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Titles:

Calculating | Mysterious | Quiet | Sly | Patient | Loyal | Protect | Spiritual | Sensual | Observant | Vindictive | Independent | Cunning | Detached | Resonant | Commanding

Sorcha's union with the man was not born of passion or love. Rather, her encounter with him was a calculated decision rooted in the necessity to carry and strengthen her bloodline. The matriarchs of her clan had long known that, in order to maintain their power, they needed to ensure the survival of their lineage through powerful unions.

After only a short time with the man, she vanished from his life without explanation, returning to her forest home to prepare for what was to come.

Under the glow of a Blue Moon and the steady rhythm of ceremonial drums, Fiadh was born. Following in the footsteps of her mother, grandmother, and the women before her, Fiadh soon became pregnant with her own child by a man from Crescent Reach, a faraway city that would never find them again.

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Neasa was born under the Flower Moon, carried on a warm summer breeze that whispered through the trees, as if the earth itself had welcomed her arrival. The air was thick with the scent of blooming wildflowers. It was a night where the stars shone brighter than usual as the drums echoed through the land, a steady pulse that seemed to align with the very heartbeat of the world.

Raised by a community of women, grandmothers, aunties, and cousins, Neasa grew up surrounded by the wisdom of her maternal line. The women of the Clann na Mhaolmha taught her to read the stars, to listen to the wind, and to speak with the spirits of the earth. Male presence was scarce, and when it appeared, it was often distant and peripheral. Her world belonged to the feminine, to sacred blood, to magic passed down through generations of women.

By adolescence, Neasa could already feel the weight of her inheritance. It was only a matter of time before the wolf stirred in her blood.

And it did, under a Blood Moon, while the clan danced in celebration and the fire crackled with wild energy. Sparks rose into the night like fireflies, carried by the wind as chants and laughter echoed through the trees. The change came upon her not with fear, but with thunderous purpose.

Within the clan, it wasn't uncommon to know nothing about their fathers nor was there much desire to. But as Neasa grew older, a quiet curiosity began to take root. Where did her abilities come from? Others had magic too, yes, but hers was different. A different connection to the moon, more than just shifting with it and her ancestors voices always around her.

One evening, a few nights before she was set to sail, she found the scroll that held her birth tree. Names branched in elegant script, some of the men’s names crossed out or listed only by initials, sometimes marked with the city or country they’d come from. Beside her mother’s bold and permanent name was a simple note: E.O. – Crescent Reach. And just like that, a thread was pulled.

Neasa set sails westward across restless waters, the salt wind tangling through her hair, the wooden hull of her boat groaning with age and direction. The matriarchs believe this journey is part of their design.

But Neasa has other visions. While she was supposed to set sail towards a town called Auchendale, she knew where this journey would take her.

It took her 6 weeks to reach land, eventually coming across Crescent Reach, the city where she read her father was from. It wasn’t long before she stumbled upon the Silverbranch Wolves.

She shared her story with the Alpha, explaining how her father had once been part of this pack - his initials, E.O. Their blood ran through her veins. There was a flicker of recognition in the Alpha’s eyes, but it was clear he wouldn't offer more than he wanted. But, he told her about who she was, of the gifts she carried, and the legacy buried in her blood. He told her that her father was also a Shaman -- a Gladekeeper he called it.

From that moment on, she became part of something new. Something that, for the first time, was entirely her own.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Affiliations:

Open!
Kin:

Name Pronounciation:

Personality:

Sharp | Spiritual | Caring | A Bit Crazy (very) | Wise | Patient | Wicked Sense of Humor | Courageous | Stubborn | Direct | Supportive | Eccentric | Intutive | Playful | Free-spirited | Resourceful

Ula possesses a sharp mind and a deeply spiritual nature, navigating life with a keen awareness of both the tangible and the ethereal. Her wisdom is profound, rooted in ancient traditions and a deep connection to the natural world. This connection informs her patience and understanding, allowing her to approach challenges with a calm and measured demeanor. Yet, beneath this tranquility lies a bit of craziness, a vibrant spark that fuels her eccentric and unpredictable behavior, adding an element of surprise and intrigue to her character.

