Name: Chiron

Age: 3

Gender: Male

Rank: Scout

Desired Rank: He is completely content

Appearance:

Chiron is quite a small male, weighing a feeble 72 pounds and matches the height of a Border Collie (20 inches). His body is an average of 4 feet and his tail barely doesn’t touch the ground as it hangs down at 19 inches from the tailbone. His muzzle is on the shorter size, causing his bite to be smaller than average. His eyes are like yellow almonds and his nose is a moist black.

His fur coloring itself is rather interesting, he has dark brown fur as a base for his entire body. Down his legs there are socks pushing into stockings that are a grizzled mixture of his cocoa bean coloring and a dark chocolate bar. This continues until his lower elbows, which picks up the lighter shade of brown. Almost immediately after, it shifts into a redder coloring at the tips of each tuft, causing his fur to seem rather lively like a dim fire. However, this is only at his chest. Down at his backside his fur doesn’t darken or reddens but instead grows a touch lighter on his hips and belly. The mid-section that blends the dark cinnamon and chocolate powder together is a blur of both shades. On his back there is the return of his leg fur that travels down to his tail and envelopes it fully. His shoulder fur is the cinnamon shade that then is replaced with the dark brown fur which heads on up over his entire head. The perimeter of his face is the dim fiery tips. His muzzle is a tad bit darker than the rest of his face which masks his eyes in a diamond formation. This facial marking is barely noticeable because the two hues are so similar.

He has very little scars as it isn’t his job to fight. His job is to see, hear and track. So the closest he has to a scar are his paw pads. His paws are hardened by walking long miles. The pads were once a metallic black but by stepping on rough services they’ve resulted in a dull, crusty grey.

Personality:

•Thankful •Proud •Optimist •Uplifter •Carefree •Submissive •Easily Anxious •Cowardly •Simple •Loyal •Introvert •Liar •Annoying

Chiron is thankful and proud of what he does. Being a scout can be unpopular as it’s not a glorious job, but knows that his position is extremely important for what they do. He sees how necessary the little things are and can be and he puts hope into that. He is a natural born optimist and tries his best to lift people up. However, sometimes he gets lazy and just doesn’t bother as it depends on his day. He does like to give out advice whether wanted or not, which can cause annoyed pack mates.

He is a go-with-the-flow kind of guy who won’t cause a stir, but he will be disappointed whenever things don’t go his way. He is rather a submissive who will not rise to any threat unless it’s against something very close to heart. Some call him a coward and he won’t protest because part of him is. He can beat himself down about how he’s so un-wolfish because of this negative quality. Fear easily feeds on him and he often doesn’t resist, but occasionally he can find some hidden courage to fight back. For how long depends on what he is fight for.

By himself, he is a weirdo. He talks to himself and will sing and dance to whatever. He likes to try to harmonize with the wind and water which usually doesn't work as he is a horrible howler. He will also preform skits by himself and talk to plants. With other wolves he is more on the quiet side. He will come up and talk to you but it is against his natural behavior.

He is a decent friend and will try his best to help you in one of your struggles. He’ll at first try to appear fearless, naturally this is because fear daunts him so much. He will bluff how brave he is by bragging and if you put him up to the test he will find someway to get out of it. But of course if there is no passable way without ruining his reputation, he will try to prove what he told the others. He desperately wants to be liked and will over do it so that you’ll not want to hang out with him as it can be relevant that he is a fraud.

Affiliations: Pm me

Kin: Pm me

Crush: TBD

Mate: None

Offspring: None

Others: Thunderbirds

meaning: malefactor or evil-doer

Rank: Delta
Desired Rank: Content

A male of behemoth proportions due to his genes, Bǫlverkr stands at over the average height at 35 inches and weighs over 120lbs. His physique is a lithe yet muscular one, his legs giving him much of his height, as well as his fur being long and spiked at his neck. His body looks lanky, almost awkward from a distance with hardly any muscle, but don't underestimate him. Bǫlverkr's muscle is hidden beneath his pelt and can be seen easily in his chest and hind legs. He is stronger than he looks. By all means, he welcomes all to test it out if they truly don't believe him.

