My precious... B3

[Raowolf]

Whitefire

Name: Whitefire
Nickname: ---
Date of Birth: 19/5/2003
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Breed: Greyhound
Mutation/Power: Super-Speed
Personality: Whitefire is robust and proud, keen to show her opinion, although she respects those of others also. In a discussion, she always has an interesting point to make and is good to have on your side during an argument as her extensive vocabulary and persuasive diplomatic wording. She would be good in a family, if it weren't for her mutation - Although it is useful she is ashamed of it. Although showing interest in the opinion of others, if her's is ignored or not taken into account she can get nasty. Whitefire aspires to be leader one day, so relationships are kept to a minimum, except for those who can help her get what she wants, incase her dreams are disturbed. In the event of save another or save herself, the likelihood would be to save herself, then finangle her way out of it afterwards. She does feel a small amount of guilt for doing this, however and would rather not but for her self-importance. She pretends she wishes to unite the packs, while instead driving them against eachother so that she can rule over. She has a distinct hate for humans. She believes the only dogs should be muyayed ones.
Body Description: Whitefire is tall and slender with very long, well muscled, legs. There is an almost perfect circle cut out of one ear - it still holds her data from the racing industry, although part of it is missing. Her muzzle is grey - the sign of a leader, and her age. Eyes are a warm brown. Neck is long. Classic build of a champion greyhound. Strong muscled legs. She is mostly white with brown brindle patches over her body. To be precise: One large one on her side and over her back; a small one wrapped midway around her tail; One on both of her ears and most of face(this is more grey brindle, however). She bears the scars of her beatings and a few from fights, each one has a story and occasionally she tells pups these stories although does not feel comfortable doing so in the most part.
History: Whitefire was born into the racing industry and trained to win from the time of walking. Her mother was a champion, her father was a champion. But the life was not a happy one. If the dog lost, she would be beaten in her owner's rage. If she won, her owner would drive himself drunk and beat her anyway. It was not a nice life. Then she heard a plan. On the racetrack, in the aftermath of a race she had lost, the 5 year old heard two others discussing the loser of the race. They said that he had lost many recently, and they knew his owner would give him up, for he was a kindly man. In desperation, she came last in every race. Driven practically insane by this, her owner opted to cut her ears off and shoot her, which is the common thing to do with ex-racers. Thinking she was being taken to a better life, she happily jumped in the van which would take her to 'Dead Place' as the animals of the area called it(this was far from the setting of this rpg), not realising what her fate there was. She was tied to the wall, and the gun was raised before she knew what was going on. Instantly the racer leapt - or rather, bit - to action, chewing herself free from the rope and dashing off. Gunshots followed her into the horizon. For many days she travelled, until rumors told of a dogs place, where they ran free and overcame the humans. But these rumors were twisted. By the time she reached Diamond Ridge City, the Power Plant was in place. Captured, bound, and experimented on, by the time all the humans were gone she was mutated. Unable to control it, she faced the hunting by her own species. But her power with words and speed kept her alive for long enough to develop a firm and invaluable foothold in the 'society' of the dogs. Then we come to now.
Picture: raowolf-bushtail.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2a3c82(sorry - i don't know how to put in pictures ^^' Could you tell me please for future reference)

Pack: Lehren
Status: Alpha
Enemies: Sabora,
Mate: None
Crush: My back end!
Friends: Interesting one... Kane, Mollie,
Pups: One litter. All unknown, probably dead or Racers.
Mother: A Swift Pure Cry, dead.
Father: Chocaloc, dead.
Siblings: Unknown.
Personal Saying: "Unterschätzen Sie nie die Energie von Wörtern; sie können Nationen aufbauen und Königreiche zerstören. Und sie sind der Uprise und der Sturz dieses Satzes." Meaning: "Never underestimate the power of words; they can build nations and destroy kingdoms. And they will be the uprise and the downfall of this pack."