Despite her eccentricity, Ula is genuinely caring and supportive, always willing to offer a helping hand or a kind word to those in need. Her directness and stubborn nature ensure that she stands her ground, but these traits are balanced by her wicked sense of humor and playful spirit. She often uses humor to lighten heavy situations, and her courage shines through in her ability to face adversity with a smile and a joke. Her intuition guides her actions, helping her navigate the complexities of both human emotions and the spiritual realms.

Ula's free-spirited nature and resourcefulness make her a dynamic and adaptable individual. She embraces life with a playful enthusiasm, finding joy in the little things and encouraging others to do the same. Her support is unwavering, and she has a unique ability to uplift those around her, helping them see the beauty and potential in every situation. Her resourcefulness ensures that she can handle any challenge that comes her way, always finding creative solutions and turning obstacles into opportunities.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Voice/Accents:

Ula’s voice is smooth and warm, with a mild accent that no one can quite place. Most assume it’s the result of her upbringing in the wild, where the sounds of nature shaped her speech. Her tone is usually soft and soothing, with an earthy quality that feels both calming and familiar. When she speaks, her voice carries a subtle huskiness, dipping lower at times, especially when she’s deep in thought or serious.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Strengths:

+ Excellent for controlling the battlefield and overwhelming foes with numbers
Weaknesses:

As she grew older, she knew she needed a mentor and couldn't keep living with animals. Eventually, she joined the Ashen Veil. They welcomed her - and the animals - with open arms. Her mentor, Moka, was also a Wildbinder and taught Ula everything she knows. As Ula got older, her powers became stronger and quickly climbed the ranks.

Now, at the age of sixty, Ula stands as a powerful Ebonmancer. While she is an advisor, she wouldn't mind being a mentor every now and then. The young ones keep her alive - and she gets to use her abilites more.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
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Hello! May I place a reservation for a Brokenfang?

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Aquila Marino

“I’m not a violent dog… I don’t know why I bite.”

Name Pronunciation

Ah-Quill-uh

Nicknames

Quil, Killah, Twitchy

Titles/Alias

N/A

Gender

Female

Pronouns

She/her

Sexuality

Lesbian

Species/Race

Werewolf

Age

25

Class

Bloodfang

How They Were Transformed

Aquila was bitten by a rogue werewolf when she was younger, the werewolf who bit her a rampaging cursed werewolf not yet used to his own abilities.

Rank

N/A

Coven/Pack

Brokenfang / Wanderer

Appearance

Human:

In her human form, Aquila stands tall for a regular woman at 5 '11, her years of living relatively alone have allowed her to pack on as much muscle as her patchy diet allows and she presents an imposing figure when she’s able to pull herself together, otherwise she often comes across as sketchy. Her face, awash with freckles and marred with many scars, and is on the squarer side, with a strong nose and thick eyebrows. Her mid-length, dark ruddy-brown hair is often pulled back into some sort of twist. Her eyes are just on the side of too golden to be natural for a human, remnants of her wolfish side shining through. She can usually be found wearing something relatively cobbled together and thread-bare, furs and cloth threaded together in the rough approximation of clothing. She has 6 distinct facial scars.

(Human form below, credits to myself using Hero Forge)

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Wolf:

Unlike her human counterpart, the lupine side of Aquila has a natural allure to it, an intimidating factor that Aquila has to draw on. Her fur is slightly redder than Aquila’s hair colour, with a dark fur all along her face and underside. Her wiry guard hairs are a few shades lighter than the rest of her, specifically along her hackles and in an arc over her withers. She stands at nearly seven and a half at the shoulders, with thick muscles and deep gleaming eyes. Her left ear is torn and ragged, and while most of the scars that litter Aquila are hidden in her thick fur, the remnants of the werewolf bite on her clavicle can still be seen, the fur around it slightly shorter than the rest of her fur from where the cursed werewolf had torn her skin when he shook her. If it weren’t for her distinct facial scars, it would be difficult to see them as the same, in her wolven form, Aquila is much less twitchy, more sure-footed. Her large form changes from awkward and obtrusive to intimidating.

