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▶ Gender: Male

▷ Age: canine: 4 years || human: 30+ years (variable)

▶ Species: canine: Belgian Malinois

▷ Appearance:

canine - Halt is a short, stocky canine, standing at approximately 88 centimeters shoulder height. His pelt is shaggy and coarse, its black hair tinged with flecks of light grey, complete with all sorts of swirls and stripes. A small scar dots the brow area above his left eye, the result of an accidental poke from an exploration of a thornbush. His eyes are a steely grey, usually displaying little to no emotion. There are no other marks of importance along his body.

human - grizzled, middle-aged man. His hair is a mass of gray shades, with little uniformity across. It gives the look of a very peppery and spastic appearance. It is hardly trimmed, instead chopped using whatever blade he gets his hand on. He is also considerably short, standing at a height of 5 ft, 1 in. Despite his small stature, his body is incredibly powerful. Trained and well-muscled, he is capable of delivering very painful blows should anything piss him off.

▶ Personality:

Halt displays a gruff and grim personality about ninety percent of the time. Another five percent is complete sarcasm. Although he tries not to show it, he does care deeply about his friends and is quick to take offense if any of them are insulted. It is only to his most intimate that he displays any sort of emotion and allows any type of teasing. Others who try to ridicule him are made to regret doing so. Halt is extremely meek when it comes to dealing with the opposite gender, especially those with a stern or bad attitude.

▷ Abilities/Extras:

A camouflage cloak is always donned abroad his shoulders, with the hood just barely covering his eyes to prohibit others from observing what he is. This cloak allows him to blend into his surroundings, changing colors to suit whatever environment he is in.

He does have a few uncanny abilities. Halt is excellent at stealth, usually able to creep up on his victim without being noticed. His claws and fangs were altered to be able to inject poison, which range from paralysis to kill, if he pumps in enough venom (though he usually doesn't).

He has an owl companion named Chouette. She is an Eurasian Eagle-Owl with golden plummage that is striped brown and tipped black.

▶ History:

obsolete - ignore.

Halt, like the typical Ranger dog, was raised to be able survive on his own. Bred from the top lines of the species, the humans who trained him expected much improvement in skill, a goal he easily accomplished. Like all Rangers, he had two names: the one for dog use, and the one for human recall. His dog name was ""Arretez"", and his human name was simply ""Halt"".

At the age of eight weeks, he was removed from his parents's care and put into the hands of a trainer who was responsible for his well-being for the next eight months of his life. This trainer, Sam, was not the most patient of trainers, and for a serious puppy, a sharp snap only made Halt exert all the more effort toward his training. But his training progressed much faster than the other pups his age. By the time he had reached the graduating age of Year 1, he was already working on the more advanced techniques required of a Ranger.

After their first year, the Pups that passed the Assessment became known as Trainees. They received their own quiver filled with arrows with their trainer's insignia on it and a crossbow that they could load fairly easily. These Trainees were released into a secluded forest where their trainers could keep an eye on them without having to give aid. The Releasing was another test to see if the recruits were able to survive individually without having to refer to another constantly for guidance. This process often eliminated over seventy-five percent of Trainees, providing a much smaller group to choose from. However, the year this process was used, however, more than ninety percent of the Trainees eradicated.

Halt's rival, Filloj (human name is Nis), was a savage beast who wanted no other competition and proceeded to use this survival test to destroy almost all Trainees that got in his way. Filloj, having a full comprehension of wolf anatomy, easily targeted his opponents' weak spots and brought them down. Halt, of course, was marked to be one of Filloj's main victims. Not surprisingly, Halt's talent and wit got him out of trouble. With honed claws and a few poison darts, Halt had sent Filloj fidgeting on the ground, paralyzed and wounded.

So only Halt and four others graduated that year, with special medals made for each of them. Each medal was in the shape of a leaf, each one different, representing the strengths of their characters. Receiving the oak leaf, Halt was regarded as their best recruit, with the other recruits saying the same. So from then, he was appointed to be a Royal Spy, considered to be one of the best positions for a Ranger. He served for the recommended minimum of two years, before he resigned and decided to travel the world.