[Raowolf]

Kane

Name: Kane
Nickname: Big K
Date of Birth: 7/12/2007
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Breed: American Bulldog
Mutation/Power: Hard shell
Personality: Kane is generally quite happy, with a joyous personality, although when he is concentrating on a fight he goes blank and vicious. But normally, he is grinning toothily. It takes alot to annoy him, so the Attack and Defence trainer is popular with his younger students as he forgives easily and happily corrects their mistakes. He has put his past behind him and tries not to worry about it much(see history). He often ways his head and can be found sitting alone quite contentedly just humming a happy tune to himself. He believes that there is no such thing as a mistake, and will often notice anything good in an otherwise failed... Well, anything really =P
Body Description: Kane is not very tall, but quite wide(he is shorter than Whitefire). He is similar to Whitefire with his markings - white with a black muzzle/snout, brindle patches across his face and most of his main body. His snout is very flat and drooly, with his nose upturned just between his eyes. Yes, he drools. Kane weighs around 6 1/2 stone, when not in his Hard-Shell mode, but when he is in it it is about 20 times as much; he does not fear those with Super-Strength. His eyes are far apart and one stares slightly off the left, although he can see just fine. He is well muscled. When he barks both his eyes go wonky a little and he look slightly confused. When putting on Hard Shell skin takes a smooth silvery colour and texture.
History: Kane has passed through the hands of many owners. He was born in a shed, stuffed into a box and put in an ad in the paper, along with his littermates. Pitying them, a landlord bought the smallest white one with the wonky eye, who always sat on the others. But Kane grew bigger, and the poor pubowner could no longer cope with the bouncy Bulldog; by the time he had developed his markings the pup had been given to a teenage boy looking to use him as a status, and was chained up outside, growing strong, lonely, and a little vicious, although he never lost his joyful puppyness. Seeing the weakness of what he considered to be a pathetic dog, the teen passed him to the hands of an experienced dog owner living near by. There he was happy and went on long walks every day. But this owner got a new girlfriend and, with a financial crisis on his hands, passed the unfortunate Kane onto a small family with several young children as to keep the girl(who hated dogs). Although at first the American Bulldog's playful nature seemed good for the family, he had been starved. So when the youngest child taunted him with food yet again, he finally lost it and snatched at the item. Seeing this as one of those 'common' rabbid dog attacks, the overworked mother took the dog to the vets immediately to be put down. Unwilling for this to happen, the kindly vet said he would consider the case. With Kane safely in a holding pen, said vet continued with his duties. As it happened, that very same day he was to put down another American Bulldog for old age. The family saw Kane and thought him a sign from heaven, requesting him immediately, so the vet, willing to 'ditch the body' but not wanting to put down the healthy dog, passed him over for a small bribe. The family lived by the beach, and Kane lived very happily, and this new family nurtured him out of his many bad habits. After only 1 year he was what may have been considered the perfect family dog. Some say it is the cruelty of the fates. Others say he deserved it. Most say its just bad luck. But Kane just wanted to be happy, and that was stolen from him in the shape of, strangely enough, a holiday. For the family lived in Wales, and all of his other owners had lived in the North of England. Not wanting to leave him alone in Kennels they took him with them. With the roaring engines and many scents, he tried to escape in pure bitter fear. Finally the anesthetic cam into effect and he was K.O-ed for the rest of the journey to America. Much unfortunately, the anesthetic wore off as they landed, but not the fear. In this state of pure terror that poor dog broke from the travel crate, and departed. Here he made his way to Diamond Ridge, searching for his family again. He was captured and experimented on.
Picture: raowolf-bushtail.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2er05d (sorry no better pics )


Pack: Lehren
Status: Defense Trainer.
Enemies: None
Mate: None
Crush: None yet...
Friends: Zero, Whitefire, Aaron, Arron, Sweet Reese
Pups: None(has been 'done' so to speak)
Mother: Marie. Unknown whereabouts
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Buster, unknown whereabouts, Pig, unknown whereabouts.
Personal Saying: "Life's for living. Live with it."