(Wolf reference below, couldn’t find OG source so Credits to Serena Pitts on Pinterest: [Link/image removed for insufficient credits. If you cannot find the original source and cannot confirm the image is free to use, please do not use it.] )

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Personality

Twitchy isn’t a meaningless nickname, Aquila never adapted to her wolven abilities with elegance, her senses heightened further with her Bloodfang class. In her human form, she’s always on edge, only through her previous few years living as a loner have allowed her to tamp down the worst of her anxious behaviours. She generally tries to be a good person, but between her conflicting nature and fears she often distances herself from others. It isn’t uncommon for her to lose track of long patches of time, and tries to maintain a stable routine, in doing so she has mostly abandoned the nomadic nature of a werewolf, much to the anger of her baser instincts. She has had to move before, her current location is one of her longest bases of operation. Aquila holds a deep respect for the Silverbranch wolves, but she also actively avoids them, guilt and sorrow at her choices eating at her when they come near. Often at war with her own lupine nature, Aquila has spent her years in isolation trying her best to control her transformation, doing everything from going far from town to allow her wolf free reign of the wilderness, to engaging in the rare trade with a witch in attempts to get a potion that may soothe her wolf in an emergency. All these efforts have largely resulted in her being able to turn into her wolf when she so desires, but having little control over stopping the transformation when she doesn’t want to: the opposite of her desires. When her wolf is in control, she exhibits a much more primal, instinctive side, ready to rip and tear at the slightest provocation. On the rare times they are in sync, her instincts have gotten her out of a fair deal of difficult situations. Aquila can often be heard referring to her nature as though the wolf were a separate being living within her and not an extension of herself.

Backstory

When Aquila was young, her parents passed due to a sickness ripping through their village, in the aftermath she went to live with her uncle. Friedrich Roemmich wasn’t unkind, per say, but he was a busy man with little interest for children, let alone one old enough to be left to her own devices. When she was bit by the cursed werewolf it nearly killed her, but through sheer luck and the atypical care of her uncle she survived long enough to be found and taken in by the Silverbranch wolves. She struggled with her nature, when she joined the pack, often struggling to tamp down her base instincts, her moods swinging wildly. As the years went by she better coped with her abilities, having less outbursts and even occasionally training with the Duskpaws and Shadowmanes to try and calm her nature. She could never make the switch from a Bloodfang though, her wolf rebelling when she would spend too much time seeking calmness. One year, during a hunt with some fellow packmates, she lost control over her wolf, attacking another packmate for coming too close to what her wolf considered to be her catch; she still isn’t sure what inflicted this attack for sometimes she even feels guilt from her wolf when she thinks of it. The attack wasn’t severe but the guilt of it tore at Aquila and she chose to enter a self-inflicted exile. Though others view her as a Brokenfang over a true exile, it isn’t uncommon for her to be viewed warily due to her unpredictable nature.

Strengths

Her physical strength, enough said there, even without her lupine nature Aquila is a strong woman.

Her self-sustainability: after years of living alone she has become more used to isolation than the average werewolf, and in this time has picked up many seemingly miniscule skills.

Her raw instinctive prowess: on the occasion she trusts in her wolf her instincts have led her from danger.

Weaknesses

Her fear of her nature, while her instincts have gotten her out of sticky situations there have been times where her fears and doubts have instead landed her headfirst in a new problem.

The conflict within her, she often pushes away from her nature and this bottling of instinct can cause her wolf to snap back.

At times, her physical strength proves too much for her to deal with. Her inability to keep a consistent check on her strength proves a liability and in her human form she is often more bumbling than the average werewolf.

Her broad mistrust of most others, even those she has become more close with she fears for their safety and this fear puts her wolf on guard

She struggles in large groups: too much noise, too much unpredictability.

