✾ Name ✾
Evania
[Name of Greek origin, meaning "peaceful"]

✾ Gender ✾
Female

✾ Age ✾
2 Years, 8 Months

✾ Sexuality ✾
Pansexual - Panromantic

✾ Rank ✾
Healer

✾ Allegiance ✾
Pwerus

✾ Powers ✾
Major: Nature
Minor: Earth

✾ Appearance ✾




Evania is an average-sized wolf. She's around thirty one inches at the shoulder and weighs in at one hundred pounds. She has long legs and a lithe figure, allowing her to move swiftly and gracefully. She might not be the strongest of wolves, but if she hadn't picked the path of a Healer she might have made a fine Hunter. Her pelt is grey in color, with some darker, black patches on her head, back, and tail. Her fur is very thick and fluffy, especially around her neck and belly, which makes her look slightly larger than she actually is; it's also very soft, making her very good for cuddles. She has a narrow muzzle and small, slightly rounded ears which give her an alert, yet gentle expression. Overall, she looks like a friendly, approachable she-wolf.

✾ Personality ✾
If Evania's personality were to be summed up in one word, it would be "quirky". She's very kind, but she's definitely a bit of an eccentric character. She sees everything in a positive light, and is often able to find beauty in places where others see none. She's a free spirit, but at the same time she's surprisingly perceptive. She notices much more than others would expect her to, and although she doesn't show it very often, she's actually very intelligent. However, she doesn't seem to be aware of her own intelligence, and occasionally she says something really wise without even realizing it. Needless to say, Evania is the wolf to come to if you need advice. She's also probably one of the sweetest wolves you'll ever meet. She's willing to be friends with anyone, no matter what others think of them, and she firmly believes that everyone has a good side and that they can change. That being said, she's always willing to give second chances. This immense trust in others may make her seem naive at times, and it unfortunately means that she's easy to use or manipulate. She also hates harming others, and absolutely refuses to use violence unless it is the only option left. This unwillingness to fight may get her landed in trouble sometime. She doesn't care too much about what others think of her, but she truly values those that accept her for exactly who she is, and if you get close to her she'll be your most loyal ally. She cares deeply for her friends and family, and for her, no sacrifice is too big to make if it means her loved ones will be safe.

✾ History ✾
Evania was originally born into a fierce pack of wolves that called themselves the "Ingenuus Pack". She was the result of an affair her mother had had with a lone male, but her mother had kept this covered up from the pack by getting one of her close male friends to pretend that he was the father of the pups. Her mother was very young when she had her litter, and unfortunately this meant that her body wasn't quite ready for it yet, and many of her pups were stillborn. Those that did survive were weak and far too small, and Evania was the only one to survive past the first week. At first the pack thought that she was going to grow up to be far too tiny to be of any use, but she surprised them by catching up to the other pups, and she was soon put into training to become a hunter.

The training didn't go very well, since she kept refusing to kill the animals, and the pack almost considered making her an Omega before the Healer said that he'd mentor her. Healers weren't valued very much in Ingenuus, but it was far better than being an Omega, and Evania actually ended up loving her training. The idea of being able to help others inspired her. When her powers began to develop she was originally very scared, and she told her mother about the strange things she was able to do in hopes that she'd be able to give an explanation. Her mother was shocked to hear that she had powers, but tried to help her control them. She often left camp to go practice her powers by herself, and after a few months she was able to control her Nature powers completely.

Things were looking up for her, and the day that she was meant to be made the official Healer of Ingenuus was approaching. Unfortunately, the male that had pretended to be her father fell in love with another female in the pack, but she would not return the feelings because she insisted that she needed to stay with Evania's mother to take care of the pup. He then revealed to the female that Evania was not actually his pup, and that he had only been covering for her mother. This did not have the effect on the female that he had wanted, and instead she was shocked by the discovery, and she informed the Alpha of the pack. The male was kicked out of the pack for keeping such a big secret, and Evania's mother had been sentenced to death. But Evania couldn't let that happen, and when the Alpha tried to harm her mother, she used her powers to wrap vines around his legs. It didn't hurt him, but it kept him in place long enough for her mother to run away. The pack was afraid of Evania's powers, and didn't want anything to do with her anymore after figuring out that she had them. So they left her out in the forest, hoping that she'd somehow die on her own. Instead, she went off in search of her mother. She never found her, but instead found a male called Torin, who had powers like her, and she quickly decided to join his pack.