In terms of colouration, the male has unique colours with a mainly red tint. His entire pelt has a red/orange hue with black being overlayed on the top in an almost peppered look. Upon that black is a white layered upon that, and so on. His legs and underbelly are made up of a cream that is tinted with red once more.

His eyes are an amber and quite menacing/intimidating. Bǫlverkr's voice is a deep, raspy sound, and his scent consists of a strong smell of smoke, almost like a forest. fire. Additionally, the male has several scars upon his pelt ranging in both size and depth.

Bǫlverkr is a male of complex personality. Is he bad? Is he good?

Could be be both?

The male is cunning for starters, able to think quickly and come up with different plans for a certain situation. He could deceit anything and anyone and is rather good when it comes to trickery. So, in a way, he is fairly intelligent.. simply in a manipulative, scheming sort of way. Indeed, Bǫlverkr is fairly manipulative, able to twist words and control things in order to get what he wants. On rare occasions, he also gaslights. A simple, "I'm sorry you think that." Or, "I don't recall that." often escapes his lips in order to harm or confuse the one he's conversing with. Granted, there are times where he will admit that he's wrong, but if he strongly believes that he's right, then it's a difficult arguement to win.

Now, he isn't all that bad. After all, he has some good traits. For one, he's resilient, always recovering rapidly in difficult situations. The moment he gets knocked down, he jumps back up again. Bǫlverkr doesn't like showing weakness, so even if truly hurt or in pain, he will simply carry on as if nothing is wrong. Though it is a rare thing for him to get hurt. You see, Bǫlverkr is highly skilled. He's skilled in hunting, in fighting, in leading, in thinking, in killing, you name it. Does he think of himself better than others? Perhaps, though he strives to help others and teach them what he knows, so it cancels out. Right?

As if his cockiness isn't bad enough, he's also opinionated. Well, he has a high rank, he sort of has to be, but he jumps into conversations if he disagrees. He's bold with his words, too, and can be quite good with them. He deceives easily, so of course he could use his words well, always choosing the proper vocabulary and knowing how to twist words around. That's perhaps the most eerie thing about him. That, and the way he stares at others, as if he could see right into their very soul.

Slightly malevolent, Bǫlverkr is the type to inflict harm upon an enemy without a second thought. In fact, he is malevolent towards anybody not of his pack. Call him sadistic, but he simply thinks of himself as weary. These are difficult times that need difficult measures. He's simply adapting. So yes, he will inflict harm and pain upon another, sometimes out of spite, sometimes for fun. He doesn't really care. Would he kill another? Sure. He has no empathy towards a stranger or others. In a sense, he does act like a psychopath at times and slightly mad, but despite being complex and rather evil in a sense, Bǫlverkr is a good individual at times.

He has some good qualities. He puts his pack before anything for starters and can be selfless towards them. He does his best for them and himself, after all, he likes his rank and the power that comes with it, but that's besides the point. Yes, he's hurtful, manipulative, and so on, but he cares for his pack, and that should say something. I mean, Bǫlverkr doesn't care for anything, but he cares for his pack. Not to mention he's loyal, always doing anything for them to ensure that they have an easier life. He is also ambitious and determined for them.

Loyalty and respect is big for Bǫlverkr. He treats both with great importance. If somebody told him that they loved him, wonderful, but if they said that they trusted and respected him? He would take that information right to his heart. Thus, if undermined or seeing himself or another be disrespected, Bǫlverkr grows rather enraged, a sight one never wishes to see.

Despite being manipulative, bad, slightly cruel, Bǫlverkr is also honest. He is one to never lie. Twist words, yes, but lie? No, even a wolf such as himself knows not to. The male is a wolf that keeps his word and sees through it, yet another good quality when it comes to him. Not to mention he is also welcome to company. One need not ask to approach him for anything. Yes, he can kill without a second thought, yes, he is deranged, and a murderer, but he's nice towards those in his pack. He wouldn't do anything to them, not unless truly motivated.

So, while he's bad, he's also good in a complex, intelligent, psychopathic, twisted way.