Abilities

Feral Frenzy: Temporarily boosts all attributes but leaves them uncontrollable.

Savage Bite: Inflicts deep wounds that hinder regeneration and healing in enemies.

Ravenous Hunger: Allows them to regain energy and heal by consuming their prey.

Heightened instinctive abilities: Kind of like a wolfish spider sense, useful when she can distinguish it from her bloodlust or paranoia

Affiliations

Open !

Kin

Fredrich Roemmich - Human (Uncle, Alive)

Other

Wasn’t sure how big the wolf form should be so I put 7’5ish, assuming like twilight werewolf sizes and bc I wanted her to be on the tall side for the wolves but lmk if that's too tall, thanks. Thunderbird.

@Trace
Accepted. Adding her now. <3

Aine Lorikson
Name Pronounciation (Optional)

AWN-ya
Nicknames

Ghostfang
Titles/Alias

Trail Alpha
Gender

Female
Pronouns

She/Her

25
Sexuality

Heterosexual
Species/Race

Werewolf
Class

Moonstrider
How They Were Transformed

Ancestral Awakening — her dormant bloodline was triggered during a rare Blood Moon while defending her younger sibling from a vampire ambush.
Rank

Trail Alpha (Leader)
Coven/Pack

Silverbranch Wolves
Appearance

Aine stands at 5'8" and weighs around 180 pounds, her frame composed almost entirely of dense, functional muscle from years of living, fighting, and leading in the wild. Her physique is powerful yet undeniably feminine—broad-shouldered, with strong arms, a sculpted back, and legs built for running, leaping, and endurance. Curves soften the edges of her strength: a generous bust, defined waist, and hips honed by survival rather than vanity.

Her skin is a warm, tanned bronze tone, weathered by moonlight and wind, bearing a tapestry of scars that mark her as a warrior rather than a victim. Three long claw marks slash diagonally across her face from right temple to left jawline—earned in her youth during a leadership challenge. Another brutal scar begins just under her right jaw, crosses her throat, and curves down her body to her left hip: a reminder of a near-death encounter with a vampire blade.

Aine’s long dark brown hair falls to her waist and is usually kept in a thick braid or tied into a practical ponytail. Her eyes—deep brown, nearly black—are unwavering and difficult to read, always scanning, calculating, listening. Her soft facial features contrast the rest of her hardened appearance, with full lips, high cheekbones, and long lashes that have drawn both admiration and envy. She is beautiful, but her beauty is the quiet, unpolished kind that sneaks up on you—tempered by the wild, shaped by scars, and hidden behind a standoffish expression.

Her usual attire reflects her role as both scout and Alpha. She wears a fitted coat made of layered leathers dyed in shadowy forest tones—moss green, ash brown, and smoke grey—allowing her to blend seamlessly with the woodland terrain. Underneath, she wears a sleeveless, high-collared tunic, soft to the touch but reinforced with stitchwork armor. Her trousers are dark and snug, tucked into well-worn boots made for speed and silence. Twin hunting knives rest on her thighs, strapped within easy reach. Around her neck is a simple charm: a wolf’s fang bound with silver thread, the only heirloom she claims openly.

Credits for both Pictures is to DJARN on Picrew.me.

Wolf Form:

Aine’s wolf form is both haunting and majestic. Cloaked in shadowy black fur so deep it seems to swallow light, she becomes a phantom in the dark. Her coat is sleek and silent, rippling with every controlled movement. Her dark brown eyes match her human gaze—piercing and unreadable, shining faintly like onyx under moonlight.

Larger than most scouts, she rivals even some Ironclaws in mass, yet moves with a grace that defies her size. Her paws are broad and padded for silent travel, her limbs long and powerful. Muscles roll under her fur as she prowls—stealthy, lethal, and eerily quiet. Faint, healed scars mark her muzzle and chest, but they don’t diminish her air of dominance—they enhance it. Her presence in wolf form is an omen: seen only when she wants to be, and usually too late.

