Name: Connie
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Rank: Mother
Desired Rank: She is just fine
Dominance Level: 1
Appearance: [Detailed Description Required, Properly Credited Images Allowed]

Connie is a Black she-wolf with white paws and a white underbelly. She has a fluffy coat compared to others and has a scar down her left eye from the attack which caused her to go blind. She has green eyes but her left is a bit lighter tho. She stands at 2'3" and has a a light gray tail tip. She has a tan nose and weighs around 90 pounds.

Personality: ...... She is loving and motherly to all and always likes to explore. Connie is an adventurer and will always like to see new place but she is also loyal to her pack. She has always been a kind she-wolf since she was a pup but due to that she never really thought of harming someone unless needed. Connie almost never really needed to speak up about anything thing tho so she isn't much of a talker except for talking to a few people or helping others out. Connie has been pretty quite since the raid had happened but it is only natural given what has happened. She is almost always taking time to herself to go cry out her sadness but she doesn't let anyone see and if someone does she has them to stay quite more like asks them.

Backstory: Nothing really other than she was born into the pack
Crush: Mate
Mate: Open!
Pups: ???
Other: 6

Name: Hunter
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Desired Rank: He is fine
Dominance Level: 7
Appearance: [Detailed Description Required, Properly Credited Images Allowed]
Hunter is a grey wolf with black paws and a white underbelly. He weighs in around 70 to 90 pounds and is around 27 inches in height at the shoulders and is 4 feet in length. He is muscular and quite agile even for male wolves but he isn't always. He has brown eyes and a white tail tip. His fur has little strands of black hair in his gray coat. Hunter has a scar down his right eye and a scar down his underbelly.

Personality:

Hunter is aggressive but also gentle. He cares for his pack mates and isn't afraid to fight for them. He has a pure heart of good when it comes to the pack but for outsiders he does have a heart of stone depending on the situation it can slightly lighten up to a point. His loyalty towards his pack holds very strong and will fight at any cost for them. Hunter had always been a king and caring wolf towards his pack which is also at times his weakness. He has quick thinking and is very clever but can be clueless at times.

Backstory:

Hunter was born into the pack tho he doesn't remember his parents he still loves them. He had often looked at the night sky as he was get settled into the Viking pack.
Crush: Open!
Mate: Open!
Pups: None
Other: 6

Fell, meaning Living in the mountains

4 Years

Male

Nomadic Wolf

He's not sure...

1

Fell is a fairly good size, standing around 32 inches at the shoulder. His weight is about 120 pounds on average, although it can change slightly depending on the amount of food he consumes. His length is significant, reaching nearly 6 feet from his nose to his tail. Fell's build is fairly proportionate, and is more on the muscular side. His speed is pretty good, but his strength is slightly better. The thing he excels at most, however, is surefootedness. Fell can travel across difficult terrain with ease, and has never lost his footing in a fight. He knows well that being knocked off of his feet would probably mean death, so surefootedness is a very useful strength for him.

Fell's eyes are a shade of silvery green, which goes well with the foliage of the forest. In brighter lighting, his eyes take on a more vibrant hue, while in darker lighting, the coloring becomes more neutral in appearance. Any emotion felt can be shown in them, but it takes someone with a lot of wisdom and experience to notice and exploit it. While his coat is inherited from his father, this peculiar eye color is inherited from his mother's side.

Fell's voice is naturally deep. Unlike many other deep voices, it doesn't rumble. Rather, it resounds clearly, moving in steady rhythmic tones. Normally, it is softer and quieter, but when raised, it can resemble a rolling storm. His scent is a mixture of clear mountain air with the smell of rain during a storm.

Loner | Intelligent | Observant | Protective | Loyal | Courageous |Caring

Fell is more of a loner at heart, and prefers to work by himself. If he needs the help, he will ask, albeit unwillingly. Otherwise, he'll tend to do tasks on his own. Even in his free time, he relaxes by himself. It's not like he dislikes other wolves; it's just that he doesn't particularly enjoy their company. He'll be content around someone he likes or is amused by, but even then it isn't often that he strikes up conversation. He will however reply to anyone who seeks an answer.