Gender: Male

Age: 4 winters

Species: Volcano wolf -- canis vulcanis (species (c) Vennenum)

About the size of an American black bear, this wolf stands at an impressive height of 50 inches (130 cm) and packs on weight close to 230 lbs (105 kg). His paws stretch about 5 inches across. Calloused, black pawpads soften his every step and claws of sharp obsidian line the tips of his toes. A nomad by trade, Thomassen's muscles are tensed and well-developed , hidden by a very heavy coat of fur.

Thom's characteristic red dorsal stripe runs across his dark grey body, connecting his nose to each of his three tails. The red spills out around to accent his forehead and eyes, then stops at the black v-shaped marks dashed across his cheekbones. This is contrasted with his black ears and lighter grey chest. Oddly enough, blood permanently stains his right paw. Despite repeated washings, it has permanently bound to his hairs to serve as a constant reminder of his failures.

His red irises and yellow eyes do serve a purpose. As his kind grew and evolved in the mountains, visibility in caves was as necessary as the smell. These wolves were capable of thermal sensing. This translates into various shades of green and allows him to detect any branches off a cave path he used, something he's learned to apply to dark forests. The yellowness is various bacteria living in his eyes that help with his night vision. The redness in his irises is simply a lack of pigment, which allows his night vision to expand (not unlike the problems albinos face in bright light). To combat this, his cornea and the fluid underneath may darken to act as a filter.

His three tails are simply the outcome of his lineage. Directly descended from the gods that were their ancestors, Vulcan wolves are more susceptible to interesting mutations that usually have little to no effect on them. Their ancestors' magic runs through their body unconsciously, preventing imperfections from destabilizing their host too readily.

Personality:

When he turns happy or sad is unknown, as his temper can flip in a matter of seconds. And yet, as much as he tries to hide it, Thom manages to emit a bit of how he is feeling. Little wisps of flame may flicker from his fur when he feels irritated. And with three tails, at least one of them may betray some bit of the joy he feels. Positive feelings are short-lived with him, however. He is quick to anger, and does not hesitate to drop his stoicism to rage at the wrongdoer.

Thom is the sort of guy to leave when he feels like it. Loyalty and dedication is something reserved for those he deems worthy. He could care less if he abandoned someone in the middle of the woods. Guilt would be felt, but not enough to turn him around. To him, giving someone a responsibility of some secrets is one story. Putting his life in their hands is something else entirely.

Once he is sure he can rely on another character, Thom becomes the best friend he can be. And though his language becomes bit less refined by this time, he never intends any harm. When a friend faces trouble, it takes little hesitation for him to pop in and help -- assuming the friend wants his assistance.

Abilities/Extras:

• Incredibly large, muscular, and bulky. (50 inches tall, ~200 lbs)

• Great arsenal of stamina; lingers on the slow side during chases.

• He is capable of lighting his spine, paws, and tails on fire. He can "cast" the fire from his body by swinging it towards whatever he wants to ignite.

• Immune to temperature fluctuations. His internal heat keeps him warm, and also prevents him from feeling the effects of high temperatures.

History:

Thom was born during a harsh winter to a pair of Alphas, as the oldest pup in his parents' first litter. He received the ability to ""play with fire"" as was desired for every new pup that blessed the pack -- although he had trouble controlling this magic at first. This rare ability brought to him much attention and amazement. He was very popular among his pack.

Unbeknownst to Thom, his brother Samulen was becoming increasingly jealous of the attention he received. Over the course of a few years, Samulen slowly built a cult out of those who were not the Alphas' supporters, which increased each passing season. The pack, located in a very barren landscape compared to their rivals, constantly faced starvation, and was close to dying out. He spread further lies about the Alphas, speaking what the anti-Alphas wanted to hear. Samulen also started some rumours about Thom and his behavior, and soon the three were viewed negatively amongst the pack.

