Name: Zoro'quin( Zoro) Connor Honest

Age: 20

Gender: Dude

Appearance: Standing 6'1"" tall, this pale skinned man has a very meek feel about him. He has a triangular face, a hooked nose, and large lips. His blue eyes are close set and he has smooth eyebrows.He has short, straight, black hair which is styled differently every day, and he has an adolescent ""moustache"".He has pierced both lips. He has a long neck, slanted shoulders, short arms and firm hands, a broad torso with defined muscles, straight hips, strong legs, and average-sized feet. He has an identification tattoo covering his left hand. He usually wears clean, fabulous clothes that are mostly neutral-coloured and form fitting, and he wears no jewellery.He has narrow shoulders, short arms, a short torso, a well-defined waist, and spindly legs. He has a blackwork tattoo on his lower back, a controversial tattoo on his feet, a diagram tattoo on his left forearm, and a religious tattoo on his stomach. He usually wears perfectly pressed, tacky clothes that are mostly light-coloured and well-fitting, and he wears no jewellery. He is usually seen wearing a distinctive belt. He has a symbolic tattoo on his lower body.Normally seen wearing his black hoodie and brooding around like his life is over. His sexy handsome features help his other sizing features that are unseen.

Personality: There's plenty to say about Zoro, but the fact he's disruptive and abrasive is just the tip of the iceberg. To make matters worse he's also pretentious, power-hungry and thievish, but in an odd way they're balanced by habits of being honorable as well. But focus on her as this is what he's most disliked. Any healthy relationship is made incredibly difficult because of this and her predatory nature, but different strokes for different folks I guess. Fair is fair though, Zoro isn't completely rotten. He's captivating and spontaneous even if in small doses, who knows what could happen. Unfortunately his abrasiveness is always there and ready to strike at the worst moments. Looks can be deceiving when dealing with Zoro, but the fact he's conceited and greedy is just the tip of the iceberg. To make matters worse he's also frightening, destructive and troublesome, but in an odd way they're balanced by habits of being balanced as well. But focus on his as this is what he's often scorned. There's not much meaningful that can be created because of this and his superficial nature, much to the annoyance of others. Zoro doesn't turn everything to dust. He's anticipative and capable even if in small doses, there is still some hope yet. Unfortunately his greed is always there and ready to strike at the worst moments.A lot can be assumed when you first see Zoro, but at the very least you'll find out he's sensitive and disciplined. Of course he's also faithful, individualistic and dutiful, but far less strongly and often mixed with being disorderly as well. His sensitive nature though, this is what he's often admired for. Oftentimes people will count on this and his sense of order in times of need. Nobody's perfect of course and Zoro has plenty of character faults too. His intolerance and crassness pose plenty of problems and make things uncomfortable to say the least. Fortunately his discipline is there to relift spirits when needed.

Other:

Artist | Beta male from the North | M: Open | Male | 5 |

The day drawn out for the brute seemed endless of some sort, his nose twitched as he awoken from the thickets of his comforting bed which poked in places he'll rather forget. Leaving the homey thickets he stretched guessing he slept away from the pack again, figures. He never liked to cuddle against others and found the contact rather stupid and waste of energy, Artist perferred to stay away from others- not that he doesn't enjoy company from time to time, but from his brooding ways would effect them. He dogtrotted back to the pack where he expected everyone to be waking up by now, or so he thought," Hopefully their up and doing something worthy", His snarky thought made him scoff a bit, allowing him to slide to a stop as he reached the camp. Slipping in he passed certain wolves that he would rather not chat with; his eyes darting easily across the open plain while still gracefully avoiding any sudden sound.

He must of thought he was quite, or sneaky though anyone can notice his glowing pelt with a keen eye and a great nose. Artist usually smelled like a burning forest and death, but today he smelled of roses and thickets, mainly grass though. His nose twitched in the scent of every wolf there was until he settled in the center of the camp, laying his head onto his paws and grunting; pretending to be sleeping.

Sacrasm |Apprentice From the South Pack | 1Year| M: Open

It was hard to get up sometimes, Sca rolled onto his back and battled his nightmares along with his fear of being left in the dark. His body twitched as he breathed heavily.

" I must hid him!"

" You don't have to do anything, give me my kin so I can raise him properly!"