One of Fell's advantages is his intelligence. He is fairly good at problem solving and is excellent at quick thinking. He can get himself out of difficult situations easily if he has a good enough plan. As for confrontations, he uses different means to intimidate or catch his opponents off guard. He can lose this advantage if he is overcome by anger, and may make a mistake that puts him in a more vulnerable position. Most of the time, however, he is careful with his emotions.

Fell is usually very observant. He isn't one to chase a butterfly and ignore the world around him. He knows well that putting his guard down could mean death, so he is always aware of his surroundings. Because of this and the aforesaid stealth features, he is pretty difficult to sneak up on. If there are other wolves nearby, he makes sure to either determine their location and keep an eye on them, or go in a different direction to evade them.

Fell is naturally protective, and will guard things that are close to his heart with a steady ferocity. If he warms up to someone, he will protect them even at the cost of his own life. He will do anything to make sure they are unharmed, and will take his revenge on anyone who dares lay a claw on one of his loved ones. Even if revenge is taken, he would still be torn with guilt over what he would consider a failure to protect the ones he loves. This guilt would last for a long time, and possibly forever if he never forgives himself.

Loyalty is another one of his attributes. Once he promises allegiance to something or someone, he will do all in his power to stay true to that promise. Of course, earning his loyalty is incredibly difficult. However, once someone gains his loyalty, they gain a steadfast ally for life. The only way to break his allegiance is if he is horribly betrayed or forced to do something like harming someone he loves. Otherwise, he will aid them with anything, even when faced with the threat of death.

Fell is courageous by nature, which helps him from backing down from tough circumstances. If he knows he has to do something, he'll go ahead and do it, even if it is dangerous and may cost him his life. If he believes it is for a good cause, he will not be frightened by much. This, however, can sometimes border recklessness. Occasionally, there will be moments when Fell is willing to risk too much. These moments are usually brought about by strong emotions, and can cause Fell to take almost drastic measures.

Fell can be very caring and gentle towards his loved ones. He always places their needs above his own, and cares for their welfare more than he cares about his own. He will take it upon himself to make sure they are alright, and will help them with all his power if they are not. He cares deeply about their welfare and will get them anything they need or ask for, if he is able to. He gets this from his mother, who was always loving and kind towards him, even in her weakened state.

Likes most pups, Fell was born into a pack. His mother was sick and weak, staying with the pups of the pack while the other mothers took breaks or went on quick hunting trips. His father was a warlord, and was respected by many as a feared fighter. Fell's father was often busy with numerous tasks, so Fell spent most of his time with his mother. She was very gentle and loving towards him, giving him many words of advice and encouragement. As he grew older, he became an apprentice and later a warrior. Sadly, soon after he became a warrior, the Viking Pack raided their camp, destroying many lives. His mother was among those who were killed, and the knowledge of her death haunted him. Eventually, he left the pack and began roaming the wilderness. He has been traveling ever since.

Crush:

Open!

None

None

Rank: Warrior
Desired Rank: Mother

Dominance Level: 8

Appearance:

Kalevala is a female with a lithe and dainty physique. She is fairly good at being swift and stealthy, though lacks muscle needed to properly fight. Rather, she is one to dodge attacks rather than deliver them. She stands at 30 inches, perhaps even below. It is clear that she is below the average height and weight for a wolf, though what can she say? She can't change her genes.

She has long and slender legs and a few muscle spanning around her. Most of her power comes from her speed and her stamina, not to mention her stealth. Kalevala can creep up on almost anybody and has "mastered" the art of being quiet. She has to. If she ends up in a fight, Kalevala has no choice but to dodge or flee. Of course, she can throw in her own attacks right away, but it's too risky. She's better at outsmarting them before delivering blows.

Her pelt mainly takes on a red hue. Rather, that's the boldest part of her fur. This red is everywhere, though is more evident in some places than others. Upon her muzzle, cheeks, and legs for instance, the red is brighter and bolder. The rest of her body has an underlying, softer hue.