✾ Kin ✾
Flo - Mother - Presumed Alive - Whereabouts Unknown
Cesario - "Father" - Presumed Alive - Whereabouts Unknown

✾ Mate/Crush ✾
None
[OPEN! PM ME!]

✾ Theme Song ✾

♪ And just when I think it's over, just when I think I've lost my mind, I'm in a field of clovers, I'm running forward back to life~ ♪

Clovers. by JoJo

✾ Other ✾
Pictures are linked to their sources.

Rana
Gender
Female
Age
2 years, 7 months
Sexuality
Bisexual
Rank
Loner
hoping to be Hunter
Allegiance
To None
later to Pwerus
Powers
Major: Earth, Minor: Nature
Appearance
Pictures above, linked to source.
Top is Summer coat, Second is Winter coat.

Rana is overall a fit but slim and lengthy individual of standard height and weight. She has a thicker, silver coat paired with gentle cream and black markings that define her from others. Her lower half, including her underbelly, legs, and some of her face and sides, are all a silk-like cream that fades upwards into silver and beige undertones. This silver is layered with thin black streaks, defining her shoulders, ears, back, and tail. Rana has a thin face with a dark, black nose and pale, green-hazel eyes.

Personality
Rana can be a highly controversial individual and most tend to find her tendencies irritating and eccentric. At first, depending on her mood and various other seemingly microscopic things, this female can be either shy and quiet or energetic, aloof, and very talkative. She can be incredibly temperamental and often chooses to withhold her emotions from most situations, leading others to call her cold-hearted and indifferent.

However, Rana is a secretive and very intellectual being. She enjoys helping others she believes need it, and can see both sides of a story without prejudice to solve problems. She has an adaptive energy, and will sometimes be claimed “a fake” or “two-faced” because of her ability to shift alliances. This is often due to her inability to be lonely often, but also collides with her occasional need for solitude and time to herself for thinking and the pursuit of knowledge.

Abrupt, timid, and sometimes aggressive, Rana is very determined in her goals and knows exactly what she plans to do- most of the time, that is. Without the correct amount of mental stimulation, she can grow very bored and very quirky. The world is always full of endless possibilities to her, though she likes to believe she has a steady set of morals.

History
Rana wasn’t the only one born into her pack with powers, but she was the one of the only ones who left by choice, one of the only ones who wasn’t found out and chased from her home. Her mother and father were the Beta pair under the Avalak Valley wolves, and her mother’s sister- though she was smart and secretive for a long time- was the first wolf to be discovered as unnatural and nearly killed by her packmates. Exiled and beaten, Rana’s aunt left home, her powers of Ice and Air likely the only thing keeping her alive. Rana, hardly over five months old and discovering her own abilities, watched in terrified silence.

A year later, Rana’s parents gave birth again. She had long learned to control and hide her powers, choosing to go off alone to practice and perform her talents. But this litter… At four months of age, Rana noticed a young male by the name of Lokin starting to behave quite the way she had at the same age, and she knew. Wishing she had had a mentor and someone to tell her about their pack’s beliefs- instead of witnessing the horror herself- she decided she’d help her little brother out. His powers weren’t Earth-based like hers’, so the progress was slower, but neither of them were alone anymore and they could bounce things off of one another, no matter how young Lokin was. He grew fast and learned even faster and Rana came to adore her little brother.

When Lokin turned a year old, he suggested something Rana had been considering all this time but was too hesitant to insist upon. That they leave. The two of them. Rana had considered it but stayed for the sake of any other wolves born the same as them, alone and likely to be found out and killed later in life. It was a terrible life, to be sure… hated unknowingly by your own family. It wasn’t as hard of a decision as it probably should have been.