A few months after reaching the age of three, the tension spilled. Samulen launched his revolt. Wanting more of the attention, Samulen planned to have the Alphas assassinated so he could steal the throne. Luring their father and mother out into the woods, Samulen had him surrounded by his opponents and mercilessly slaughtered. Thom, hearing about the uproar from a former Rebel, had gone as fast as he could to the assassination site. However, he arrived too late, and instead found Samulen gloating over their parents' deaths.

The two brothers got into a spat. At this time, Thom's fire blazed out from his spine and paws. But blind with grief and rage, he took a wrong step and stumbled into a boulder. Samulen, now bursting with joy, managed to inflict a severe wound to Thom's paw, ripping open the flesh until blood stained the entire foot. The paw-fire burned the redness permanently into his fur.

Now defeated and temporarily disabled, Thom conceded defeat. Samulen at first wanted to press Thom into servitude. But protests from the Rebels -- such as Thom being able to burn them to avoid tasks -- won over.

Thom was then banished, forbidden ever to return to his homeland.

Gender: Male

Age: 3 years

Species: Human/Cougar Shapeshifter

Appearance:

human - Seth stands at a height of six feet. He towers over most people, which intimidates them. He has sandy brown hair streaked with blonde. He has a habit of rubbing his hair, so it always looks like he just climbed out of bed. His eyes are a steel greyish-color. It grows dark or light in intensity depending on his mood. Seth weighs approximately 170 pounds. He has a muscular build, with short, dynamo-punch arms. He is a strong, speedy fellow. Because of an injury from a backfired mission, Seth has a missing finger on his left hand and a limp in his right leg.

A somewhat stocky male. Cliche short and spiked, toussled, blond hair. White guy.

cougar - Muscular, grey pelt with reddish tint around the ears and spine.

Personality:

A man with misanthropic intentions. He does everything he absolutely can to avoid contact with anyone else. His missing middle finger and bad limp helps keep others away, and he likes it. He can stand minimal amounts of conversation and tends not to like others from the start. However, any contact and any excessive conversations easily blow his fuse.

Abilities/Extras:

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Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Species: Gray wolf

Personality:

A very grumpy wolf, but a lovable goof. Despises demanding characters and fights.

Abilities/Extras:

A decent fighter and hunter. A bit socially awkward.

History:

The little pup watched in horror as his pack was felled one by one. He swore the raiders had bright, bright eyes that glowed with maliciousness. One appeared to his right, where Milla stood to guard him. She had no chance against the ferocious male. She was a new birth mother, still recovering from the litter she had borne not too long ago. White teeth flashed. And she was down. He whimpered as the killer approached him, teeth exposed in a wild grin.

"I haven't had this much fun in ages!" he sneered. The pup shrank to the ground, quaking with fear. His eyes were squeezed shut, wishing desperately for it all to end. He could see the flashing teeth even then, coming slowly towards him, ready to end his short life. Sharp spikes of teeth fastened into his flanks, and he lost contact with the ground. The pup opened his eyes to find himself dangling from a wolf's jaws. However much he wriggled, he was unable to escape the firm and painful grasp. He watched as the trees passed by. They were making their way around the battleground now, stepping over the fallen bodies of his comrades. He howled his rage and his disgust at the treatment of his pack, but he received nothing but laughter and mockery from his captor's colleagues.

As he was hauled off to who-knows-where, the enemies made good use of him as a toy. He was bitten, nipped, pulled, and harassed to the point of tears. The shining coat of glory he was once proud of was now nothing more than a bloody mat of fur stuck to his skin. The assault only grew more painful as he cried with each bite. It wasn't until his wails died down to quiet whimpers that the game slowly dragged to a halt. A short time after, he was dropped in front of an immobile body. His mother.

Her eyes were gradually dulling, though a small spark flared within their irises when they recognized their young son. "Bandicoot," his mother whispered. "Be brave, my child. May the Trio guard you with their blessings." The little pup whined when her tongue rasped across his aching body.

A snarl from above startled Bandicoot. He pressed closer into the ground when a massive black wolf appeared over him, jowls exposed in fury. "You see, boy," he growled. ""This is what happens when my orders are not followed. Your parents paid dearly, and so shall you."

