deep, warm brown that tend to showcase his emotions despite his best attempts to hide them. Despite that fact that Hawthorne is a bit of a coward, he is brave and courageous where it counts. When it comes to protecting those he loves, he will fight what holds him back to conquer even his greatest fears. He tries to live up to the wolf that saved his life, as well as his siblings and his mother. Mourn. The previous alpha of Northern Sea, who died killing a bear that attacked his mother while she was pregnant. When he afraid, this is what he thinks of, and it fills him with the will to keep going, to keep fighting, no matter the outcome. The older he gets, the fears don’t leave him, but he finds ways to make himself be brave. For himself, and for his pack. Aside from his noteworthy cowardice, Hawthorne is also known for being goofy, curious, and smart beyond his years. ( five moons )
M A L L E U S
roleplayed by fawn
“You can’t kill the spirit of the lionhearted” A wolf with a heart as golden as his liquid honey eyes. You will find no one as loyal and kind as Malleus. A believer in all things good and a protector for those who cannot protect themselves. With long limbs and a lengthy silken ashy grey fur Malleus is quite the eye catcher. With a darker patch of dark grey fur that cloaks his back and a creamy underbelly. The silver brute has a way of making others feel welcomed and accepted when they talk with him. His voice a calm and soothing sound that draws others in. With a warm smile and kind eyes it's hard to be mad at the brute. Malleus has the personalty of a firecracker. The slow warm burning of his gentle persona, and then in the blink of an eye he's bouncing of the walls. The silver brute lives for the thrill of the moment and the rush of adrenaline at the unknown. He's quick on his paws and can be rather quick to make friends. With his warm, bubbly, energetic, and carefree attitude others seem to be drawn to him. Malleus is the type of wolf to dive headfirst into a poorly laid out plan, but will always own up to his actions. Never one to run from his problems he chooses to face them head on. The brute loves to laugh and his oddly squeaky and stutter-y laugh could be heard clear across a forest and is uniquely his own. ( six moons )
H E M L O C K
roleplayed by fawn
"As time passes I believe there are many things that we will forget, everyone will become a silhouette." Jagged pitch black fur covers the brutes thick and bulky frame. With slashes of pale ochre fur clustered around his neck, elbows and flanks. The brutes eyes are a pale snow white that seemed to be always narrowed. Hemlock was the first born of his litter-mates. Hemlock was born in Northern Sea but shortly before his birth his mother had been attacked by a large bear and the then alpha had saved her but at the cost of his own life. The large brute holds firm beliefs and values. Trust and loyalty go above everything else. If you are a pack-mate Hemlock will to anything to protect you. The brute is rather distrustful to those he is unfamiliar with. When he speaks his voice carries a low timber and he doesn't dance around pleasantries. He says things how they are and how he sees them. Hemlock is very protective over his family taking it upon himself to ensure that they stay out of trouble and that they don't stray to far. Hemlock is fast learner and quick on his paws despite his large build. While he is far from the fastest within the pack he does hold his own. He truly excels in combat his bulky mass giving him power and his thick black fur giving him protection. His family consists of Briar, Hawthorne, Rowan, and Ariya. ( five moons )
roleplayed by kenaiwolf
Briar was born to a mother that will never know the beautiful black and brown swirls that cover her pelt and legs and the bright firey red color that burns in her eyes. She mourns her mother's sight and made a vow to stay with her and be her eyes as much as she can. She has a vauge idea of what happened before her birth and tries to help her mother cope in anyway she can. Her main knowledge is that the pack could have turned her mother away but they didn't. And for that, Briar plans on becoming a wolf that can protect her home and her family. Her loyalty burns hot and she tries to prove everyday that she fits in with the other wolves and deserves to be there. ( five moons )
H A W T H O R N E
roleplayed by lost
“Being brave isn’t the absence of fear. Being brave is having that fear but finding a way through it anyway.” Hawthorne has always been known as the skittish one, the one that jumps at the slightest sounds, the one that would tuck his head in his mother’s side during scary stories as a pup. Somehow, this fraidy-wolf is always the one that gets sucked into adventures into the dangerous unknown. He can’t decide if it’s his own curiosity or just bad luck. He gets hurt more often than not, and has started to just get used to the pain. Hawthorne is medium in size, thick but not muscular nor fat. Wide shoulders and clumsy paws. His pelt is a rich, chocolate brown with light accents around his muzzle, stomach, and ears. His eyes are wide and curious, a deep, warm brown that tend to showcase his emotions despite his best attempts to hide them. Despite that fact that Hawthorne is a bit of a coward, he is brave and courageous where it counts. When it comes to protecting those he loves, he will fight what holds him back to conquer even his greatest fears. He tries to live up to the wolf that saved his life, as well as his siblings and his mother. Mourn. The previous alpha of Northern Sea, who died killing a bear that attacked his mother while she was pregnant. When he afraid, this is what he thinks of, and it fills him with the will to keep going, to keep fighting, no matter the outcome. The older he gets, the fears don’t leave him, but he finds ways to make himself be brave. For himself, and for his pack. Aside from his noteworthy cowardice, Hawthorne is also known for being goofy, curious, and smart beyond his years. ( five moons )
M A L L E U S
roleplayed by fawn
“You can’t kill the spirit of the lionhearted” A wolf with a heart as golden as his liquid honey eyes. You will find no one as loyal and kind as Malleus. A believer in all things good and a protector for those who cannot protect themselves. With long limbs and a lengthy silken ashy grey fur Malleus is quite the eye catcher. With a darker patch of dark grey fur that cloaks his back and a creamy underbelly. The silver brute has a way of making others feel welcomed and accepted when they talk with him. His voice a calm and soothing sound that draws others in. With a warm smile and kind eyes it's hard to be mad at the brute. Malleus has the personalty of a firecracker. The slow warm burning of his gentle persona, and then in the blink of an eye he's bouncing of the walls. The silver brute lives for the thrill of the moment and the rush of adrenaline at the unknown. He's quick on his paws and can be rather quick to make friends. With his warm, bubbly, energetic, and carefree attitude others seem to be drawn to him. Malleus is the type of wolf to dive headfirst into a poorly laid out plan, but will always own up to his actions. Never one to run from his problems he chooses to face them head on. The brute loves to laugh and his oddly squeaky and stutter-y laugh could be heard clear across a forest and is uniquely his own. ( six moons )
H E M L O C K
roleplayed by fawn
"As time passes I believe there are many things that we will forget, everyone will become a silhouette." Jagged pitch black fur covers the brutes thick and bulky frame. With slashes of pale ochre fur clustered around his neck, elbows and flanks. The brutes eyes are a pale snow white that seemed to be always narrowed. Hemlock was the first born of his litter-mates. Hemlock was born in Northern Sea but shortly before his birth his mother had been attacked by a large bear and the then alpha had saved her but at the cost of his own life. The large brute holds firm beliefs and values. Trust and loyalty go above everything else. If you are a pack-mate Hemlock will to anything to protect you. The brute is rather distrustful to those he is unfamiliar with. When he speaks his voice carries a low timber and he doesn't dance around pleasantries. He says things how they are and how he sees them. Hemlock is very protective over his family taking it upon himself to ensure that they stay out of trouble and that they don't stray to far. Hemlock is fast learner and quick on his paws despite his large build. While he is far from the fastest within the pack he does hold his own. He truly excels in combat his bulky mass giving him power and his thick black fur giving him protection. His family consists of Briar, Hawthorne, Rowan, and Ariya. ( five moons )
N A M E
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