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Alright, if you ever want me, I am just a pm aways. (Insert sad turn away) |
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Oh, I didn't realize Iotas were adult wolves. sorry!
los campesinos! said:
if dew is 1 years old she has to be a juvenile
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I tried one last time, please. |
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Name: Jeremiah Age: Nine Years Gender: Male | He/Him Sexuality: Demisexual Current Role: Alpha Role Aspiration: Completely Satisfied Pack: Süd Appearence: (ref coming in the distant future... maybe...) Jeremiah is everything an alpha should be. Above average in height, with a long, glossy coat of rich browns and deep blacks frosted with white, a piercing half gold, half silver glare, and a body kept in peak health, Jeremiah is what every wolf often aspires to be. The fur on his ruff and along the back of his spine almost resembles that of a bristling boar, always wild and standing on end and making him appear even more intimidating than before. His paws are large, but not disproportionately so - the alpha of Süd is almost three feet tall at the shoulders. It goes without saying that Jeremiah definitely looks as divine as they make him sound. Jeremiah's posture is usually alert, but not cautious. His ears are always pricked forwards, his eyes are always heavy-lidded (as, really, there isn't anything particularly rivetting to look at), his tail is always raised, and his head is always, always high. He would never allow himself to be caught slouching. Usually, Jeremiah walks at a leisurely gait, not particularly bothered by anything and in no rush to be anywhere. Personality: Megalomaniac | Patient | Calculating | Envious | Deceiving | Protective + Possessive | Demeaning
Jeremiah takes his rank very seriously. So seriously that it's gone straight to his head, and he genuinely believes himself to be better than every wolf who ever lived - even the alphas from before him! He thinks he's fairly special, he's just not like the other wolves who he's following the paw prints of, and it's not only because his prints are just too damn big to fit. However, just because he's superior, doesn't mean he's too good to talk to his subjects - though he does prefer to keep interactions with anyone outside his clique to a minimum. At least he's more talkative then some previous alphas and puts in some effort to his small talk? Not enough to avoid the occassional urge to excersize power and be offensive for the sake of, well, being offensive. He often drops in a few back-handed compliments into conversations, but he does it with such a convincing smile that some wolves don't realize he was being condenscending until a few hours later. He wants to hold his pack to high standards, but he doesn't go through much trouble to make them feel like they've achieved the status of worthy of respect in his eyes. Kind of negates the purpose of being more socialable than previous alphas before him, but... Jeremiah chooses to not acknowledge this. He also chooses not to acknowledge how this may hurt morale. It's not like he does it often, he thinks... he usually targets members who he thinks are "under performing". As long as a wolf does their job, and does it efficiently, he usually won't have anything to say. Despite his very brutish appearance, Jeremiah rarely loses hold of his temper. He's always been a patient wolf. Every set back barely seems to bother him. He is great at reassuring his packmates when all seems lost... even if he himself is a bit bothered inside. The worst mistake would be to show his packmates his doubt or fear. He must be a pillar of faith - he is divinity, after all. This graceful handling of conflicts outstretches into social disputes as well. Though he's definitely going to be a bit irritated by a wolf getting snappy and stand-offish with him, he usually covers it up with a polite smile and a laugh - and usually a subtle quip in return. Once again contradicting his self-righteous style, Jeremiah is not above petty catfights, just as long as he does not appear bothered or like he's losing any control. Despite how blunt and even rude he can be at times, Jeremiah is extremely possessive of his pack. He's lusted over having a position of power for his whole damn life, and now that he's secured a pack to rule over, a pack that even worships him, he is hellbent on keeping it safe, prosperous, and under control. Jeremiah wants to appear courageous, strong, and admirable - all things he's done fairly well. He wants to be a level-headed leader that the pack can be reassured by the mere prescence by. If any trying times come upon them, they should feel relieved that Jeremiah is here to lead them and guide them. When it comes to the wolves he does like and talk to, Jeremiah... is still insulting, but at least it's a playful insult now. He enjoys his long philosophical discussions and any conversation where they exchange flattering compliments back and forth. He treats his fellow higher ups like a clique where he is the mutual friend that holds everyone together. Truthfully, he does like most of them... and his favorite part is they all like him. Backstory: Jeremiah was born into nobility, but not in this pack. He was the second-born and the second largest - yes, somehow there was a wolf larger than even