Personality

Aine is the embodiment of quiet strength—composed, calculating, and unwavering beneath a mask of stoicism. To strangers, she may come off as distant or unapproachable, but this is not from arrogance; it’s caution born of hard-earned scars. Leadership was never her ambition, but when the former Alpha fell and the pack teetered on the edge of ruin, Aine stepped up—not out of pride, but necessity. Her loyalty to the Silverbranch Wolves runs deeper than blood, rooted in a belief that unity and adaptability are their only paths to survival.

She is fiercely protective of her pack, acting as both sentinel and shield. Every decision she makes is with their welfare in mind, even if it requires personal sacrifice. Though she holds authority, she does not rule with fear—rather, she leads by example: calm in chaos, measured in fury. Her words carry weight because she does not speak unless she has something worth saying. Those who earn her trust discover an unexpectedly dry wit and a deeply empathetic soul, hidden beneath layers of discipline and guarded silence.

Aine’s self-confidence wavers when it comes to her appearance. The scars that lace her body—though symbols of survival and strength—are sources of private insecurity. She never dwells on them aloud, but their presence is part of why she keeps others at a distance. Vulnerability, in her mind, is dangerous. She doesn’t want admiration. She wants respect—and more than that, she wants her pack to be safe.

In battle, she is a tactician before a warrior, preferring ambushes and precision strikes over brute force. Yet when provoked, her rage is cold and focused—a storm that does not lash out blindly but consumes its target with chilling intent. Despite her tactical mind and fierce instincts, she dreams of peace: not because she fears war, but because she’s tired of burying her own.

Aine doesn’t chase power, titles, or praise. She shoulders the burden of leadership not for glory, but because she knows no one else will carry it like she does—with care, with conscience, and with quiet fire.

Strengths

• Master of stealth, ambush tactics, and long-range tracking

• Impeccable leadership instincts; calm under pressure

• Deep spiritual connection to the moon and the natural world

• High endurance and sharp survival instincts

• Skilled in hand-to-hand combat and dual-wielded hunting knives

Weaknesses

• Haunted by past trauma and the deaths she couldn’t prevent

• Hesitant to form new bonds, fearing future loss

• Struggles with expressing emotions or vulnerability

• Her wolf form is less physically imposing than Bloodfangs or Ironclaws

• Silver poisoning from her near-fatal throat wound resurfaces under extreme stress

Abililties

• Silent Prowl: Moves without sound, even through thick brush or broken terrain

• Scent of the Hunt: Can track enemies through complex environments with ease

• Shadow Leap: Can cross vast distances in short bursts of supernaturally enhanced speed

• Moon’s Embrace (Passive): Gains increased clarity and healing under moonlight

• Lupine Command (Alpha-Only): Can mentally link with her packmates during combat for coordinated attacks or silent commands

Affiliations

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Kin

• Younger Brother: Rhian — a scout and survivalist under her command--Will add him later.

• Mother: Deceased; died protecting Aine during the Awakening

• Father: Unknown — believed to be a legendary Silverbranch warrior lost to the wild

• Packmate-Family: Treats all Silverbranch wolves as her kin under the Silver Vow

Other

Her voiceclaim for singing is Ella Red.

*Please let me know if there is anything else that I need to update or modify.*

Rhian Lorikson
Name Pronounciation (Optional)

REE-an LOR-ik-son
Nicknames

Pup, Rhi
Titles/Alias

Brother Bear
Gender

Male
Pronouns

He/Him
Sexuality

Bisexual
Species/Race

Werewolf
Class

Ironclaw

23
How They Were Transformed

Ancestral Awakening — triggered during a full blood moon when he dove into a fight to protect a pup from a rogue vampire. The surge of instinct and rage brought his latent bloodline to life.
Rank

Branchwalker - He prefers to help train the newbies and be a nuisance to his sister.
Coven/Pack

Silverbranch Wolves
Appearance

Human:

Rhian Lorikson stands tall at 6'5", weighing just under 250 pounds—his body a sculpted monument of strength, built from years of training, fighting, and defending the wild paths of Crescent Reach. His broad chest and thick arms speak of power, but his relaxed posture and soft, knowing eyes tell another story: that of a guardian who chooses kindness over cruelty.