The frightening wolf grabbed Bandicoot in the same painful manner as Milla's killer. Now too terrified to even utter a sound, Bandicoot could only watch as multiple wolves descended upon his mother. They were none to gentle, grabbing her fur in their jaws and tearing off the clumps. Unable to defend herself as she was held down, they slowly ripped her to shreds. Her shrieks and howls sounded almost unreal to Bandicoot as he was whisked away from his home. Everything he had considered a blessing was now a living nightmare.

Gender: Male

Age: 2 years

Species: Winged wolf

Appearance:

He sports a small, lithe body coated with sleek, black fur. The size of the average coyote, he stands a little less than 1.5 feet (~45 cm) tall. His eyes are a warm gold, sporting large, round pupils for increased vision. To account for his retracting claws, his paws are somewhat larger, but this grants him better grip on the ground. He also sports a somewhat longer tail to aid in balance when he has to make a sharp turn. His broad, eagle-shaped wings (10 ft span) are strong and powerful, and coupled with his smallness and lightweightedness, transforms him into a dangerous predator.

Personality:

A very bitter, but very ambitious creature. Shriek has built a mental wall around him in his attempt to shield himself from hurtful others. He treats everyone with contempt, especially those who are unable to care for themselves. To him, strength, power, and victory is everything. Anything but is a loss. He is difficult to get along with and tends to oppose everything just because.

Abilities/Extras:

• Large, broad wings with a span of ten feet

• Retractable, hooked, and enlarged claws to easily grab and puncture prey. Retracted to prevent tearing while running.

History:

Freak lowered himself closer to the ground, his small size accommodating him greatly in this land of tall grasses. He was about as tall as they were. A laugh nearly escaped his maw. Tall? If one of his fellow wolves looked at him, they would scoff and count him for a coyote. Nearly half his encounters involved him turning tail and fleeing for the mistaken observation. He knew coyotes and wolves didn't mix. But he craved the daily interaction of a pack. The silent signals sent to each other to make a kill, the skilled maneuvering as they ran down the elks and deers of the valleys and plains. The bonding howl destined to bring the pack together as they sung midnight drearies. But no.

His bright golden eyes focused in on the rabbit he had been stalking. It nibbled at the grass, sniffing out and pulling at the most delicious stalks. Here it was, so carefree, like there was nothing in the grass about to slice it open. It was right -- in a sense. Few creatures wandered out at such times. Besides, they often feasted on the other larger prey. Freak scoffed at the irony. He was supposed to be the one acting without a care in the world. But no! A rabbit had less issues than him! He sprang forward. Bad idea. Whooosh! His wings had opened instinctually, slowing down his descent. The movement had caused the stalks of grass to rustle and the sudden current of air did nothing to silence his existence to his supposed victim. His paws hit nothing but dirt.

An enraged roar ripped from his throat. He was hungry and tired. He wanted something to go his way for once. The rabbit was supposed to be food. But no, he couldn't even find a mouse. He was going to have to go home empty-pawed, and he was not going to like the result.

When he returned, it was his father standing there at the burrow entrance, along with the rest of his siblings, who jeered and laughed when they saw his empty mouth. Freak lowered his head in guilt. He had tried to find other trails on the route home, but there hadn't even been a hint. He had even tried taking to the skies to see if he could find /anything/.

A heavy paw lashed across his face. Freak stumbled to the side, and met another paw. His head was now spinning.

"Father, please," he begged. He wanted to let his father know that he had tried, that nothing he did worked.

"Silence!" roared the looming figure. Freak shrank back in fear, ears and tail lowered. "You're nothing but a freak! Nothing you say matters! Those who cannot hunt do not matter!" Freak flinched. His father had a point. It wasn't every day a wolf sprouted wings and cat claws. On top of that, he was miniscule and hardly able to match up to a real wolf. "We're rendezvousing to our summer den and you can't even feed yourself, much less the whole pack! You are a disgrace!"

