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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:12 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:13 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:14 am
Name: Ralastor Name Meaning: Portmanteau of "Rocky" and "Alastor" Gender: Male Age: Adult Pack: The Warugaruga Rank: Alpha Male Alignment: Neutral Evil Strengths: Determination, tracking, lying Weaknesses: Arrogance, rashness, lack of subtlety Motives: To create a pack that rises above and subjugates all other packs, taking any land it wants and making him the ultimate of alphas. To prove to the world his strength and worthiness. Parents: NPC Mate: Ember Offspring: (By Layla): Sons Nox and Brutus, Daughter Tasso (By Ember): Daughters Corvida and Aithne, Son Volpone Wolves Met: Karia (Neutral) Azul (Neutral) Istas (Dislike) Symetric (Neutral) Mocca (Dislike) Ember (Respect) Lizard (Dislike) Dumaka (Neutral) Layla (Disdain) History: Born to the alpha pair of a small pack, Ralastor was the second son of a litter of four. Born bigger than the rest, he quickly learned to use his strength to his advantage to get what he wanted. Despite his clear superiority to his elder brother, however, his parents were traditionalists and declared the oldest would be the next in line to be alpha male. At a very young age, Ralastor decided he would settle for nothing less than the highest position within the pack. The only requirement was that he be the oldest living son. One day when he and his siblings were left alone while his parents hunted, Ralastor tricked his older brother, Jurano, into walking with him near a cliff's edge. Unaware that the pack's omega was watching, he pushed Jurano off the edge to his death. When his parents returned from the hunt, he tearfully claimed it had been an accident - that his brother had slipped and fallen while they were exploring. The omega, however, who had always been suspicious of Ralastor's dark nature, came forward and told the alpha pair the true story.  His parents argued over his fate for three days, until finally his father conceded to his mother's demands - that Ralastor be killed to avenge the loss of the eldest son, and to keep the rest of the litter safe. "He is a monster," his mother declared, "And I will not be responsible for what he could become as an adult." So his father took him on a journey to the place where his grandfather had died, killed defending the ancestral territory from invading wolves. He sat with Ralastor, endless tears rolling down his face, and told him the story of the wolf he'd been named after, of nobility and honour, of the joys of raising a family - and of the need to protect it. "Your mother expects me to kill you here," he said at last, and was both relieved and ashamed to see fear in his son's face. "But I can't. You are my son, and I love you. You did a terrible thing, Ralastor. You can't stay with us anymore." He suddenly turned upon the young pup with his teeth, mauling and tearing his face, ripping his ear nearly to shreds. This done, he turned to leave. With his back to the second child he would lose in so short a time, he explained that Ralastor needed to remember forever that what he'd done was wrong - and that his ruined ear was a mark of that scar upon his honour. Of course, though Ralastor could not know this, his father also needed to come home smelling of the pup's blood in order to convince the alpha female that the job was done. "If we ever see you again, we will have to kill you," were his father's last words to him before he disappeared. Abandoned far from familiar landmarks and banished from home, Ralastor set out with one thing in his mind - that one day he would return home with a pack behind him, and finish the job that the mysterious invaders had started with the murder of his grandfather.Wandering the wilds as a lone pup, it was only his sheer tenacity that kept Ralastor alive. Sometimes scrounging the kills of other predators, sometimes hunting small game like rodents and lizards, he managed to grow to adolescence in relative isolation, shying away from the company of other wolves and reacting with disdain whenever he did encounter them. All the while, he quietly broiled with ambition and dreams of conquest. He knew he wanted a pack of well-trained, obedient warrior wolves. He also knew (reinforced by a few painful encounters) that strong wolves were not particularly interested in swearing obedience to a lone male adolescent. Eventually he concluded the best way to get the wolves he wanted would be to create his own: pups who would grow up loyal to him, who he could train from birth to be ruthless and fearless. As soon as he caught wind of a female in heat, he began to stalk her, waiting for the perfect moment. After days of following her, the female – an adolescent named Layla – struck out in a hunt and was wounded. Ralastor seized the opportunity and approached her, feigning concern. He stayed with her only long enough to earn enough of her trust to get what he wanted, and then left the pregnant Layla to fend for herself. While he waited for his progeny to enter the world, he wandered, picking fights and scoping out territory and allies. When at last he hunted down the mother of his first litter, he had gained his first follower and claimed a small area of forested land. Waiting until Layla was out of the den, Ralastor tricked the three pups he had sired into following him. Two sons, Brutus and Nox, and a daughter, Tasso, were the reward for his careful plotting. As soon as they were carefully hidden away, safe from any rescue attempts, he began training.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:15 am