[Raowolf]

Aaron and Arron

Names: Aaron and Arron (they are basically the same so count as one bio)
Nickname: AA
Date of Birth: 8/11/09
Age: 9 months old
Gender: Males
Breed: American Water Spaniels
Mutation/Power: Aaron has mind reader abilities and Arron has Fortune Teller - this makes them both highly psychic.
Personality: With their psychic abilities and close bond, AA are basically one dog! They often use their powers for trouble-making, and if there is a problem, chances are an Arron/Aaron(or both!) is behind it. They are cheeky, but not disrespectful, although often after a scolding they will share a psychic snigger. They are difficult to catch at their work and are very sly, outgoing and brave. If anyone is good for a sabotage mission, it is most certainly these two little troublemakers. They are often even idolised by younger pups and look forward to their futures. Although they are good loners, AA are taken in by the Lehren and Whitefire, as she believes their powers are too valuable for them to be wasted on pranks, or for them to be slaughtered for the evidential lack of pack. Both of them adore Kane, the Defense trainer, and like Zero's sense of music, rhythm and fun! Secretly, Arron is gay, but would never let Arron find out about this; he is highly afraid of him finding out and of them splitting up.
Body Descriptions: Aaron and Arron are very nearly identical. They are of medium build with long fur on their stomachs and short on their backs. Ears are quite short for Spaniels and muzzles long. Their eyes are bright and even in cold weather these two usually pant happily. Neither are very well muscled and their legs are long, but not thin. The differences are small but noticeable to those who may know them well; Aaron(mind reader) has a very childish and almost girly face with long eyelashes that make your eyes water to think about. His smile is warm and his blue eyes go very innocent when he does. Arron(Fortune teller) has green eyes, and his usual grin is cheeky. His eyelashes are long also but his face is more male, although just as childish as Aaron's. Their fur is dark brown.
History: They were born right after the closing of the lab, to parents of no known abilities. So they were unaffected. That is, until they're appetites overcame them when they're parents could no longer find food for them; dangerous chemicals leftover from the days were in the junkyard, their home at the time. Disgusted by what they had done, their mutation hating parents abandoned them at the age of a few months. They will not let their bad past keep them down, and pretend they cannot remember it. The parents are... Somewhere in Diamond Ridge, pretending they have no sons, and AA are on the West Side of Diamond Ridge, pretending they never had parents. It works well for both of them. Now they live with the Lehren pack.
Picture: www.justdogbreeds.com/images/breeds/american-water-spaniel.jpg

Pack: Lehren
Status: Scouts
Enemies: Rose-blood, Rumbo
Mates: None
Crushes: Arron is gay(storyline here?) but none for either.
Friends: Zero, Kane, Honeybun.
Pups: None
Mother: Freda, unknown whereabouts.
Father: Marcus, unknown whereabouts.
Siblings: Eachother, Skimp, dead.
Personal Saying: "Fun didn't exist until we came along."

[Raowolf]