His father turned around, leaving a cowering Freak behind. "Don't even bother coming with us," he snarled. "No one wants a useless rat hanging around."

And so, the next morning, Freak awoke to find his parents and siblings gone. An immediate anger rose out of his chest. Why?! Why him? Why was he given these useless wings? They didn't fit in any sort of hunting style that the wolves used. He stormed out of the burrow in a huff, his breath forced.

It took him a long time to regain his mentality. He spent the majority of the morning and afternoon wandering through the plains, no set destination in mind. In his daze, Freak hadn't realized he had gone so far as to meet a forest.

Not used to having such large obstacles in his way, Freak was a little amazed at first, seeing something that was so much taller than even a wolf. A shrill cry above him caused him to title his head upward. An eagle? Its feathers glistened in the afternoon sun as it swiveled circles above him. It seemed like it was enjoying itself. Freak was in awe. So wings could be good things after all! Seeing the eagle in action allowed him to assess his own self. His own wings opened up and he studied them. They were similar in shape to the eagle's, the feathers gradually increasing in size as they ran from bone to cartilage. Freak flapped them a few times, feeling the air immediately rushing under each time he lifted them.

His paws pushed him off from the ground as he beat his wings and he was soon in the air. Freak found himself enjoying his flight for once, having been prohibited from doing such ""Freak"" shows prior. The eagle shrieked again, amazed at Freak's transformation.

"Father abandoned me..." Freak mused. ""But that doesn't mean I have to abandon myself."" He decided he would drop all traces of his past, including this odd name. He was going to be himself. Like the eagle, he was going to shriek in the wind. Shriek. What a perfect name. And so thus he began his journey, learning his own ways to hunt and fend for himself. The need of a pack was no longer necessary.

THE BASICS:

Nicknames: Dan-dan, Danny, Danny-boy, Danny-Man, L'il-Man

Gender: Male

Age: variable. 10 yr child - college grad

Birthday/year: April 29, XXXX

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PHYSICALITIES:

Hair: Daniel takes his reputation as a pretty boy very seriously. He has his hair layered and continuously trimmed to a medium-short length. His hair's thick straightness turns the short cut into a series of disheveled groups of locks angled in all directions. They are dark brown, with individual strands of lighter colors sprouting in randomly.

Eyes: Daniel's eyes reflect his boundless amount of energy. A very vibrant green, the eyes twitch around in constant excitement, eager to find the next new adventure or story to write down. There is hardly ever a dull to them.

Blood Type: AB

Height: 5'6"

Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: Daniel has a crazy fast metabolism. He totals 110 pounds with a small frame size. It's evident with his very lanky, very skeletal-like structure with a larger-than-it-seems head planted on top. He has few body blemishes.

Race/Species: Human - Unknown heritage.

Language: He speaks mostly English, along with the rest of his family. However, he has requested lessons in Mandarin Chinese and has gained quite the fluency with them, improving his grasp of the language with some Chinese friends throughout university. He also speaks decent Spanish, from interactions with his cousin Alex's ranchhands, who doted on him. Also an avid fan of anime, he also has a very basic understanding of Japanese.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Parents/Elders/Guardians:

Daniel considers his father and two biological siblings to be his ""parents and guardians"". He has a very close relationship with his father, Andrew Carona, who was able to and willing to talk to him about anything and everything. The two also bicker like a married couple, finding even the most miniscule behavior to nitpick about. This is usually followed by a playfight or affections. (38 years apart)

He currently lives with their father to "keep an eye on him". But it's mainly to use his father's recording studio and massive collection of instruments to write and produce songs. He does pay some of the bills: electric and water mainly because those are what he use most. His father is delegated to pay the property tax.

He has never met his mother nor found out what happened to her. He is hesitant to ask, having thrown across a room by Jorden once when he was bugging him about it.

Siblings:

Daniel has three siblings: two biological and one adopted. He has a close relationship with all of them, showering each and every one with affection.

Michelle (sister) -- 15 years older. She is the closest thing he has to a mother. After she and Brandon got into a fight, they broke off their relationship. Daniel was ten years old. Michelle disappeared after and has not been seen since. Daniel is still upset at the loss, though he didn't understand the reasons behind the fight.

