Name: Faelin Kelly
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Rank/role: Pack Member - Scout + Occassional hunter.
Personality:
Faelin's past isn't of much interest, however it did sculpt the man he is today. He knew his parents well, but they belonged to a different group to Ikaris's pack. As Faelin grew older and began to mature, he began to see the darker components of his group's tangled relationships, between themselves and outsiders. It took years for him to finally decide that he was leaving, a decision that his parents did not take kindly to. Spouting the usual, we raised you, we dedicated ourselves to you, and so on. Yet, when he tried to explain his reasoning, he could not get a word in edge wise. He gave up on maintaining their relationship rather quicker and set out on his own.
When he left his parents, he was 17. For years he lived as a loner, it was preferable to his previous life. It was when he freshly turned 24 that he was discovered by Ikaris's current pack. They were anxious towards each other initially, but eventually he was accepted into the fold.
From then on, he has kept himself busy as a standard pack member. Contributing to his pack by venturing on long patrols and hunting trips to supply his family with the information and food that they need. Thankful that his found family accept him in his natural state.
In general, Faelin is a quiet individual, soft spoken and careful about his choice of words. Unwilling to harm others feelings if he does not intend to do so. He enjoys quiet and peaceful settings, hence he adores his long patrols and hunting trips. Especially if he is out alone, it is a simple pleasure that he holds very close to his heart.
Appearance:
Faelin's appearance is in stark contrast to his name, standing at 6'6" he is extremely lean. Accompanying the the height are sets of long limbs that end with large palmed hands and proportionate feet. His skin is a softened beige with cool undertones, enhanced by the perpetual eye bags that darken his face no matter how much sleep he manages to get.
His facial features are severe and angular, with a sharp jaw bone to top it off. Due to his lack of muscule mass, the sharper points of the bones beneath his skin appear more dramatic. Faelin's eyes are deep set that appear to always be narrowed, either from tiredness or skepticism. The colour of his irses are a muted steel blue, deepening in colour towards the outer ring.
Faelin's hair was blessed to be a deep cinnamon brown, gently curled. It is cut to where a few ribbons of curls hang down beside his temples and cheeks. It's overall length sits at approximately just below his jaw line.
His body composition is still athletic, but his stretched height means that his muscles appear more scrawny as they're pulled taut over the planes of his body. There are little prominent markins on his body, relative to others, but he does possess a large tattoo and a singular unfading scar.
Faelin's tattoo takes up the majority of his back, starting at the back of his neck and ending at his tail bone. It is in a black and white gothic style, depicting the bones that lie beneath his skin. Except, the inked bones are sharper with protrusions from some areas of the bones. With stark shading and texture running along each bone, it is a very unrealistic depiction of the natural bones. It is rarely seen as Faelin does not pride himself on stomping around shirtless. The only hint towards his tattoos existence is the spinal bones that peek out from his clothing along the back of his neck before they dwindle to a sharp point that rises up into his hairline.
Faelin's scar is less impressive, an ~2 inch slice across the slender bones on the top of his right hand. It had originally cut down to bone and tendons. Certainly not acquired through something he would boast about. He was preparing meat that was brought back to the pack and he was distracted by a particularly interesting looking bird that landed in front of him and he sliced through his own hand that was holding the meat in place. Some members still prod jokes about it, even though it happened 3 years ago.
Wolf Appearance:
True to his human form, Faelin is a lanky wolf. His legs are very long and built for agility rather than overwhelming strength. His entire body is streamlined with shorter, thick fur to help keep out the elements. Faelin's head is sharp and narrowed, good for nosing around in smaller spaces or weaving his way through tight terrain. His hears are held high on his head, perhaps the smallest bit longer than a standard wolf. He stands at ~64 inches at the shoulder.
His fur is a diluted version of his human hair, a very fair cinnamon cream-brown. With ticking of a slightly darker shade across his whole body. There is saddle of lavender grey that covers the back of his neck and up to his ears where the tips fade darker. The only other darker grey portion on his body is a small U shape that hooks around either side of his spine above his shoulders. Paler, almost white fur holds a tuft on his chest, under his eyes, front toes and tail tip. For the majority of his body, Faelin is a very solid colour, only the smallest of mottling variation in the cinnamon lays across his entire body. Probably the most striking part of his wolf form are is blue eyes that glow out from his pale fur.
Relationship status: None / Open
Sexuality: Mostly unexplored, had little desire to venture in that area.
Other: Huge WIP
Fall Month: 2 
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