Name: Tasso Name Meaning: "Badger" (Italian) Gender: Female Age: Adolescent Pack: Ralastor's Pack Rank: Dependant Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Strengths: Determination, loyalty, bravery Weaknesses: Insecurity, lack of self-esteem, shortsightedness Motives: Tasso is in it for herself. More than power she wants respect, and she will take it in whatever way she can. She strives for dignity but will stoop to less dignified schemes in order to get it. Parents: Layla x Ralastor Mate: None Offspring: Son Mavuso, Daughter Kito Wolves Met: History: Born as the result of her father’s machinations, Tasso spent the first few months of life with her mother, Layla, living a relatively unremarkable life as a family with her two brothers and her one parent. One day, however, when she and her siblings had reached an age where they were eating solid food and not totally reliant on their mother, their father, Ralastor, came for them. Waiting until Layla left the den to hunt, Ralastor swooped in and stole them away, taking them to raise them as hardened soldiers, utterly obedient to him. Tasso’s childhood was one of confusion, lonliness, and an overwhelming sense of inferiority. Her father gave almost all of his attention to his two sons, rejecting Tasso’s potential as a warrior because of her gender. Although occasionally she would receive the same training as her brothers, which consisted mostly of fighting one of the other pups until Ralastor was satisfied, or fighting Ralastor himself, he almost never praised her the way he praised his sons. If they were fierce, they were told they did well; if she was fierce, it was always somehow inadequate. She became determined, then, to simply be more fierce than they. Whatever their father asked for, she strove to deliver it in abundance. Slowly she earned a degree of dominance over her brothers, and as an adolescent began to develop some self esteem, only to have it shattered by the arrival of several strong young adult males into the pack. One in particular, a sharp, cunning male by the name of Arcadius, thoroughly defeated her at the borders when she challenged his presence – only to be invited into the Warugaruga by Ralastor, who had been watching the battle the entire time. To a degree, Tasso blamed her sudden drop in position within the pack on Arcadius, although she could never shake the growing resentment she felt towards her brothers for getting attention they didn’t have to work to earn.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:16 am
Name: Björn Name Meaning: Bear (Swedish) Gender: Male Age: Adult Pack: Travels with Vildsvin / Looking for a pack Rank: Gamma Alignment: Lawful Good Strengths: Loyal, social, kind-hearted, intelligent Weaknesses: Timid, clingy, insecure Motives: Wants to settle down with a pack and stay put, craves routine and permanence. Parents: NPC Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met: Vildsvin (Love) History: The pack in which Björn and Vildsvin grew up was a large pack, consisting of four mated pairs of adults and three other adults. As a result, when the litters of all the pairs matured to adolescents, they were cast out of the territory to make their own ways in the world. Some would return to the pack, older and wiser and able to make themselves useful, while others got together to start their own packs. Björn and Vildsvin, who had been best friends as pups, decided to wander the world. It soon became apparent that Björn was naturally the more submissive one. Vildsvin, although lacking any desire to be in charge, found herself playing the role of protector and decision maker. Together they survived without too many periods of hunger between successful kills or violent brushes with territorial land-owners, and in their blooming adulthood began to feel things towards one another more than just friendship. When Vildsvin experienced her very first season, she and Björn acted upon those feelings without truly discussing the romantic side of their passion. When they realized she was pregnant, an unspoken joy grew between them - only to become an equally potent darkness when in her youth and inexperience she lost the litter. From then on she rejected Björn's advances when she was in heat, unwilling to express how deeply she feared the pain of losing another litter sired by her dearest friend and the wolf she loved above everything else in her life. Mistaking her refusal to mate, which had been the only way they'd expressed their affection, for a change of heart, Björn convinced himself that she had never felt for him the way he felt for her, and that he'd been deluding himself to think that Vildsvin, who was so much more determined and independent and brave than he was, could ever want him as a mate. Tension increased as Björn began to express a desire to settle down and join a pack. They were getting older and with his teenage wanderlust used up, he was ready for stability. Vildsvin, on the other hand, had never really fit in with their birthpack and grew