Jorden (brother) -- 15 years older. It's not always apparent that these two share a deep bond. They will insult each other, torment each other, and even become physically violent. However, this is all made up for with food (making/buying/sharing), general affection, and mischief making.

Brandon (brother) -- Adopted. 20 years older. An attention hog, Daniel visibly pissed Brandon off with his general nuisance. Brandon hated him at first, but after awhile began to warm up to the affections, which Daniel enjoyed. Brandon constantly threatens to perform brain surgery on Daniel when he does something stupid. But he is incredibly protective of his little brother, even going so far as to punching someone then bandaging the wound up for added measure.

Friends/Allies:

Daphne. An old friend from high school. She is a dancer, leading a championship-level dance troupe and teaching at a rather prestigious academy. They hook up from time to time to catch up and are very supportive of each other's arts. They may occasionally collaborate.

Enemies:

Daniel so far has only had issues with the town bully: Randolph. Every time they meet they get into a spat. The entire town knows of their mischiefs and generally try to get Daniel to beat him up. Daniel, however, only tries to exhaust the man by keeping out of his reach.

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MENTALITIES:

Dreams/Life Goals: He wants to be a famous musician that travels all over the world.

Hobbies: He enjoys hanging out with his brothers and causing them misery. If he visits Jorden at work, he will help with homework grading. If he visits Brandon at work, he will sometimes stick around, do a small gig, or visit patients. Other hobbies include cooking, tree-climbing and free running.

Likes: candy, coffee, horse riding, tree climbing, pranks, getting into mischief, sparring, anime

Loves: hugging/cuddling/otherwise bugging his brothers, cooking (especially with his brothers and dad), eating, pancakes, waffles, noodles and pasta, pizza, music

Dislikes: Haters, screwing up his recipes, rice

Loathes: Brandon's foster father that tortured him; people who aren't committed to practice.

Fears: (a) loneliness. Not knowing his mother, losing Michelle, and witnessing Brandon do a very bad thing has made him adamant about his family staying together. (b) abandonment. For similar reasons as above.

Strengths: Quick learner, excellent cook, likes to come up with his own "recipes"

Weaknesses: Prone to stage fright, especially with larger crowds; Memory lapse, forgets what comes next in a piece; prone to accidents; rumors of him being a playboy; known to complain about a lot of things. Acts childish intentionally.

Good Qualities: (a) Loves everybody. Tries to get along with most people. (b) Does what he needs to, even if it is punctuated every few minutes with his whining.

Bad Habits: (a) excessive talking; (b) very clingy and excessively affectionate

Normal Talents:

- Ability to play all sorts of instruments: (best → worst) vocals, piano, guitar, drums, cello, violin, viola, string bass, flute, trombone, trumpet, mallet percussion, french horn, baritone, tuba, Chinese erhu, guzheng.

- picks up on language quickly. Knows Chinese, Spanish, and a bit of Japanese.

- A decent dancer. While not great, he is capable of executing some sharp moves.

Temperament:

Daniel is very much extroverted. He is a nonstop talker. He also dislikes tension and does stupid things to try to alleviate it, such as during lectures in class or when he gets in trouble with his father. He is very high energy and very restless and quite literally bounces off walls.

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HISTORY:

Career/Past Careers: Daniel currently is a singer/songwriter/musician and Youtube vlogger. He earns his money through selling albums, music sheets, composition commissions, performing at gigs, and vlogging through Youtube. He has various Youtube channels, where he uploads his music videos, cooking recipes, and weekly vlogs of his daily life. Previously, he worked at his cousin's ranch as a stall cleaner, caretaker, and eventually assistant riding instructor.

Origin:

Daniel grew up in (the fictional town) Maravel, Texas. He has lived here the majority of his life, leaving temporarily for university. He does own a small house in Burton, where his brothers Jorden and Brandon both live. However, it is currently being rented out so he can take care of his aging father.

Background:

under construction...