him, but he never talks about this eldest brother for the sake of his own pride - and therefor the... second pick. He loathed this elder sibling of his. He loathed all his siblings really, elder brother and younger sisters, because they were all born power-hungry and jealous and always competing with the others. In this pack he was the dreamboat among she-wolves, and most popular wolves flocked to him. He's always been charming and two-faced, even back then. This is where his ego sprouted... it's only grown out of control since then. Eventually, as the envy and resentment grew among him and his littermates, he killed his brother. And his father. And he would have turned on others in the pack too, had he not suddenly gotten scared of being found out. So, in an act that wounded his pride more than anything, he fled before he could be found out and hasn't come back since. For a long time he travelled the lands looking for a different pack to try to soothe his lust for power. He was like a parasite, a pestillence - every pack he found himself in always found conflict afterwards. Or did when he was young and inexperienced, not yet the savvy wolf we all know and.. love today. When he came upon Süd, he was just entering his prime. Using past experience, he harnessed that hateful ambition from his youth and tried to kill any competition - figuratively this time!! - and to his great joy, eventually got the title he had spent his whole life obsessing over. Finally satisfied, Jeremiah leads his pack to what he considers victory after victory. He thinks he runs it quite well and often preens himself over how mature he's grown and how he's a natural at this position. He has yet to realize it's only because he's leading them through conflicts he's all seen before. He does not know what is coming to him. Relatives: Mate - Open. I feel like he would have liked to flirt around when he first arrived at Süd and try to get himself a Divine Consort yknow. Preferably someone who shared his ambition and who he could laugh maniacally with in their Chamber of Evil Children - Open. He'd also like to have himself some heirs.. you know.. just in case something bad happens to the best guy ever.. RP example: NO !!! Other info: wow he wasn't supposed to be so detailed |
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Mothball Age: 3, turning 4 in 2 weeks Gender: Male (trans; still undergoing social transition) Sexuality: Queer (prefers this label) Current role: Upsilon (formerly lambda, hopes to return to the position) Role aspiration: Lambda, however one day also hopes to become kappa Pack: Süd Appearance: 
Mothball is a relatively small wolf, standing at 26" and being around 4.5 feet in length; his weight being 60 lbs. Mothball has a lean build, not too muscular, and fairly slim legs- perfect for running. His coat is a pale grey, with an off-white undercoat. He has minimal markings: just a darker nose bridge, darker ears tipped with a darker grey, and a small saddle marking with a dark and light spotting streak near the shoulder. His tail is bobbed, having fallen off when he was younger due to frostbite. Mothball has blue eyes, something that can be compared to water or ice in its coloration, and has pink skin. His nose is a bright pinkish color due to his pale coat, some can assume he likely isn't pure wolf because of this. His paws are the same, as are his ears. His coat is relatively thick, thickening more in the colder winters and shedding in the summers to reveal a shorter, more lightweight coat that suits the warmer seasons. Mothball has few visible scars, that being his v-shaped nick on his left ear, a singular scar on his left eye, and 3 scars on his left foreleg. Mothball is half blind, his left eye permanently shut. Because of this he has a blind spot on his left, and in turn relies heavily on his hearing there. His left paw is weak, unable to be walked on for long, so much that Mothball instinctively holds it up so it hovers over the ground. Not to beat around the bush, Mothball is physically disabled on more than one grounds and while his disability disables him he is still able to perform as well as any other wolf. Personality: Mothball can best be described as a rather fragile wolf, more so emotionally than physically... for the most part. Mothball tends to have a soft heart, taking criticism to heart and dwelling on anything he does wrong. You can probably consider him to be a perfectionist, but really he just doesn't want to appear like he’s a burden to anyone- especially not to the alphas. He would die if the wolves he looked up to were to despise him, especially with his disabilities. Mothball also tries to fit into the norms, doing his best to appear masculine like all the other males in the pack. Trying to seem emotionless, cold, strong, and like he’s made out of steel is very very hard to do, and toxic masculinity doesn't help very much either. He is very insecure, especially considering he's socially transitioning to be accepted as male when the pack has known him previously as female and by a different name nonetheless. His height is small, smaller than he hoped, and he isn't as strong as he wants to be, and he isn't as heavy as he hoped he would be, and his voice is too high pitched, and his build feels too feminine, and it gets to him a lot. He wants to fit in, to be like the others, but he's the opposite of all the things