Name:
Kross.
Age:
4½.
Gender:
Male.
Voice:
Sexuality:
Bicurious with a strong feminine lean.
Current Role:
Zeta, he's comfortable with his position.
Pack:
Süd.
Appearance:
Kross is burly and battleborn, with a tall and broad warrior's stature. His face is very sharp and squared off, with small golden eyes that always seem squinted or perplexed. He has a dense hickory brown base coat with sooty black markings on the crown of his head and down his back that mottle into the reddish brown. His chin, neck, brow points and paws are wirey black, and are littered with small scars from battle. Kross' skin is mauvey colored around his eyes, lips, nose, and paw pads. The middle-aged wolf has some premature silver tufts around his ears, and some strands around the edges of his lips. His most notable mars consist of a jagged scar that splits the fur on his chest in different directions, a few claw marks on the right side of his snout, just to the side of his nose, and a few notches out of both of his ears.
Personality:
Blunt and domineering are the first traits that come to mind. He understands his position in life and takes his duty seriously; never fighting for a higher rank, but never wanting anything more. He's dependable and honest, but stubborn, and has a hard time forming emotional bonds. While he falls short forming intimate relationships, he does deeply care for the well-being and ultimate survival of the pack. He is always willing to push harder, sometimes volunteering himself for more than what he's capable of. He's wise, but blunt, finding it unnecessary to sugar coat the vast majority of things. What can be portrayed as cruel or cold-hearted masks his greatest fear of failure.
Backstory:
While not born into the Süd pack, he had never felt more at home.
Kross was the fifth out of a litter of seven born between an aspiring mated pair that sought to form a strong and widespread pack on their own. They had settled in mountain ranges, and while food was usually scarse, it was safe from most apex predators and rivals. The pair had lost three of Kross' siblings in the first few months of their lives, as the weather had been terribly cold, and they had been too scrawny to power through the chill, even with the warmth of their mother against them.
...
As time went on and Kross grew, he was the largest in comparison to his three living siblings, and the most rebellious. In their first year, Kross and his brothers had followed after his father to watch him scout, while their mother and sister remained denside. Kross was troublesome, and while their father tracked down a mountain goat, he and his brothers sparred too roughly. His bite to his brother's ear had been hard enough for the pup to yelp, which had alerted the goat that their father was after. As it ran, the wide rocky ledge that they'd been perched upon had started to crumble, and the father and one of his siblings had fallen to the unforgiving forest floor below.
...
Once old enough to scout out on his own, it was just his brother and himself. His sister had perished from an ambush, and his mother had died defending her. The two boys were juveniles, but old enough to provide for themselves and to know the basics. They traveled together for much of their second year of life, enduring many hardships, including their position in the world. They were always in trouble with someone for something, and there was always some consequences to pay. Both Kross and his brother had started to want very different things, and Kross knew that in time his brother would become a traitor. How far he would go to deceive him was perhaps the most painful memory of all.
...
On one cold night, the brothers sat beside each other in front of the den that they grew up in. It was there that his brother had backstabbed him and tried his best to kill him, like Kross had anticipated. It was a bloody and fierce battle, but Kross had endured and lived on. Life was hard alone afterwards, and Kross had a way of finding trouble wherever he went. Needless fights were picked and won for the fun of it, making him stronger, but also more cold in turn. He often found himself trespassing on other's territories for the thrill of it, stealing and fighting for nothing. He felt as though death was mocking him, killing his family but leaving him here with no one. He fought constantly, trying to bring an end to himself, but yet he always was the victor.
...
It was just after his third birthday when he had found and joined up with the Süd pack. By then, he had grown up in a lot of ways, and just wanted somewhere to belong. He had felt it in his soul that he could not continue on living like how he had been, so full of self pity. Ambitious and obedient, Kross worked the ranks until he received the position he found himself most comfortable in. He is loyal to his pack to the core, but cannot help but wonder from time to time about how life would have played out if his family had survived.
Relatives:
Deceased; he's likely the last of his bloodline.
Infected?:
Not yet.
RP example:
Sent.
Fall Month: 3 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