After two months of traveling- following rumors of a pack of wolves with powers- Rana lost Lokin. They were on a hunt and it was storming. They should have stopped, but the rain was so sudden and they were already so invested in the hunt. And so young and naive. In the tremulous rain, Lokin managed to barrel head-first off of a steep cliff-side. It wasn’t incredibly high, and there was water underneath, but… Rana has tried to look for him but to no avail.

Now she searches for the pack of wolves with powers like hers’, in hopes she might find a home, or possibly even her brother.

Relationships
doesn’t know any Pwerus wolves currently

Kin
Lara - Mother - alive
Einath - Father - alive
Lokin - Brother - unknown

Mate/Crush
n/a

Other
Rana's Theme Song:
Halsey ~ Gasoline
Rana's Voice: emotional and ranging in tone, though often vaguely husky and sometimes sharp
Emma Stone ~ Top 10 Performances

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Valandur
Gender
Male
Age
3 years, 10 months
Sexuality
Bisexual
Rank
Warrior
Allegiance
Pwerus
Powers
Major: Fire, Minor: Air
Appearance
Picture above, linked to source.
Top is Summer coat, Second is Winter coat.

Valandur is a taller and thicker male wolf of an even and muscled stature, his coat thick and of various shades. He can easily be described as multicolor, as his coat starts as cream but easily varies between tan-browns, red-browns, greys, and blacks. His underbelly and muzzle are cream but that quickly fades into grey and then the browns gather over his head, shoulders and back, and his tail. The black shading adds thickness to his ruff and thickens into an almost stripe along his backside and down to the tip of his tail. His nose is a dark grey and his eyes are a golden-yellow.

Personality
Valandur can easily be described as a tactful and practical but very uncompromising being. He’s a very devoted individual, but that can often lead him down the road to unhealthy obsessions. Reliable and willing to stick with a plan until the deed is done and he feels completely satisfied- even if it means repeating said plan over and over again- he doesn’t always see the realistic perspective. However, when he does, he can be a very wise and well-grounded to any situation.

Valandur can also be a very possessive wolf, over both items and those he comes to care for. He can be overprotective and sometimes overbearing, lest he’s told to back off. Once reminded, he can be a very sheepful and tender friend, or lover. He can be very wary of sudden changes and often won’t like them unless he’s suggested them himself- or someone he respects has. It can be a challenge to earn Valandur’s respect and admiration, but it can and has been done. A very loyal and steady friend, he can be unwavering in his friendship and is willing to do most anything for those he loves. He believes in debts to be paid and is grateful for most help he receives.

A free-spirited canine, Valandur has a need to travel most of the time, and can find it hard to be stuck in a small place for too long. He has a desire for unique and rare items, mostly of jewelry likeness, and is known to be both a hoarder and dealer in said items. A very enduring and adaptive individual, Valandur both loves and despises the wolf he’s become.

History
Valandur was born in the far, mountainous regions of the Valkerian pack’s territory. A hierarchical society reigned by a King and Queen, Val shared the title of upcoming-ruler (Prince, and in his sister’s case, Princess), under his parents. Powers were very rarely seen among them, but not unheard of or despised like in many other places. The last known “Super” was a Priestess and Healer for their pack and carried the powers of Water and Nature, which she used to grow special herbs and heal her packmates.

Valandur never understood why he kept his powers a secret from his pack, and he will still never answer the question to this day. He can admit neither relief nor regret for having done so. See, nothing was ever planned well in the Kingdom because tradition reigned and it was thought that it would always reign. Until the knights and guards of the Kingdom staged an uprising and planned to murder the royal family, including each of his siblings, his parents, and himself.

When it happened, secrets came out and the world came toppling down. A few of their knights had powers, and though they were mostly untrained, Valandur found that you couldn’t fight what was mostly fire and water with more, well, fire. Losing his sister was devastating, and Val found himself burning through canines around him with vicious ferocity in order to save his remaining family. Escaping from the back of their caving system- which in all reality was a terrible system, one which Val came to despise with most of his being afterwards- they were ambushed.