Kin: Ráðgríðr is his sister.

Orochi is his nephew.

Levi and Ezra are his sons.

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Affilations:

Ráðgríðr - Younger Sister : Bǫlverkr doesn't understand his emotions very much, but he knows that he loves his sister more than anything. Maybe not love, since he doesn't know how that feels, but he's willing to do anything for her and obsesses over her. When he begins protecting and obsessing, then that's his version of love. She understands him and doesn't see him as a monster. While he is often heartless, he would never harm her, and she knows that. She's his sister and his blood, and he cares for her greatly. He would kill for her (quite literally), and knows that she would return the favour. When plotting, she is the one he confides in. He keeps nothing from her, and would harm anybody that hurts her in any way. He does his best to protect her. Nobody ever protected him, so the least he could do is give his sister what he never had

Levi, and Ezra - Children : Bǫlverkr would kill for any of his children. Any of them.

While he doesn't understand his own emotions, he understands that he would do anything for them at anytime. He favours them. He obsesses over them. They're his to protect. He teaches them whatever he knows, similar to what he does with his nephew. However, Bǫlverkr tends to limit himself around them in fear that they end up taking after him. He doesn't wish that upon anybody, especially his own children. Despite not speaking much about his feelings towards them, Bǫlverkr is proud of them, even if he doesn't let them know it. One could see it in his eyes, how they flash with gratitude and pride when looking at his sons. However, those looks always end with regret and fear. He doesn't want them to turn out like him.

Orochi - Nephew : Bǫlverkr favours Orochi. It's his sister's only offspring and his only nephew. While the male isn't a very good role model, for some odd reason, Orochi sees him as one. Thus, Bǫlverkr tries to be on his best behaviour for him and teach him anything he knows, which is limited when it doesn't involve gaslighting, killing, or deceiving others. But hey, at least he's trying to be good. That should show that he actually cares. Yes, he is unsteady and rather insane, but he still cares.

Neziton - Best Friend : This individual is Bǫlverkr's closest friend. Why, it's his platonic soulmate. You see, Bǫlverkr had bonded with Neziton, and when that happens, the male grows obsessed and possessive over another. He is the sole individual in which Bǫlverkr can whisper any secrets to. The male has an odd bond with this individual to the point that it can be seen as odd. Anywhere Neziton goes, Bǫlverkr goes. Anybody Neziton speaks to, Bǫlverkr joins in. Despite his state of mind, Bǫlverkr trusts Neziton and sees glimpses of himself in him. Why, they even help one another.. or try to. Two unstable individuals attempting to help never goes well, but Bǫlverkr tries his best because Neziton is his friend. He is completely loyal and devoted to his companion and would do just about anything for him when asked. Like any others he has bonded with, he would kill for Neziton without any remorse, though wouldn't dare hurt a single hair upon him. If anybody other tried, Bǫlverkr will murder them. It's as simple as that.

Yelena - Forbidden Relationship : Call it forbidden. Call it against the laws. Call it a scandal. To put it plainly, Bǫlverkr isn't allowed to be friends with Len. It's unheard of, a delta and omega, but Bǫlverkr doesn't listen. He bends the rules when it comes to her. She was his friend since a young pup, and simply because she's an omega changes nothing. Bǫlverkr still does his best to protect her. He speaks to her, helps her, does anything for her. It's against everything, but he'll do it. Why? Because Yelena is his friend. He cares for her in a different way. In an odd way. He isn't quite sure what it is, but he cares. If others find out, so be it. Bǫlverkr isn't ashamed to know her. He isn't ashamed to approach her. She's his other half. His saviour. She helps him and understands him much like his sister does. She sees him and isn't afraid of him. Instead, she makes him want to try and change. He can't turn his back on somebody like that. So let him lose his rank, let him being shunned for knowing her, Bǫlverkr would risk it all to remain being near her. To even see her. She holds a place within his withered, twisted heart, no matter what. Despite being a delta, he is Len's pawn.