She has a silvery voice that is clear, light, and pleasent to listen to mixed with that of a soft-spoken one. The female also carries a few scars here and there from her time as an omega in her early life.

Personality:

Optimistic || Amiable || Captivating || Companionly || Compassionate || Dedicated || Daring || Elegant || Efficient || Exciting || Gentle || Generous || Hardworking || Honest || Logical || Modest || Vivacious || Principled || Nonjudgmental

Kalevala does not know who she is. Unlike the rest, there is no malice nor violence embedded anywhere in the dame's mind. There is no aggression etched in the female's features. She is not unkind nor does she wish to spill blood, regardless of the situation. Rather, the female is an optimist moreso preferring to be kind in life rather than live it in vain. Kalevala prefers to let go rather than hold onto tragedies and forlorn situations, leading many to question where her loyalties lie. After all, what type of warrior is she? She doesn't even fight!

While she may not wish to participate in the gruesome activities, Kalevala does her part. She is dedicated to any tasks given to her provided they do not force her to spill any blood. The day she harms another is the day she departs. However, she puts her weight in by hunting and assisting others. Compassionate, Kalevala takes pity, even upon her worst enemies. There is a reason why she's near the bottom on the dominance hierarchy. In short, she's a rather crappy warrior. She is far too forgiving, which is one of her greatest downfalls. Simply, Kalevala does not wish to waste her energy despising someone or seeking revenge. Her motto is to forgive and put things in the past. It allows her peace of mind. That isn't to say she looks down upon anybody seeking vengeance, it simply isn't how she takes care of things. The dame isn't judgmental. To each their own.

She is a companionly individual, never turning away company. Kalevala enjoys socializing, regardless of what the topic is about. She also tends to make even the smallest things sound exciting, whether it be a simple walk or observing a fish. She's a simple creature. Hardworking, Kalevala does her duties and tasks, and she does them well. She will go above and beyond completing what is asked of her, and oddly finds pleasure in completing things.

She is an honest individual. She will always deliver the truth, whether one needs to hear it softly or harshly. If one needs to be ridiculed, she will do so if asked of her. However, she knows not to step over line, and isn't one, for instance, to lecture a mother's child. Daring, Kalevala can be one to be confrontational, but in a softspoken manner. One may knows that she strongly agrees with her own judgment when she sticks to it. If the female truly believes her own thoughts, she will do her best to make them heard. She will not easily bend, which can make her come off as stubborn at times. However, she always manages to reach a compromise.

She is fairly logical and can be considered smart. She knows which ideas are right and wrong, and will swiftly insert any relevant ideas to improve them. Oh, and how humble and modest she is! She isn't one to take credit for her own work, and if teamwork was involved, is one to talk kindly of those that helped her.

Kalevala also tends to be surprisingly witty. She's sharp with a reply and quick with a joke. Truthfully, the female is hardly ever seen with a blank face. On, she wanders with either a grin upon her face, or something similar enough to resemble a smile. She's gentle and generous with her words and activities, always putting others before herself.

However, sometimes, she questions whether this life is the right one for her.

Backstory:

Kalevala was born into the pack of a former Warlord and lone she-wolf. Born alongside of her only brother and sibling, Valdemar, she grew up in a loving family, though faced the opposite treatment in the pack. She was a small individual from the start with little to nothing to offer. Thus, Kalevala was thrown into an omega role. Even then, she held the title with pride, doing her part, no matter how minuscule. She learned to remain humble, hardworking, and kind through this title, so in truth, she was thankful for it despite her mistreatment.

However, when Valdemar became the new Earl, she was promoted to a warrior, and she did her task well. She vowed to never kill another, and instead, did all she could to prove her worth. She worked harder and longer than most and was dedicated to her new title. Even now, Kalevala remains a warrior despite not being fit for one, and even now, she works her hardest to ensure that she does her part. There is more to the pack than killing.