Their father pushed the remaining knights back, sacrificing himself, and forced Valandur to take Van and their mother and flee. In the running and somehow meeting some of their fleeing subjects, as well as a pair of rebelling guards, Val and Van lost their mother in the confusion. They looked for her for days, but were forced out of their kingdom by a despised instinct to live and a need to leave the place their family had been murdered in. Val’s powers were accepted with little words, and the two brothers lived together for some while in a terrible, grievous peace.

After a year of little to no spoken words between them, the brothers parted on mutual terms and Val wandered alone for months. He hadn’t heard anything of Torin’s pack when he stumbled across their borders one day and realized just how far he’d come from home. And just how familiar the buzz of energy and power was in the air around him. It took a day or so to find them on good terms and get himself accepted, but he has been an undyingly loyal follower of Torin ever since.

Relationships
Torin - Alpha
respects and admires; has undying loyalty for; sees him as a very level-headed leader with compassion for all who deserve it
Evania - Healer
finds her personality fitting for a healer but disapproves of her unwillingness to harm others and often finds her kindness unnerving
Ceyla - Warrior
tbd
Kilian - Hunter
believes he’s missing a “serious streak”; is sometimes grateful for his jokes and friendly personality; unsure of how to react around him at times
Kalgnak - Hunter
respects that he provides for the pack though Val is often sent into a bad mood around Kalgnak due to the hunter’s grumpy demeanor
Patch - Hunter
finds him at least vaguely intriguing enough to not be annoyed or allured by his charm; often is confused by his demeanor but is also willing to amuse him at times
Turnip - Apprentice
with a softness for younger wolves, Val admires Turnip’s loyalty to her pack and believes/hopes she will grow into a strong female one day

Kin
Nakita - Mother - Unknown
Rorin - Father - Deceased
Valerie - Sister - Deceased
Van - Brother - Alive

Mate/Crush
n/a

Other
Valandur's Theme Song:
Hollywood Undead ~ I'll Be There
Valandur's Voice: low-toned and thick with a gentle and fading Scottish accent
Sam Heughan ~ Quick Questions with...

"Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I won't fall for your lies again."

Name
Iris.

Gender
Female.

Age
3 years old.

Sexuality
Heterosexual | Heteroromantic.

Rank
Hunter.

Allegiance
Pwerus.

Powers
{Major} Air, {Minor} Water.

Appearance
Iris is a she-wolf of average height and weight for her age, her frame a tad petite, yet still quite hardy. Lean muscle makes up her build and her pelt, while still a typical gray-black color, is a tad unusual as are her eyes. It is not the shade that makes her fur a bit different, but rather the way it is marked. The majority of her coat is a cream color with light gray and black tipped hairs along the face, ears, back, shoulders and tail. Her eyes are a striking pale gray, nearly white, with a dark golden brown outline circling around the irises as if they were meant to truly be brown, but the pigments were lost before they could finish changing. Her left ear is split, starting at the tip down to the middle, a rather noticeable tear, and teeth marks mar her muzzle.

Personality
Known for her quick wit and intelligence, yet Iris tends to leave others feeling a bit cold. Her demeanor is icy and abrasive with a sharp tongue and even sharper teeth. She doesn't share her adopted brother Frost's patience and though Iris likes to think herself in complete control of her emotions, the reality is she has a rather fiery temper. Iris has very few friends as a result and even those she holds close find her fairly aloof, even if less sarcastic. One of her biggest flaws is perhaps that she feels she must handle all struggles on her own.

Tragedy tends to overwhelm, and she pushes her loved ones away so she is left to cope alone, never wanting to be viewed as weak or emotional. She is a wolf used to relying on herself and does not trust easily, but perhaps this might change the longer she spends with the pack. She will prove devoted to any wolves who manage to capture her loyalty. Despite her outwardly hostile personality she has a healthy sense of humor and once comfortable with someone may prove a bit more friendly, albeit one should never expect Iris to lose her snark completely.

History
Iris was born far from the land she now calls home, the daughter of a lone she-wolf who’s pack had banished her for reasons she never cared to explain to her only daughter. For a long time it was just the two of them until Chaos disappeared without a trace shortly after Iris' first birthday. She struggled to survive on her own, lost and alone in a very dangerous world. Iris' powers came to her late, and with no guidance caused quite a bit of damage before she gained some control of her. Eventually she met a young male her age who whispered promises of starting a pack all their own together. She fell for his tricks and followed him wherever he went. It wasn’t long before she became heavy with his pups.