Mollie

Name: Mollie
Nickname: Sweetie, Hun, Molls
Date of Birth: 19/9/2008
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Breed: Wolf(red)
Mutation/Power: Eye-colour-changer
Personality: Mollie is sweet and caring, open to love anyone, and pretty much the perfect do-gooder. She knows the names of most herbs and if she had pups would most likely name them after her favourites; Tanzy, Rosemary, Thyme, etc. But she has sworn never to fall in love again after her previous mate dying for her(see 'History'). Many dogs bank on her(a.k.a flirt with), however, especially when she is healing them. She is seen as a motherly figure by many, especially younger ones, and most grow up with her as a nanny of sorts. Indeed, when no nanny is available she does take up the role. Mollie often imagines that she can feel the pain of those she heals and this helps her to concentrate on finding the source of the pain, although she can't really. However, when she sees anyone getting hurt or bullied, she will instantly snap to attention and usually jump infront in defense, although she is quite a bad fighter. This has earned her a few undeserved scars. She is defiant and a little stubborn; she will not give up on the life of a patient and keep trying till she's stopped. She gets into tears when something - even a dog form an enemy pack - is killed.
Body Description: When in defense, her eyes blank out to white, but normally they are blue. Sadness means dark grey, while hunger is orange. When she is in love, and in an appropriate, romantic situation the same eyes go a pale purple. Mollie's body is slender but not thin. Fur is a very pale grey that goes silver in the correct lighting.Her ears are soft furred, her tail bushy and her legs long. There are no scars or blemishes due to her medicinal abilities, although she has gained a few. Mollie's fur in general is quite long, although shorter on her back. She is tall, but quite small for a wolf, and there is little muscle on her; enough to run fast and be more than useless, but not enough to win a fight with a larger or stronger beast, be it canine, feline or rodentine.
History: Mollie was born into a wolf pack as the daughter of the alpha. As a pup, she fell in love with a young troublemaker by the name of Connor. His jokes, however, were taken a little too seriously by her strict father. At a young age he was thrown from the pack. With her caring attitude, she never fully forgot him, but did not recognise him when they next met. It was cold winter; they were both about a year old, and she was just returning from a strop against her father for pairing her to the strongest juvenile as a mate for life, when she spotted him storming and raging. Taking interest, extremely bored and wanting to delay her return, she retrieved a rabbit from one of the piles left by a hunting party earlier that day, and brought it to him. He nearly killed he for it, but let her go on the promise that she would continue bringing him food. She agreed. By this time he was stony cold, anti-social and vicious. Slowly but surely she tamed his wild heart and they began to fall in love - again. But it was not until the last moment that they recognised eachother. She resolved to try and run away with him; but, on their first night, as they began to move away from the territory, the wolf she had been paired with about 6 months ago discovered them on a patrol after finding their private den devoid of her. In a rage, he and Connor battled it out all across the territory, Mollie frantically screaming words of discouragement as she followed. Finally, they reached cliff edge. In their blind fighting, the two males did not notice the long drop and torrent of the river below. They toppled, to poor Mollie's screaming tears. Their bodies were never found. After this she ran. She never stopped running, she did not sleep, or eat, drink, or scarcely even breathe. Finally she was found by a vet and restored to health. Then sold to the lab. All the while she remained blank and empty, but, just like she had done with Connor, the pain of the other dogs comforted her, so by the time all of the dogs escaped the 2 1/2 year old was virtually back to her normal self. A bi of the Whitefire therapy and as good as new. But the little shells of doubt and fear, sorrow and pain, still remain. She would never let on, however.
Picture: www.wolfpeople.com/wolfstore/images/T/mika-01.jpeg Something like that, anyway

Pack: Lehren
Status: Healer
Enemies: Her father.
Mate: Connor, dead, Firegift, dead.
Crushes: Has vowed never to fall in love again.
Friends: Zero, Kane, Whitefire, Aaron, Arron, pretty much everyone she meets, really! (:
Pups: None
Mother: Zala, Icestone territory
Father: Alpha Bode, Icestone territory
Siblings: None.
Personal Saying: "My heart was broken, my mind is blank. But I must keep on running. Running to keep sane..."

[Raowolf]