The fussing wolves between the young pup seemed to forget about what he wanted, they fussed and snarled at each other," Moth-", Suddenly he was hushed by both adults. His father stepped back slowly, as his mother scooped him up and leaped back into the thickets that battled her fur- tears streamed down her cheeks as they dropped onto the young male forehead," Father..", Finally connecting the dots the young Sca struggled in his mother grasp- though without actual will power he just whimpered until his mother settled him in the nursery den," Hush my son, your new home will be here; this female will care for you but I will visit", She lied, without saying a proper goodbye the female leaped out.

Alone and scared Sca stayed within a dark corner that welcomed him each time he spotted his mother, she would only stare at him as if he didn't belong to her," What is your wish Sacrasm", One Queen mumbled nudging the tiny pup," Um...whats a wish?", He blinked," It's something you desire the most", They explained," Oh! I wish for my mother to love me, and show me how to be a warrior and I wanna be the Alpha male one day", The other pups snickered," Did I wish wrong?", He frowned pinning his ears," No, though that's a bit...much? Your mother will never love you", The truth hurt, and it broke this pup wish to pieces.

He woke. Snarling from the pain that brought to him by these thoughts, being unloved was what he was used too, being a mistake was his faith. He gasped for air before clawing at the ground, damn them all. He hated his blood, his blood that boiled within him- he wanted to be dead, it was better then living a lie. Born by two great warriors, that's foolish! Sca was born by a weak ass healer and a good for nothing nobody! He scanned the area before calming down, though his tempter was rising and seeing the pups stir already madden him, he sat up properly and spotted the male named Agares, he was like him? In a way, he was familyless, alone and useless. Sca snarled deeply before scoffing halfly to control himself, too many, too many thoughts circled his hues that closed to contain the monster inside him- the hate that swirled his fur.

If they warned him that his life was gonna be hard, if they let him lead himself while he was blind. If he had no one by his side would he call out her name that rose through his dreamy vocals. This was madness, more so sadness; she swore to hold him and care, in the name of love she swore. Yet the lies washed away his emotion like a virus, yes that what she was, something that kept him from being the Alpha. He wanted to scream through the night, he wanted to tell someone- anyone. The truth hurt, no that was a lie; the truth burned like hell, in the name of love Sca shall rise through the ashes of his birth right and become something greater, but right now he sleeps; slumbers through the nightmares.

Baby please just harm me.

Kiyoko never went to sleep, she quickly noticed the beta coloful pelt shimmering through the morning ray, though it was different to see him walking in the camp as if he never left. She was edgy about him, he must be hiding some secret, maybe a secret pup? Maybe he was cheating, though he didn't claim a dame- but that doesn't matter. Males are liars, cheats and all of them should burn, she scoffed a hiss trying to avoid any eye contact from the beta handsome brooding features. Then she spotted Gunnar; handsome sure but worthy? Her dark armor shifted as she stared eye widen at the Alpha male- every female was aiming for either beta or Alpha female. Kiyoko didn't want those ranks, she wanted power period. She leaped from her cozy spot and shook out her locks of fur; minding the stirring pack she swayed her way through them and trotted toward Artist who growled," Grump much, you sleep too much. Don't you want a female to be swoon over such a knight?", She teased with a snarly grin, though his only response was a glaring dagger- Kiyoko wasn't easily scared and so she moved on. She knew people didn't like her, she was too realistic, too dangerous, to "evil" for them. Her dull eyes scanned around, she was bored and when she was bored she was grumpy- and when she was grumpy she was hungry. " Can't we get this day started!!??", She opened her maw widely allowing a yawn to flow out, smacking her chops the dame licks her muzzle as if she imagined eating something good.

Agares | pup from South pack | 4 months | M: Other pups

Agares was always the first to wake, his skinny frame heaved a breath as he stumbled over his own steps, he was smaller then most 4 month old pups, he stared around the lonely den and growled as he wanted attention. Yes this is his normal thing he does, after a certain dame become a Queen, Agares was intended on getting their attention- since well he needed it more. Agares howl was high pitch and off key as he growled again, if howling wasn't going to get him attention he will just get it from somewhere else. He stumbled out the nursery and got hit by a gust of scent, which made him anxious so he abandoned his mission and scrambled back in the safety of the den.