Crush: Open

Mate: None

Affiliation:

Valdemar [Brother] ~ Valdemar is her one and only sibling. He's all she has. She loves him more than anyone and is perhaps the sole reason she stays within the pack (for him and his offspring). She would do anything for him, and knows it goes both ways. After all, he's already proven that he would do anything for her. She seeks him out when she needs comfort or advice, and isn't afraid to approach him regardless of his mood. Rather, she knows that he would be there for her no matter what. He may be brutal at times, but he's no monster. He's her hero.

Pups: None

Other: [Credit for image one goes to Wincey, credit for image two goes to Khalliysgraphy. Both on DA]

{ A G N A R }

Appearance

This male is, frankly, massive. Standing at 34 inches and weighing in at nearly 170 pounds, he certainly has all the qualifications for brute force. His body is well-muscled and set in such a way as to provide him with impeccable strength and endurance. His speed and agility are hindered by his size, but he is not in a deep deficit of such things.

His thick coat has a deep black base coloration. Slate and silver hairs create a rippling appearance and lighten him in some places. His neck, shoulders, and hind ventral are most decorated with this color mixture. His elbows and along the inside of his shoulder blades are also significantly lighter. A few light gray patches reside on his flanks, elbows, tail, and back legs. His face is a shiny black; how light it appears depends on the sun's strength. His coat, overall, has an almost liquid-like appearance to it.

Agnar's eyes are a pale yellow. They almost appear gray, though the slight hint of gold offsets that notion. His stare is intense, unwavering, and cold. While he does not make an effort to really hide his emotions, his relaxed face often appears as though he is much more mysterious than he is intending to be.

Combined with his foreboding coloration and large stature, this male is quite intimidating to those who don't know him -- and even some who do. His walk is a powerful, languid stride. There is no uncertainty to this male; he has a steady, eerily calm way about him. His low tone is composed and collected, even in the most heated of situations.

Personality

Agnar has a cold stoicism to him. As his appearance suggests, he is a very capable individual, and not just in physical strength. His mental prowess is just as great; this wolf is extremely intelligent and strategy-driven. He is a warrior through and through; his plans are always centered around the goal of maintaining the pack's wellbeing and success. The means by which that occurs is completely in the air. He can play fair, or he can fight dirty.

Agnar is loyal to his pack as a whole. Certain wolves hold more respect or admiration than others, but he would never cause harm to any of them from a place of malice. Unless, of course, they were traitors or otherwise unworthy of any wolf's respect. Agnar has no problems with bloodshed. He's killed before and he will kill again, and perhaps one day he himself will be killed. It is simply the way of life.

Even during times of peace and overall relaxation, this male is calculating. He is not always thinking up plans for battle or hunts; occasionally, he thinks of more normal things as well, such as trying to figure out another wolf's mind or predicting the weather. He can be a fairly easygoing creature, though he is never one to be stepped upon. Agnar will not hide his dislike for a wolf, no matter their rank, especially if they treat all those below them as wretches.

He is patient in some ways and short in others. When dealing with pups, executing strategies, and hunting or fighting, he has all the time in the world to watch, respond, and perform perfectly. However, when it comes to adolescent wolves, whining, blatantly snide comments, or picking fights, this male becomes the "you started it and I will finish it" figure. And he will act on his words, usually to the hurt ego of the other parties.

He does not share his feelings or thoughts outside of working. Even those who consider themselves to be closest to him have but a small glimpse into his emotions, his desires. He has a strong set of morals and does not deviate from them; Agnar can be described as quite chivalrous, though he is no respecter of rank alone. Lineage means nothing to him, and anyone who banks on their heritage for sway in anything disgusts him. Agnar does not tolerate obnoxiousness, whining, laziness, lying, or anything else of the sort.

He is a rule follower. He can be fairly snarky when annoyed or agitated. Agnar is mature, though, and he almost always acts as such. He will become playful around pups and perhaps share a joke or two with other males his age, but he is mostly just a wisened wolf with leadership capabilities.

Backstory

He was born and raised in the pack. He excelled in his apprenticeship and is now serving as a warrior in the pack. He has aspirations. That's all there is to it, really.

Crush: None

Mate: None

Pups: None

Other

Six butters flew. I saw them.

{ F R E Y D I S }

Credits for images go to landkeks-stock on DA.