Swift

Name: Swift (pedigree name: Swift Hunter of the Night)
Nickname: Swifty, Ridgy
Date of Birth: 18/3/2005
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Breed: Rodhesian Ridgeback
Mutation/Power: Screamer
Personality: Swift is mostly aggresive and ignorant, but also whatmay be considered posh. He does not like dirt and thinks of Crossbreeds as filth. He is suspicious and picky; whateer youdo it is not good enough. Swift operates a 3 tries policy: Do 3 things wrong, or annoy him continually despite 3 warnings, he will scream. This scream is not well developed enough to kill, but deafen and at its best knock out. He has a soft spot for pups although would hae none of his own. He believes love weakens and has vowed not to fall into that trap, despite a few offers based on his looks. If any mention his past he knocks off two tries instantly, no questions asked. He is not sure of 'fun' and does not enjoy life, seeing it as you might see tidying your room; may as well get it overwith now rather than later. Swift is religious in a dggish way, believing in ancestors in the stars, and signs in the way the leaves fall etc. He would not attacka nd does not like to kill, but would not stop another killing. He has a short temper and those with theability of Sonic usually know if he is in a bad mood! He is a loner through and through and would not suite pack life. He has denied the offer of joining the Bloodstar pack. It nearly got him killed.
Body Description: Tall and muscled, Swift is a fast runner but this is not his power. Fur is dark brown and the small fur ridge(a common spine deformation of his breed) is black. When bristling, the Ridgeback uses it as a threat; most think of it as some sort of gift from the Gods and he is proud of it. Scars riddle the big paws and one side, a very long scar(credits to Morgan) runs down his face, slicing through an ear and disfiguring his nose. But it is not ugly. Eyes are very dark and appear to be black, although are infact brown. A very rare smile would be a smirk on one side of his face. Tail is docked; a short stump and ears are long and floppy. Well - one of them is... He stands around 4 feet tall to the shoulder standing and weighs approximately 3 stone. He is highly strong muscled and sleek furred. Fur is short, white dot on chest. He wears a once posh and bejewled, but now dirty, broken and a little tight collar.
History: Swift was born as a CRUFTS worthy Ridgeback of a family living in Diamond Ridge. He was a pampered pet for the first year of his life, and learned to turn his nose up at the filthy strays. But then his owners mysteriously died soon after the lab was set up and he does not know how. Swift did not feel any sadness over the deaths as the humans were simply his servants in the spoilt pup's mind. What he was bothered about, however, was the lack of people to feed him and give him a home. So he took to the streets, expecting his good looks and collar to convince the strays to make him leader. This failed. After just 1 night, the Ridgeback was captured and sent to the lab to be tested on. He emerged 2 years later at the age of 3 completely changed, with a new found ability and hate for humans where there had once been... Not love, but respect at the least. And he had learned to fight. So he set out to eliminate every human, only to find them all gone or dead. Now he lives as a loner. A few of the scars were from the lab, some from general fights, but most, including the facial, from the Bloodstar Pack when he refused to join them.
Picture: www.petplanet.co.uk/petplanet/images/breeds/rhodesian_ridgeback.jpg www.tomyfarm.com/library/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/RhodesianRidgeback.jpg (just add the scars and dock the tail )

Pack: None.
Status: Loner
Enemies: Ruffshot, Sabora, Morgan, Whitefire.
Mate: None
Crush: Fat chance.
Friends: None.
Pups: None
Mother: Meral of the moon, CRUFTS, Britain.
Father: Mabel Hound's Midnight Gunner, CRUFTS, Britain.
Siblings: Unknown.
Personal Saying: "You got 3 chances to either piss me off or impress me. So hurry up, or I Scream..."

[Raowolf]

Sketch

Name: Sketch
Nickname: Silent, Mute, Sketchy.
Date of Birth: ?
Age: 1
Gender: Male
Breed: Basenji(also known as Congo Dog)
Mutation/Power: Super Tracker
Personality: Sketch is a deaf mute. This means he can neither speak nor hear, so his version of the world is rather different to that of others. But his eyesight is keen and his nose sharp; this makes up for his small hearing range - or at least, lack of it. He is shy, but not timid; he prefers to keep to himself but does not mind the presence of others as long as they do not bother him. Sketch remains permanently impassive and emotionless. His name comes from his habit of scribbling his emotions in the dirt. He also draws what he sees, using crushed leaves and stones as colours to recreate the world around him in a way he really understands. This is the only thing he feels good at and without his art he would be nobody. The young male does not know much in terms of fact or wording, and he is not Book-Smart. But he is kind of Street-Smart and has his own, unique theory on how things work. He will often show these in his images. They look like some cross between Cave-man style and well-detailed. He doesn't care about fitting in and it does not affect him if he is on his own. But he enjoys Collaborations(more than one person working on a picture at the same time).
Body Description: Sketch is very small. His breed is quite small in the first place but even for his young age he is smaller than normal. He is primarily light brown with white front legs, white toes on one back, a white chest and a splodge on his nose and neck. He wears a string collar. He is not very muscled but his legs are long and thin. Surprisingly well-fed, but he never lets any see him eat. Tail curls is short and curls over his back, but only a little. There are a few old scars. His paws are usually covered with paints of various colours and makings. He has cute frown lines across his forehead.
History: Sketch doesn't know much about his past; unable to hear or speak he could not really communicate. This does not bother him and, quite frankly, he doesn't really care. But he was born in Diamond Ridge in the lab and given the Super-Tracker power there. He learned his drawing from an old and slightly insane Dog there, who died soon. He was left in the pound when the lab began to shut down and practiced his trade. This is where he got his string collar. Eventually, after the humans died out and he went unfed for several days he dug his way out. The silent one did not care for the others and left them, unable to hear their frantic cries for help. He wouldn't mind being in a pack and doesn't mind either way. After that he simply wondered and drew on walls and dirt as a Loner.
Picture: ourentropy.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/basenji1.jpg

Pack: Loner
Status: ---
Enemies: None
Mate: None
Crush: None
Friends: None
Pups: Nought
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Personal Saying: Well, you know, he can't actually say anything, so y'know...