Months before the birth, he disappeared just as Chaos had, and Iris was once again alone. She found a secluded area of the forest to give birth, and hours later three healthy pups entered the world. Life became all the more difficult from that point forward as Iris struggled to both feed herself and keep her pups safe from predators. A small family group of coyotes came upon her when she was on her last legs, half starved and barely producing enough milk for her children. Despite wolves and coyotes being natural enemies the dominant female of the unit was moved to help them. After being taken in her health improved and her pups flourished. She was eternally grateful to the little pack and felt she finally found a place to belong despite not being the same species. Yet all good things must come to an end.

When the cold season came and prey grew scarce the pack decided to part ways as coyotes often do. Iris made the decision to remain in the area rather than move her still young pups. Doing her best to provide for them on her own. With no one left to watch them for her she often had to leave them hidden while she hunted. One such day she returned to tragedy, two of her pups snatched from their den, the third injured and traumatized. When asked what had done this Iris was shocked and appalled when her son claimed it was one of their old friends.

She risked leaving her last pup despite his pleas to stay on a rescue mission for his sisters. By the time she tracked down their kidnappers it was too late, and the feeding site was a grisly scene. Flying into a rage, Iris slaughtered the coyote pair who had eaten her pups, buried her beloved daughters remains and returned to her son with a heavy heart. The next morning she took him away from the area completely. Many days were spent travelling before they settled down again. After discovering there were other wolves in the area, she approached their border in the hopes of joining them.

It was here she met Frost, a wolf she would come to view as a sort of older brother or perhaps even a father figure. Iris found the pack unwilling to take in a mother and her pup. Who needed two extra mouths to feed? She prepared to leave rather than cause any further trouble with the pack that might get herself or Arrow to be hurt when Frost caught up with them, promising to help, and help he did. They settled a decent amount of distance from the pack boundaries, but Frost would still come to them every day to help Iris hunt and make certain they were well. When the alpha of Frost's pack discovered what he was up to he was punished, and ultimately decided to flee the pack rather than suffer further abuse, showing up at Iris' den-site bruised and battered.

Iris had assumed Frost was well respected among his packmates for his wisdom and compassion, but he admitted to Iris he was actually the pack omega, and he had helped her because he knew what it was like to feel alone. Iris suggested he come with her and Arrow when they left and the three stayed together for a very long time indeed. It wasn't long after this they discovered the Pwerus wolves and joined them.

Relationships
Frost | Friend/Older Brother Figure | Adoptable
"We may not share blood, but you've been more like kin to me than any wolf I've never known."

Kin
Chaos | Mother
"No good mother would abandon her pup. Either you're dead or have no heart."

Daisy & Marigold | Deceased Daughters
"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you..."

Arrow | Living Son | Adoptable
"Worry not my son, I will protect you always."

Mate/Crush
Erebus | Former Mate
"I mourned you once, but now I'm glad you're gone. I will not be sad if I never see your conniving face again."

No new crush or mate as of the start of the roleplay.

Theme Song
My Skin - Natalie Merchant.

Other
She has a mutation known as ocular albinism, which caused the odd paleness in her eyes. Unfortunately, this also means she doesn't have the sharpest vision, is more sensitive to bright lights than the average wolf and sometimes has a great deal of trouble with depth perception. She relies on her senses of scent and hearing over sight when on duty and manages to do well enough, though she'll never be the most skilled huntress.

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"The ancestors are still with us. Can't you feel them?"

Name
Siku.

Gender
Male.

Age
5 years old.

Sexuality
Asexual | Panromantic.

Rank
None.

Allegiance
Loner.

Powers
{Major} Nature, {Minor} Ice.