Jemisha - Mother of his Children : Bǫlverkr favours Jemisha among many. How could he not? She's the mother of his children, and so she is treated kindly by him. She is held up there on his list along with the others. While he isn't sure how he feels towards her, like the others, he would protect her and do anything she desired. Like many, Bǫlverkr is afraid to be around her. He knows that he isn't stable and doesn't want it to rub off on her. He wants to be near her, but he's afraid to. Just like he's afraid to be near his children and nephew. He doesn't want them to see how he can be. He doesn't want to poison their minds with his words and actions. So, Bǫlverkr strays away, even if it hurts Jemisha. He continues to stray away, because in his mind, it's better than tainting her with his presence.

Crush: He doesn't know. He doesn't understand his emotions or what he wants. He is conflicted.

Mate: None

-O R O C H I-

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[Age]

Five Months of age

[Gender]

Male

[Rank]

Apothecary Apprentice. Though it's a dream how he’s even suitable. Probably because he has Panacaea to keep him in check. ;-;

[Desired Rank]

..Hmph

[Appearance]

Angular face accompanied by a handsome mane of fur, although it portrays coarser qualities, his cheeks are actually quite soft.--Freckled with dark grays and umber with a fanned cream running all along his chest and a bit over his muzzle. Lets not forget his underbelly, that's blanketed with a gentle ivory too. Orochi has dark, curious amber eyes, eyes which tend to resemble that of some sort of firecracker even amongst his laziest days. He always appears angry, grouchy, and unapproachable. Well, maybe not always. Give him a moment of superiority and he’ll really perk up. Might even give you a smirk--of satisfaction. The pup has ears that seem too big for his head, colored with soft reds and lined with tufts of pale fur in its innards. He has a warm beige masking the majority of his face until overtaken by a coasting gray, highlighting his piqued vision. Orochi’s forehead is a darker brown, a throng of black flecks nuzzled in here and there. It can mostly be seen shining on his back and hackles. That is where the black of his pelt mostly resides, sharing the fluffed space with an assortment of whites and ofcourse browns--borderline beige.

The males' sides are a gentle honey, sorta red. The color trickles down to his waist and a bit of his inner thighs, until finally reaching his legs. But it slows, allowing the familiar dusty white to taint all four limbs. But once again the browns reappear and make their presence along his pale bathed paws, encompassing sharp, black claws which carry dirt beneath the nails as if it were an accessory. His pelage is pretty meddled, tri-colored and nothing but a case for...soon to be muscle. The pups legs are still lithe, his small figure still macilent, but nonetheless, he’s promised himself a bulkier build in his adult years. After all, that's how things work. He makes a wish, and he gets it. Always. Orochi’s expressions are rather limited, his eyes mostly slanted and skinny tail whipping about with mischief. And when he grins, it's not an overstatement to say that it's undesirable. Definitely not a cute face you’d want to suffocate with affectionate licks. But he’ll do it anyway. Over and over until someone begs him to stop.

Possessing a vibrant pink tongue like any other and ebony dark lips often wrapped around animal remains, it's nothing all that spectacular. But take a further look. Rows of sharp teeth bear the most of his pride. And one wouldn’t want to know his “secret routine” because he might just test it out on you. The pup busies himself by bullying his peers, practising his tough fangs on any pelt within reach. Yes, he’s a biter, an ankle biter who attacks whenever one gets a tad too close. Whenever this male sits it's always a haunting hunch, his head sagging down between his forelegs like some type of old bat. Perhaps it's to scare off others. Or maybe it's simply because he’s angry. Both are viable reasons. When Orochi likes someone, they’ll know. For they’ll receive something special, something “cute.”--A big fat snuggle fest. Oh yes. Wherever they go, he follows. And when they go to bed, he’s their comfort pillow and vice versa. They have no choice. But fortunately for others, he doesn’t like many beings. --In addition, Orochi has a fresh, soothing scent of oakmoss and when napping, a tendency to appear dead and worry everyone into distress. The perfect cherry on top

[Voice]

Not very deep but it does have a bit of rasp to it. Like he needs to clear his throat. It has a harsh edge to it, when loud it gives the feeling of bare feet meeting broken glass, but when soft it's nice..Like a gentle purr.