[Raowolf]

Cal

Name: Cal
Nickname: ---
Date of Birth: 3/3/2010
Age: 5 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Staffy(Staffordshire Bull Terrier)
Mutation/Power: None(yusss... I've made the first character without a mutation >3)
Personality: Cal would seem shy to most; being undersized, and having no mutation means he can't afford to be cocky. But to those that take the time to see on his level he appears a sweet, innocent, charming and handsome little dog. His Future is uncertain and he worries for it, not wanting to become another mindless thug, but also knowing he has to toughen up to survive. Consequently Cal sometimes takes on perilous - and stupid - deeds in an effort to prove himself, not only to others, but in an attempt to convince himself.
Body Description: He is small, with long and unstable legs that sometimes wobble when he walks. Unlike most of his Breed Cal is thin, with little muscle and stunted growth. His paws are a little too large, but not much, and ears are small and flop over his eyes. In some places pink skin shows through his Black and White Fur, especially on the stomach and around his nose. Eyes are brown.
History: Cal cannot remember his History; being so young, his first memories are of waking up in Diamond Ridge and being carried, then sheltered in a pack atmosphere. He is a Runt, so chances are his parents abandoned him. Cal is currently a Member of the Rebellion Pack, and has taken a liking to Sweet Reese. He knows he owes his Life to Ruffshot and wants to thank him by giving the Alpha his full devotion.
Picture: i26.tinypic.com/2s1ui5s.jpg

Pack: Rebellion
Status: Pup/Omega
Enemies: None yet
Mate: None
Crush: Sweet Reese(played by Honeybun)
Friends: Sweet Reese, Ruffshot,
Pups: None
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Personal Saying: "Sometimes Size DOES matter, and although I may not be tall, my Heart's bigger than most. Not to brag..."

[Raowolf]

Clanth

Name: Clanth
Species: Striated caracara
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years{species lives for 20 years}
Personality: Clanth's breed is not a Hunting Bird, unless you count the odd unfortunate Penguin Chick, although the breed is very capable of it. He in particular prefers hunting, and he often feels ashamed about having to Scavenge dead livestock. He is generally quite friendly to all he meets and enjoys the Company of others, although he is very proud, and finds insults even where they are not meant, primarily due to years of persecution. Like most of his breed he is bold and daring, and finds competition like a Bloodhound finds the Scent! He longs to go and looks for his Mate(see history) elsewhere, but something holds him back and keeps him in Diamond Ridge. A silly hunch, or a true calling of Destiny?
Appearance: Clanth looks as his personality in terms that he is a proud bird, standing roughly 70cm tall, with a Wingspan of about a Metre and a Half! Plumage is almost black in colour, while his legs and lores are orange and the neck flecked with dark grey. Luminous yellow feet with enormous, sharp black talons and a deadly curved beak, also yellow, with a black pattern on its top. Eyes are black and the Feathers around them are sparce, revealing grey-pink skin. He is missing a few feathers from his tail.
History: Like all others of his species, Clanth was born in the Falkland Islands, on the edge of a Cliff, with Penguin Chicks a plenty for him to devour. He was happy there, and did not feel the need for adventure, being contented where he was, and looking forward to a future with a mate(whom he had already chosen). But his hopes were dashed when a Conservation plan, aiming to extend the Breeding Ranges of the 'Near Threatened' breed, took away his Mate-to-be and several others of the Colony, to repopulate them in the Americas. He gathered himself and tried to follow, flying for hundreds of miles beyond the natural limits of his Species, over seas and round mountains, through fire and water, steam and ice. For 3 years he travelled constantly, seeing many great things; volcanoes erupting, and whole species being born. but he never stopped. Never slowed. Always on, always, always onwards, and calling out his True Love's Name.