Appearance
Siku is a long-legged wolf with a thick, dense ivory colored coat and dark amber eyes. He's a larger male with a willowy build and huge, darkly clawed paws. His long fur tends to make him appear a bit thicker than he actually is, and while not lacking in muscle, Siku is mostly extraordinarily soft fluff. Black hair tips his fur around the neck, across the shoulders, down the back and over his bushy tail, ending in a dark tip and contrasting from his otherwise white pelt. Old scars are scattered over his muzzle giving this wolf a look akin to a seasoned warrior even if he never goes out looking for a fight. Dark lines surround his eyes giving off the appearance of wearing mascara (to humans at least, since wolves obviously don't know what make-up is).

Personality
Siku is an odd sort. Erratic in behavior, often mumbling to himself under his breath about the 'ancestors' and all in all isn't the most sociable canine. If anyone even attempts a conversation with him his responses tend to be short and clipped. Despite not being a shaman of any short he appears quite knowledgeable concerning healing herbs and has claimed he receives visions from wolves of the past. Many are likely under the impression the aging wolf is full of hot air.

Despite his generally off-putting demeanor he is not unkind, often treating other loners if they are injured even at risk to his own well-being. Siku has little to no fear of death to the point of it being unnerving. He is a borderline pacifist, finding bloodshed appalling, but is also aware sometimes fighting is a necessary evil. Most of his life has been spent on his own and he’s grown accustomed to solitude.

History
Siku has always been a loner, never staying in one place for long. His parents were young and inexperienced. They tried their best, but often proved more interested in their other packmates than their own son. As a result he was unintentionally neglected and often left to entertain himself. Siku never quite learned the skills he would need to properly socialize with other wolves and grew up the pack weirdo, always disappearing into the woods for days on end and returning muttering nonsense under his breath. By the time he was a year old his birth pack grew impatient with his strange behavior and sent him away. He's been traveling by himself ever since. Wandering from territory to territory aimlessly and learning the strength and limitations of his abilities mostly alone.

Relationships
TBD.

Kin
Hinto | Deceased Father
"Are you with the ancestors now father? Why can't I hear you?"

Ikkuma | Deceased Mother
"All is well mother, do not weep. You are forgiven your transgressions."

Mate/Crush
No one yet. He's getting older and isn't interested in fathering pups, but a romantic attachment isn't impossible.

Theme Song
Spirits - The Strumbellas.

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All images are linked to their sources.

Name:
Kali
(KAH-LEE)

Gender:
Female

Age:,
3 Years & 6 Months

Sexuality:
Heterosexual| Straight

Rank:
Warrior

Allegiance
Pwerus

Powers:
Major-
Light
Minor-
Air

Appearance:

Source

Light seems to radiate from this female's pelt when she walks, the sleek, rippling hairs forming a beautiful coat on the entirety of her frame. A thick mane starts at the base of her neck and ends while fading gently into her chest. Her body is tall and lean, fraught with healthy brawn that lies beneath her fluffy hide, her frame sturdy and impressive. Large paws lead up to long, elegant legs, the bones stout and strong. She exudes an aura of calm patience, carrying it with her wherever she goes. Her fur is a pale, eye-catching gold, mottled with jet black tips that cause contrast upon her body. A stunning female, Kali's face is well-formed and pretty, with strong features and a long, thin muzzle with a blunt end. Her ears are tall and erect, remaining that way most of the time, unless she is in emotional distress or furious. Piercing ice blue eyes peer out from beneath a broad brow, fringed with dark fur that only intensifies their vivid color. With an athletic build and a firm, seemingly immovable presence, the she-wolf is an impressive sight to behold. Often she can be seen with rays of light dancing beneath her feet, weaving themselves across her body before disappearing. She can control these on a whim, and uses her lesser skill of air to make them fly through the sky above her head. However, the female mostly keeps her talents hidden, not even sure herself just how powerful her powers may be.