he’s tried to be, and he’s still really struggling to realize he doesn't need to adjust himself just because others may see him as less or not accept him as how he hopes to be accepted. Mothball, as a hunter, is probably mediocre at best. Physically, he isn't that strong so larger prey like an ibex really aren't meant for him even in a group setting. They scare him actually. Instead, he goes for smaller prey. Mothball is a decent strategist, usually using his wits whenever he can. However, he’s still a bit oblivious and things may take a bit to click. This is, mainly, because Mothball is autistic and doesn't pick up the best on social cues. While Mothball makes for a decent hunter--lambda as they call it, since his injury he's been appointed as a scout instead. Upsilon as they call it. While Mothball isn't as happy about this change in jobs, specifically due to his disability, he is grateful that it feels safer for him. He's developed a severe fear, a trigger, towards lynxes as his injuries came from one during a hunt. He has less encounters, close to zero, with lynxes now that he isn't hunting. Of course this doesn't mean his episodes stop if he catches a whiff of one or god-forbid sees one, but he can avoid them far more easily now and is in a position to warn his fellow lambda- even if he wishes to once more be one himself. Hopefully his job change isn't permanent. Backstory: Not relevant Relatives: None alive at this time RP example: Made one just for here Wshhhhhh, the wind blows in Mothballs ears as he trots through the snowy landscape, pinning his ears back as to avoid the loud sounds causing any ringing. Snow blows about, occasionally blinding the small wolf as he continues his travels. His eye is narrowed, knowing that if he is not careful the snow can make this blinding effect much worse and last far longer. Snow blindness, that's what they call it. He can't get that. He shouldn't. He needs to be effective, useful, for the sake of his alpha and pack. He did get it once, rookie mistake, and it hurt a lot. But he's learned since then, and he hopes the alpha is proud. The smell of ibex wafts about in the flurries and wind, seeming to be coming north. The pale wolf continues on, carefully as to not hurt himself amongst the rocks he treads by now. The smell of them is weak, likely meaning it's a small herd or just a lone ibex. Depends. After a 10 minute hike he catches sight of them; two males sticking close. That's not what he wanted or hoped for. Well. It's not like Mothball is hunting them. Hmm. With a misty huff, Mothball turns back to return to his pack. He will inform them of the pair of ibex bucks that reside north, maybe they'll be able to get one of them as a meal. Would be a good meal at that, if they can get them that is. Other: Just to be clear he is autistic and physically disabled |
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Added Medicinal Guide for Thetas and Iotas! |
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Yippee everyone is done!!
Name: Psalm Age: 14.3 Years old Gender: Cisgender Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Current Role: Gamma Role Aspiration: She’s content. Not like she can do much else either way. Pack: Süd Appearance: 
Art by me Psalm is a fairly small grey wolf, standing at about 2.4 ft tall at the shoulder, and weighing only about 50 lbs. She has a very pale coat, being predominantly light gray with darker markings on her face and along her back. Her skeleton is very visible, looking almost like she just had her skin delicately draped over it. Her fur is very wiry and stiff, clumped together at awkward angles and looks uncomfortable. Her large brown eyes are foggy, heavily clouded by cataracts. Her limbs are very thin, and she looks overall very frail. Personality: Psalm is basically just a stereotypical old lady. She’s very friendly and is absolutely ecstatic to spend time with others, despite her memory failing her. She has a hard time remembering anything nowadays, even her grandchildren barely having a place in her mind. She is very polite and absolutely adores pups and loves telling them stories of what the pack was like in her youth. She is very nostalgic about what few memories she does still hold, often just laying in her den and daydreaming about the olden days. She is in a lot of pain often, her joints being just horrible so she can’t move as much as she’d like. She is a very strong support figure, and despite not really knowing what’s going on anymore, she’s ready to build you back up when you’re at your lowest. Backstory: Born to the Süd pack to a pair of Epsilons, she had a childhood of rigorous training in an attempt to train her to be as strong as her parents. Despite their efforts, she never quite got the hang of it and often got herself hurt during those sessions, making frequent trips to the Theta and Iotas. It was here however, that her true talents shone. She caught on to the different uses of herbs quickly and she was taken on as an Iota. In this new environment she thrived, always excited to gather herbs and tend to her ill or wounded pack-mates. After many years she found herself appointed Theta, and found a mate in a kind Epsilon who found himself wandering to her for help more often than not. They had a single litter together, consisting of 3 pups. She was happy with her small family, loving her pups unconditionally and enjoying every minute of them growing up. She was just as overjoyed when her grand-pups were born, spending as much time with Macchiato and Latte as possible. She was supportive of the two, often defending Latte whenever her parents had pushed her about not being an Epsilon. Relatives: Macchiato - Granddaughter Latte - Granddaughter Other info: -