He never found her.

At the age if 5, with a quarter of his life gone(about 20 for a human), he was forced to pause in his frantic searchings or else perish of sheer tire. He meant only to stay for a short while, but overdid it a little, instead remaining in Diamond Ridge. Why, he knows not. But he does know that he surely must, and something calls to him, keeping him in DRC, telling him she will find him, if only he can wait.
Picture: www.oceanlight.com/lr/tran/24125.jpg

Flock: None
Status: ---
Enemies: None
Mate: [[unnamed]], lost.
Crush: Only his mate.
Friends: None
Chicks: None
Mother: Sky Lark, Unknown.
Father: Keddle, Unknown.
Siblings: Unknown
Personal Saying: "You can take the Bird outta the Falklands, but you can't take the Falklands outta the Bird!"

[Raowolf]

Wolfbane

I would like to give a brief warning that this Bio is deeply linked into a great Diamond Ridge plotline, and where it says ‘Spoiler’ it gives away the Outcome, in part. Consequently, you are advised not to read, but may do so if you wish.
Name: Wolfbane
Nickname: The Dark One, The evil One, The Hidden Monster
Date of Birth: ?
Age: A few Weeks at beginning of story
Gender: Male
Breed: Wolf
Mutation/Power:

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Mind Reader(but an overactive one – he can actually put thoughts in other’s minds and push them to his will)

Personality: Wolfbane started off as an innocent Pup, although there was always a Darkness at his Heart, but maybe if his Fate had been different it could have been suppressed. Instead it was nurtured(see History), and maybe that set him on his path. Or maybe he was destined for it all along. But whatever the Case may be, Wolfbane may truly be described as Evil, as he finds pleasure in other’s Pain, and with his Mutation in paw, he seeks to torture all he sees and finds, and enjoys watching others turn on themselves. But he doesn’t just make them kill themselves and be done with it. Oh no, he enjoys the Game of slow torture, and he uses clever words to make it seem less like he is Mutated, and more like he is Magic.
Body Description: Wolfbane starts off as a small grey pup, with piercing Amber eyes, and mysterious scars lacing his face that none can explain. He appears weak and helpless, and there is nothing really special about him. Except that cruel smile. Most of the time his expression was resentful, but when torturing a crude sneer reaches the Pup’s tiny face as he twists the minds of others, and feels their glorious pain.

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In later years he will be hiding in the Darkness, and it will twist him beyond recognition. His fur turns black as the Shadows, and his eyes Darken like his pelt to a rich, threatening red. So all one would see at the back of the Black Cave is a shadowy form, and two blood-red eyes. None ever see him – or at least, they don’t see him and live – and so none know how ugly, yet at the same time so handsome, he has become. The Old scars on his face did not heal, and infact got worse, so fur has grown in tufts around them. His body is larger than the Ordinary Wolf, and his Fangs are too long, his ears torn by his own doing, and his muscles large under the Ragged Pelt. Like his personality, perhaps his Appearance could have been saved if he had been nurtured, and there are signs of an Athletic, Handsome, Proud Alpha in the line of his body, the tone of his muscles. But it was not to be.

History: He knows not of his History before being found by Sabora, as he was discovered Half-dead in a puddle. There was no scent around him to suggest who had put him there, or who, it seemed, had tried and failed to kill him. It was, in effect, as if he had been placed there from Heaven by the Gods themselves. Sabora, whom he was taught to be his loving(if occasionally cruel) Mother, named him after a Wolf’s Fable, as the Legend too speaks of a Wolf with Piercing Amber Eyes, mysterious scars on his face, and whom can see into the Minds of others, and twist their wills to his own.
He has a great destiny ahead of him, and let’s just say he won’t be the Hero who saves his heroine, and leave it at that.
Picture: That’s not for you to find out!

Pack: Bloodstar
Status: Assassin of sorts
Enemies: Every damn living thing that dares to walk this Earth...
Mate: None
Crush: No-one
Friends: Not likely!
Pups: None
Mother: Unknown(but believes Sabora to be Mother)
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None.
Personal Saying: "I see everything... Your every thought - wish, desire, fear... And I feed on it..."