Personality:
Temperance is a virtue that Kali does not lack, learning her level of discipline from years of training and mistakes. She is ever calm and collected, with a level head and a strategic mind that she loves to put to use. Despite this, her anger can be explosive, if one becomes unlucky enough to encounter the emotion from her. As her name suggests, the female is well versed in the ways of war, unfazed by the chaos it brings. In fact, some would say that she regards it with a cold distance, unable to fully comprehend just how horrible it is. Because of this, she is a skilled and intimidating fighter, undaunted by any enemy she may come across. Intrepid and bold, Kali can often be found standing up for weaker members of the pack, be it a bully or an enemy, they will see no fear in her eyes. A calm confidence surrounds her wherever she goes, and she is able to draw the attention of everyone without raising her voice, though she rarely uses this to boss anyone around. With a quick wit and a somewhat sharp tongue, more sensitive wolves avoid her, not used to her sense of humor. Serious in nature, the beautiful fae takes her duties to heart, and obeys her alpha's orders without haste. Simply taking care of a duty is not enough for her, she will go above and beyond to prove herself. Unbreakable in her loyalty, she would lay her life on the line with no hesitation should the need arise, all to protect her pack and those she cares for. Kali has a strict set of morals that she refuses to break, and if anything goes against that code, it wouldn't do well to tell her to change them, lest her wrath be tasted. Despite this, the she-wolf is rather lonely, and aches for companionship as well as close friends. Deeming herself socially awkward, she recognizes her flaws and tries her best to fix them, though most of the time she ends up seeming gruff and inhospitable. However, if one can get past all of this, they will find a truly kind female with a courageous, gentle heart that longs for love.

History:
Little can be remembered. The only memories surfacing from her younger years are the scents of warmth and light, and the taste of spring flowing through the air. Grass was soft beneath her feet, tickling her paws as she bounced along the forgotten path. Distant voices echoed at the back of her mind, their tone worried and frantic, but she ignored them, instead venturing deeper into the darkest parts of the forest. Here, the ground was cold and hard, holding none of the happiness that she had known. The trees leered down at her, hollow faces and broken branches devoid of life. Crow song filled the air, any hint of familiarity gone without a trace. Fear was prevalent, filling her body until a shiver of terror left the tips of her fur. Mist rose from her nostrils, dissipating just as quickly as it had come, the shadowy canopy above her head blocking any light that dared try and break through, chilling the atmosphere diligently. She remembered shining eyes peering out from the inky blackness, watching her oh so closely as she roamed the territory, lost and alone. And then... nothing. Her mind was blank. The latest memory she can recall is of waking up in an open field, orbs of light floating around her, the air crisp with the scent of autumn. Ice blue eyes snapped around, only to see a pair of massive paws before her. She scrambled up, coming face to face with a scarred, gigantic brute. His expression was grim, eyes steely and unyielding. The male introduced himself as Bjorn, and proceeded to tell her the tale of how he'd saved her lifeless body from the shadows threatening to consume it. Of course, she was loathe to believe him. Even back then, she'd been a feisty adolescent, and hadn't been afraid to call him out on his crazy story. This had only made Bjorn smirk, though his eyes never wavered from their usual coolness. From then on, Bjorn reared her, teaching her his ways of surviving. As he grew older, he shared all of his secrets, and with an unprecedented patience, taught her how to control the power of light. Air came much slower, arriving just as she turned a year old, and still she cannot wield it easily. When Bjorn passed, Kali went wandering, unable to remain in the place that he had died. It was years before she stumbled across Pwerus, and its alpha was like her, holding an immense and mysterious power. And so she joined their ranks, finding curiosity and comfort amongst those like her.

Relationships:
Torin| Alpha Male| Deep respect

Kin:
None that she can remember

Mate/Crush:
Open! PM me!

Other:
Heroes- Zayde Wolf

"We fear the darkness because we fear the unknown. I suppose you fear the future as well?"
Name
Liana (Lee-on-uh)

Gender
Female

Age

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Rank
Beta Female

Allegiance
Pwerus

Powers
*Major:
*Minor:

Appearance


Personality
Liana, often called Lia by those close to her, is a very cold, emotionless female, she's very sadistic as well, grinning down, watching a deer bleed out. She stays distant, and is a loner by heart. She feels no emotion toward anyone but her pack, and she hates it. That means she would get emotion if they died. Liana does have a soft side, even if it's quite the challenge to find it.