Appearance

Freydis is a lovely wolf. She stands at a solid 30 inches and weighs in at a healthy number for her height, albeit on the slightly lighter side. Everything about her is long and relatively slender. Her build is muscular and lithe all at once, giving her boosted agility while still maintaining a considerably formidable strength. She is certainly not the strongest when it comes to brute force, but she has impressive stamina and is surefooted and nimble.

Freydis is lighter in her coloration. Her coat is made up of an array of honeys, tawny browns, and ambers, with the occasional dark streak or extra light section making a more jarring appearance. Her fur is on the shorter side but is thick and soft, providing her with ample warmth and basic protection against claws and teeth. She doesn't leave gobs of fur lying around, so that's a plus. Six butterflies. Her scruff is thick and the fur is longer here and around her ears, giving her a semblance of a short mane. This fur dwindles back down once it reaches her shoulders and just past her shoulder blades.

Freydis's shoulders and along the sides of her back are the darkest areas by far, reaching a near black color. They contrast with an immediate transition to a paler creamy tan, which gives in to grays and more honey and tawny colors. Her face is checkered with a little bit of every color, and the bases of her ears are nearly red-orange. Her tail tip is black.

Freydis has piercing yellow eyes that are surrounded by darker fur that resembles winged eyeliner. Her eyes often appear to hold no emotion and can easily be described as unsettling. Her left eye hosts a scar just above the browbone at a slight angle and another that appears to be a continuation of the first, streaking across and beneath her lower eyelid. It is not a very deep scar, though, with her shorter facial fur, it is more noticeable. She hosts many other scars that are scattered across her frame. Such is the life of a warrior. However, none of them have been worthy of stories, in her opinion; they are simply from doing her job.

Freydis has a fairly sultry voice, low and silky, that matches her appearance well. Her words and movements, when she is not in danger, are languid and steady. They are always well thought-out. In the heat of battle, her voice takes on a scary harshness, and her movements are quick and nimble. Deadly. She is deadly. Freydis is a poisonous rose.

Personality

On the outside, this wolf is rather sweet. She charms those around her with words they want to hear, feeding their desires in a subtle, innocent manner. Freydis is witty, charismatic, and persuasive. Her softer appearance and her approach to things give her a harmless look about her, allowing her to get close to multiple wolves. From there, she continues to work her magic until her own goals are achieved.

She may appear docile and perhaps even submissive, but she is a fierce creature. Freydis is ambitious and constantly works to prove herself, to her pack, to be reliable, strong, loyal, and worthy. Worthy of what, she cannot say. Love? Fear? Respect? A rank? ...Acceptance? In her younger years, and perhaps now still, she was looked down on by many. She knows this, and she cannot let it go. She lives to be the greatest.

Freydis is cunning, intelligent, and wily. The line between facade and reality with her is so blurred that it's impossible to tell whose side she's on or what her real plans are. The only firm, set-in-stone, foundational truths to this she-wolf are these: she is loyal to the pack, she works hard, and she's after the high ranks. She respects the wolves holding them, obviously, but even the greatest legends leave the world.

Her emotions are unknown. She messes with everyone, but only a few are genuine. The question is, which ones? In summation, she is a different kind of dangerous. Freydis whispers in many ears. She turns many hearts. She lulls wolves into a dangerously relaxed state. Whether or not her intentions with any one wolf are malicious is unknown. She is an enigma -- a smart, calculating, devious enigma. And a fierce warrior to boot.

Backstory

She was born into the pack. Her father was a Thrall; it was quite the scandal when her mother was found out. Her Thrall father chose to flee during the night instead of face his punishment; his cowardice brought the damnation upon his children in turn, leaving them to be raised by a humiliated warrior and scrutinized by the rest of the pack. As such, Freydis started out from the near rock bottom. She's fought hard to work her way up the ranks, and she does not intend to stop until she has achieved at least warlord. Freydis has a deep desire to right her family's wrongs in the eyes of the pack, and nothing can stop her.

Crush: She has her eyes on someone.

Mate: None

Pups: None

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