His skin holds a warm, sun-bronzed tan, often marked by scrapes, bark dust, and scratches from patrolling through the underbrush. His face is ruggedly handsome—masculine without harshness, carved with natural lines and softened by expression. A strong jawline and high cheekbones frame his features, and a perpetual five o’clock shadow—dark brown and neatly scruffy—gives him a casually rugged charm that seems to appeal to more people than he realizes. His brows are thick, and his smile, though lopsided, is easy and disarming.

Rhian’s dark brown hair is tousled and often pulled into a lazy half-knot or left loose to fall in natural waves. A healed scar cuts through his left eyebrow, adding just enough roguishness to his otherwise warm, approachable face.

His attire blends practicality and tradition. He wears reinforced, sleeveless leather armor with bark-textured plating and a deep green surcoat that drapes over one shoulder. A wide forest-toned sash ties at his waist, used both as utility and a keepsake given by a younger packmate. His heavy boots are well-worn but silent when he moves, and he’s rarely seen without his custom-crafted walking axe resting across his back.

Wolf:

His wolf form is immense: solid black fur with mossy streaks along his shoulders, a deep growl that resonates like rolling thunder, and glowing amber eyes. Despite his size, he can still move with surprising silence when needed—but most enemies don’t get that chance.
Personality

Rhian is the pack’s lovable giant—a golden-hearted protector with a goofy grin and an arsenal of terrible puns. While his role as a warrior is taken seriously, Rhian himself doesn’t act like someone who could flatten a vampire with a single shoulder check. He’s cheerful, animated, and infectiously optimistic, often breaking tension with jokes or food—even in the middle of a tense scouting mission.

He idolizes his sister Aine but keeps his admiration quiet, preferring to support her through action, humor, and presence rather than pressure. He knows the weight she carries and tries to lighten it whenever possible—even if it means acting the fool just to hear her laugh. Rhian believes joy is a form of resistance, especially in a world as dark as Crescent Reach.

Despite his laid-back demeanor, Rhian is no slouch in battle. When danger arises, his jovial expression melts into one of primal focus. He becomes a bulwark—unmovable, unrelenting, and terrifyingly efficient when protecting his pack. He fights not out of rage but love, wielding strength like a shield rather than a sword.

Strengths

• Immense physical power and near-unshakable resilience

• Deep terrain knowledge—can manipulate battlefield positioning with trees, traps, and ambush zones

• Charismatic and beloved by fledglings, often acting as a bridge between older and younger wolves

• Emotional intelligence; picks up on moods and unspoken tensions quickly

• An excellent cook (especially open-fire stews and foraged snacks)

Weaknesses

• Occasionally underestimated due to his playful attitude

• Can become overly protective of Aine, especially if her life is threatened

• Struggles to focus when emotionally overwhelmed (particularly if someone he loves is hurt)

• Reluctant to kill unless absolutely necessary—he’ll disable rather than destroy

• Has a deep-seated fear of isolation, which he masks with extroversion

• Still learning how to flirt—often does so awkwardly but endearingly.

Abililties

• Lunar Roots: Can root himself in place to become nearly immovable, shielding others and absorbing massive damage

• Barkskin Surge: Temporarily hardens his skin like bark, resisting both magical and physical damage

• Uproot Smash: Uses the terrain—fallen logs, boulders, or roots—to slam enemies with brutal force

• Howl of Hearthfire: His signature rally cry inspires courage and accelerates healing in allies within his presence

Affiliations

Open/PM me
Kin

• Sister: Aine Lorikson (Alpha) – fiercely loyal to her, protective to the point of recklessness if she’s in danger

• Mother: Deceased – his memories of her are stronger than Aine’s, and he sometimes hums her songs during patrols

• Father: Unknown – he wonders if his size and Branchwalker bond were inherited from a rare bloodline within the Silverbranch's wandering ancestors

Other

His voiceclaim is Henry Cavil.