History
(no one was born into this pack, so feel free to be creative ;D)

Relationships
(list relationships with packmates here) (optional)

Kin
(family members)

Mate/Crush

Other

Source
Name:
Aelteth (All-teth)
Gender:
Agender, uses feminine pronouns
Age:
Four years old
Sexuality:
Panromantic, pansexual
Rank:
Beta Female
Allegiance:
Pwerus
Powers:
Ice-major
Air-minor
Appearance:
Aelteth is considered a medium sized wolf with a thinner build than the average wolf. Her coat varies in color from a lighter silver in warmer months to a pure white during the winter, but it is always thick, hiding her musculature. This fae is not powerful physically, lacking in the necessary muscular build, however she is not helpless. Instead, her body lends itself to speed and agility, making her a formidable opponent and an excellent huntress. She is often called lanky, however this is not a bad thing. Her slender build and supple muscles make it easy for her to almost disappear among the trees of the place she calls home.

Aelteth has a rather long muzzle that is accentuated by a dark grey muzzle. Her teeth are kept constantly sharp by the bones she loves to gnaw on, which also help to strengthen her jaw. Her ears have thin, very soft furs on the inside which aid in trapping subtle sounds such as hooves on snow. They are almost perfectly triangular in shape, but complement her long face perfectly. Her eyes are a deep amber in color and seem to never show emotion, a trait she has struggled to master since her birth.
Personality:
Like many others, Aelteth has a myriad of personality traits, some of them contradictory. She is multi-faceted and cannot be described in one word, or even one paragraph. To start, she isn't too fond of strangers. She is not rude, however she is not friendly to those she does not know. Often times, she will not acknowledge those who are new to her, acting as if they do not exist at all. However, she will watch them closely, trying to determine their intentions and whether or not she should allow them to get closer to her. If she deems the newcomer worthy, she will begin to speak to them, usually simply answering questions directly aimed at her. She figures that if that person can tolerate her short responses long enough to actually get to know her, then they must be alright.

However, once she considers someone her friend, Aelteth's demeanor changes drastically. With her friends, she is over-the-top and easily excitable. She still doesn't speak much, but her body language makes it obvious that her opinion of that person has changed. As well as being incredibly friendly, this wolf is also very protective of her friends and relatives. She will not hesitate to throw herself into battle to protect their safety. In such battles, she is nearly unstoppable, her fury driving her through the most painful of her injuries.

When she is alone, Aelteth's personality changes once again. She hates total silence, and will do any number of things to break it, most often chattering softly to herself. She also enjoys playing with her food when she's caught it by herself, tearing into it with her powerful jaws and tossing it over her shoulder. Another of her favorite things to do is to collect lose feathers and fashion them into a pup-sized bed of sorts. She never uses this bed, and has never told anyone why she does this, however she is incredibly possessive of these small beds whenever she has enough feathers to make them.

So, in short, Aelteth loves others, but she doesn't. She hates to be alone, but she doesn't like crowds. She also has a very impressive temper, although it takes a lot for her packmates to see it.
History:
From her birth, Aelteth was "top dog" of her litter. She often forced her littermates to submit to her before allowing them to eat. She even snapped and snarled at her parents, chasing them from their own meals. The adults allowed her rude behavior, at least until her powers began to show. Once they realized just how different she was from the rest of the pack, Aelteth suddenly found herself on the receiving end of her parents' fangs and she quickly became the omega of not only her litter, but the pack.

She lived like this for the first year of her life before it became too much for her. During a hunt one day, the female decided to keep going instead of returning back with the pack. She became hopelessly lost, although she was very capable of hunting just enough prey to keep herself alive for several years. It was during one of these hunting trips that she spotted some Pwerus wolves in the distance and she quickly made her presence known to them. Surprisingly she was greeted with friendly curiosity rather than hostility, and she decided to settle down with them as her pack. Once she became a member of the pack, she blossomed into herself and was made beta a year after joining.
Relationships:
Open
Kin:
She doesn't know where her old pack is. She presumes her parents are dead, and she cares not for the fates of her littermates.
Mate/Crush:
Devaki-crush
Patch-crush
Other:
She is polyamorous!