Name: Kshtenja Age: 8.5 Years old Gender: Demigirl (She/Her They/Them) Sexuality: Aroace Current Role: Dispersal Role Aspiration: Dispersal Pack: None Appearance: 
Art by me Kshtenja is a fairly large and stocky wolf, standing at 2’7” at the shoulder and weighing a hefty 85 pounds, notably larger than other Italian Wolves. Their fur is dark, with a lighter face, underbelly, and backsides of her legs. Dark fur makes spikes running along her back, as well as forming a bit of a mask on their face and a stripe down her muzzle. She is very muscular, and her paws are slightly larger than average, making it somewhat easier for them to walk on snow, however they have a bit of trouble manoeuvring around narrow or rocky paths. Whatever scars she does have are hidden beneath her thick, soft pelt. She very often has small burdocks and other plants tangled in her fur. Personality: To those they are unfamiliar with, she can seem somewhat aloof or apathetic. She doesn’t particularly enjoy the company of strangers, though she’s not entirely aggressive toward others. She is fully capable of holding a polite conversation though they aren’t really ever really hyped about it. She exudes confidence and has very little regard for the opinions of those around her. Around wolves she considers friends she is noticeably less uninterested, almost always having a good time and joking around with them. She often insults her friends, which she means in the absolute most loving way possible, which can often be seen as strange by those around them. They are very mischievous and absolutely adore getting into trouble with her friends, enjoying pulling (mostly) harmless pranks on the general public. She acts mainly as a scavenger of sorts, picking off of the carcasses left by other predators when she either can’t find any prey small enough to take down by herself, or is just too lazy to do so. Backstory: Coming from the same pack as Jerimiah, Kshtenja followed her friend to his new pack, feeling more connected to him than she did with the remaining wolves in her old pack. During the journey, she found she actually favored the life of a dispersed wolf, having no schedule and no responsibilities to others. Once Jerimiah found the Süd pack, she decided not to join, but rather to stay in the surrounding territory. They roam the pack’s territory, making sure that she’s never in the same place for too long in order to not be caught by any wolves who might try to pick a fight with her. They enjoy spending time with Jerimiah when he can spare his oh-so valuable time away from the pack. Relatives: None Other info: - Name: Lucid Age: 5 Years Gender: Cisgender Male Sexuality: Bisexual Current Role: Beta Role Aspiration: He’s supposed to be the alpha at some point, so that. Pack: Norden Appearance: 
Art is once again, by me. Lucid is tiny. He stands just barely 2’ tall at the shoulder, and weighs a measly 65 pounds. He has fairly dull and dark brown fur, with lighter colors on the back of his legs and underbelly. His pelt is rather thin, which is unusual for their location, but he still can keep himself (mostly) warm. His right ear has a large hunk torn out of it from a fight with a lynx he luckily managed to escape from, as well as a long scar just under his left eye, from the same. His deep amber eyes are very large and expressive, allowing him to very easily portray his emotions wordlessly. His tail is slightly longer than average, just enough to be noticeable but it doesn’t really provide any benefits or detriments. His limbs are very thin, matching his lithe build perfectly. His teeth are slightly overgrown, causing them to poke out of his lips ever so slightly, although he finds it’s a bit more difficult for him to eat with them. Personality: Lucid has no traits to really make him stand out of the crowd. He’s amiable with others and overall has a good time being in large groups. He’s very agreeable and honestly most of the time acts as a ‘yes-man,’ very rarely actually voicing his own opinions. That’ll end up being an issue if he ever ends up actually becoming the alpha, but he’ll deal with that when he gets there. He honestly has a hard time not getting along with others, considering he is basically a professional suck up, especially toward anyone with a higher rank than him. He bends to Frappe’s every whim and basically offers her unending praise and compliments. He has average intelligence and doesn’t make himself out to be an absolute genius. While he is mostly friendly, he can be known to get a bit snippy if he’s especially tired. Lucid rather dislikes being alone, and almost always glues himself to someone else to spend time around, even if he’s seen as a nuisance. Relationships with him can very often be one-sided, with him putting in so much effort regardless of how much the other is trying. Backstory: Nothing interesting. Norden wolf, born and raised. Chosen to be the next alpha. Used to be an upsilon. The usual. Other info: Bro is kissing everyone’s ass tonight. |
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