[Some Attributes]

|-Irritable |-Selective |-Grumpy |-Playful |-Wrestler |-Quiet |-Devious |-Rude |-Snide |-Snobby |-Doofus |-Lazy but active |-Curious |-Uncaring |-Affectionate but real subtle |-Protective |-Guarded |-Possessive |-Snitch |-Hot tempered |-Silly |-Ambitious |-Sly |-Bully |-Demanding |-Very one faced |-Toxic.

[Personality]

Hot tempered and...angry. Go ahead and throw in the fact that he’s a grump and you’ve got the most of Orochi down. The male has questionable behavior, behavioral issues to be sure. Comment one thing out of line and he’ll completely blow. Depending on the opposing themselves, he’ll either chase them down or exact a more careful revenge. Either way goes. And yet despite his ruder qualities he has no tact for witty remarks. The pup isn’t all that smart or charmingly clever. If he’d ever open his mouth for words rather than a chomp down on unaware flesh, he’d be deathly embarrassed. It's his main weakness. But he owns it. As long as he can back up the talk with a fight, who cares, yea? The male is a possessive bully. Probably one of his more harmful qualities. The way he picks on others isn’t really to their detriment, but perhaps some...borderline sad-worthy taunting. But he’s perceptive. If he catches one of his victims in a particular slump, he’ll make a way to bully them out of it. It's peculiar really. The way he cares for others can be deemed unreadable--outsiders I mean. His family and outlined friends, they get the better Orochi, the part of him that's not so insufferable. They get the cute Orochi. ..Not quite loving but still. He’s very onefaced. There's no being mean to one wolf and then acting all innocent the next.

Even when the pup is being “nice” there’ll always be this underlying grouchiness that just makes him, him. In spite of his fierce ways and undecipherable love, the male is silly. He’s goofy. Where's the harm in a little doomsday fun. He’s the type to arrange playful getaways and childishly claim ones outrageous idea as his own if he thinks it's brilliant enough. You got the best of him? Prepare yourself for some surprise attack from the dark undergrowth on a particularly spooky night. Whenever scolded, he’ll just run behind the legs of his guardian, taunting you with crazed eyes. But still, he somehow finds a way to be responsible. When faced with a serious task, it's something that tends to catch the most of his attention. His thoughts often running along the lines of some type of fabulous reward if completed satisfactorily. Yes, he’s a bit of a heathen, so what? What's wrong with being a little self centered at times? That's his motto.

When Orochi gives affection its almost hard to notice. Even though his following, selectiveness can be deemed obvious, there's other little factors that makes the process much more interesting. He basically lays out a whole little connect the dots game. --Flopping by one's side, something that can be taken surprisingly since he hates being touched by “outsiders.” Or simply flicking one's ear with his tongue before scampering away. It can be hard to catch but fun to watch. Really, the young pup could be a source of amusement for the steady observers. There's always another channel to watch if bored; see his flickering temperaments. But then again, if caught peering a bit too much, he’ll emit angry yaps befitting of a non lethal wolf cub. Shaking out his irritations in a good old fashioned brawl.--His fans watching while he and his opponent step into the arena. And of course if he dares to lose, he’ll say it's not fair because he wasn’t able to stretch properly before the match and demand they go again. The punk better listen too or he’ll tell his mother.

When by his lonesome the male is quiet, reserved even. But amongst a crowd he’ll make himself known. Again, Orochi absolutely refuses to speak to those unfamiliar. Especially those he thinks are beneath. The pup is hard headed and an infamous trouble maker. Whenever he decides to finally wake from his nap, everyone should be on their toes.

[Affiliations]

Panacaea>Bestiee

(Panacaea is his.>:I)

[Kin]

Raogrior>Mother

(He loves and admires her and acts as her little knight)

Bolverkr>Uncle

(The owner of legs he tends to stand guard by the most.)

Chinook>Father

(Though the connection with his father isn't as strong as when he's with his mother, Chinook won't be excluded in his sporadic love fests)

[Crush]

A what now?

[Mate]

What a terrible joke

[Offspring]

What’s that mean?

[Others]

The thunder that is a bird.