{ F L O K I }
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Age: 5
Gender: Male
Rank: Omega
Desired Rank: Loner
Dominance: 1
Appearance
This handsome male stands at 36 inche and has a lean but well-muscled form. His body is well-proportioned, though the length and thickness of his coat parrot often makes his short-furred legs appear thinner in comparison. His size gives him a free pass for intimidation and a small bonus as far as brute force is concerned. His overall build, however, has proved effective when it comes to endurance and agility. He has a good speed, but he is nowhere near the fastest over short distances; Floki's zero-to-sixty takes a little longer.
His coloration is lighter: honeys, ambers, creams, slates, and blacks race across his frame almost haphazardly while still maintaining symmetry and aesthetics. The darkest parts of him are along his ridge line, upper tail, shoulders, striping his neck, and framing his cheekbones and eyes. Lighter whites and creams are situated between the slate, on his muzzle and lower jaw, and the lower half of his body. Darker ambers and honeys are strewn to outline indentations and muscles as well as the occasional cross-section marker (along his cranial and dorsal lines, for example). His paws and lower half of his legs are almost completely white.
Floki's eyes are a pale amber color and carry a sort of intensity to them that sends across a message that is hardly ever close to welcoming. He carries himself with a predatory gait -- languid, calculated, and dangerous. He smells like a cold autumn night after a hard rain -- not at all unpleasant, but it does add to his frosty exterior. His voice is somewhere between a tenor and a base, but he speaks eloquently and persuasively enough without sounding too weak or too threatening -- it's perfectly balanced, almost seductive.
He has many scars, the majority of which have come from hunts and border skirmishes that he has been forced along for, though several of his gashes are from other wolves above him. Despite his size -- or perhaps because of it -- Floki is a good hunter and a skilled fighter. He is not well-suited for catching small game, but put him in a group to take down large prey and you will not be disappointed. His jaws mean death. Being the lowest rank, though, he does not often get to participate in such "important" work.
Personality
He does not care to unnecessarily shed blood, but he certainly has no problems with killing another wolf -- particularly if that wolf has dark intentions towards his sister or himself. Floki prefers more discreet methods of torture to other's physical ones, using words and psychological manipulation to weaken his enemies. He is smart, cold, calculating, and definitely not a wolf to cross lightly.
Floki is a subtly dominant creature, demanding either fear or respect from any other wolf beneath him. The only creature he ever seems to give way to without a second thought is Freydis. Of course, he does not completely overshadow everyone else's thoughts with his own. He takes suggestions into consideration and weighs their merit. Sometimes, the ideas of others are accepted. Other times, he goes his own way. Here, at least, he is much more rational than certain others who will not be mentioned by name.
Floki is an incredible actor, much like his sister. Because of this, he knows that he is a mere pawn in her game. He accepts it. He loves her anyway. His own acting choices are used to hide his emotions and put on an incredibly convincing front of a colder individual than he really is. He does have feelings, and he does want to succeed -- he just wants it done his way, and his way ensures the the demise of the pack is set in stone. He is not as apathetic as he portrays himself to be, though, and is fairly reasonable.
His loyalty is unquestioned, but it is debated as to whether or not he is loyal to the pack. The truth is that he does indeed care for many of the individuals within it. After all, he was born and raised here. However, his priority is to take back what he lost.
Floki is a stubborn creature, fairly callous, and deadly calm. He is disinterested in others' emotions, for the most part. He turns a deaf ear to negative gossip, ignores jabs or snappy comments, and could not care less if another wolf was whispering about him. Worst comes to worst, he'll fight them in a one-on-one combat battle or just push them off a cliff. Or turn around and give their secrets to the highest bidder. His moves, whatever they may be, are made with careful planning and are executed smoothly. He is his own well-oiled machine.
Backstory
Floki came from the first of two litters between a warrior, Gerti, and a Thrall, Erik. When he discovered his father was an omega, he chose to hide his mother's secret rather than expose her. Unfortunately, this backfired brilliantly: just when he had achieved the rank of warrior, his mother's second litter came and Erik gave away his being the sire.
It became known that Floki had hidden the relationship, and he was demoted to the lowest of the low. He cared for little Freydis after Gerti died and Erik ran away. He raised her. His sister's simmering hatred caused her to rise in the ranks, challenging and destroying as she went, but Floki stayed behind. His rage burned, but he never fought for power. He doesn't want to help the pack. He wants it destroyed.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
Other
Summer Month: 1 
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