uncomfortable with Björn's incessant urging to join up with the next nice group of wolves they found. Although she didn't really want to rule over a pack, Vildsvin wasn't sure she wanted to be ruled over herself. Eventually they came to the edges of a pack by the name of Einherjar, where they encountered a bouncy female wolf named Dakota. With the opportunity to press a friendly face for information about pack life, still looking for somewhere he hoped to convince Vildsvin to settle down with him, Björn joined the stranger for a tour of the pack's lands and struck up conversation. Eventually he fell in love with Dakota as a symbol of the peace and security he'd craved for so long, and as he and Vildsvin drifted further apart, he began to seriously consider joining the Einherjar and raising a family with Dakota, who was wildly different from Vildsvin in personality but still kind, friendly, settled and, most importantly, expressed interest in him. Just as he started to bury his hopes of being with his first true love, substituting her with the first female to come along and express any desire to be with him, Vildsvin came to him in a panic, revealing that she was pregnant. Shocked and infuriated that not only had she found another male but also that this stranger's pups seemed to be carrying to term while his own had died in the womb, Björn forced himself to be a good friend and support the clearly panicking Vildsvin. He promised to help her raise the pups, and she told him that as soon as they were old enough, she would leave them with the father. After that, she began to visit Björn much more frequently, needing to talk to him when the stress got too much, and eventually she revealed that she had never loved the father of the pups at all, and had just been trying to make Björn jealous. Confessing her love for him, Björn found himself in an awkward position. He had already begun to build a life for himself and Dakota, had already begun to dream of their family. Could he abandon that to be with Vildsvin again, if it meant having to wander alone forever and watch her raise the children of another male and then abandon them heartlessly? Sure, he still loved her, but he had convinced himself that he loved Dakota, and he couldn't just leave.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:17 am
Name: Vildsvin Name Meaning: Wild Boar (Swedish) Gender: Female Age: Adult Pack: Travels with Bjorn / vagabond Rank: Loner Alignment: Neutral Good Strengths: Brave, loyal, independent, strong fighterm great stamina Weaknesses: Stubborn, proud, bad at expressing her feelings, slow runner Motives: Vildsvin is a wanderer who always wants to be on the move. She strives to avoid anything that might tie her down or prevent her from wandering. Parents: NPC Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met:Björn (Love) Dakota (Distrust) Dumaka (Interest) History: The pack in which Björn and Vildsvin grew up was a large pack, consisting of four mated pairs of adults and three other adults. As a result, when the litters of all the pairs matured to adolescents, they were cast out of the territory to make their own ways in the world. Some would return to the pack, older and wiser and able to make themselves useful, while others got together to start their own packs. Björn and Vildsvin, who had been best friends as pups, decided to wander the world. It soon became apparent that Björn was naturally the more submissive one. Vildsvin, although lacking any desire to be in charge, found herself playing the role of protector and decision maker. Together they survived without too many periods of hunger between successful kills or violent brushes with territorial land-owners, and in their blooming adulthood began to feel things towards one another more than just friendship. When Vildsvin experienced her very first season, she and Björn acted upon those feelings without truly discussing the romantic side of their passion. When they realized she was pregnant, an unspoken joy grew between them - only to become an equally potent darkness when in her youth and inexperience she lost the litter. From then on she rejected Björn's advances when she was in heat, unwilling to express how deeply she feared the pain of losing another litter sired by her dearest friend and the wolf she loved above everything else in her life. Mistaking her refusal to mate, which had been the only way they'd expressed their affection, for a change of heart, Björn convinced himself that she had never felt for him the way he felt for her, and that he'd been deluding himself to think that Vildsvin, who was so much more determined and independent and brave than he was, could ever want him as a mate. Tension increased as Björn began to express a desire to settle down and join a pack. They were getting older and with his teenage wanderlust used up, he was ready for stability. Vildsvin, on the other hand, had never really fit in with their birthpack and grew uncomfortable with Björn's incessant urging to join up with the next nice group of wolves they found. Although she didn't really want to rule over a pack, Vildsvin wasn't sure she wanted to be ruled over herself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:18 am
Name: Jaguar Name Meaning: Literally, jaguar (Inspired by the pattern of spots on his chest) Gender: Male Age: Pup Pack: Currently with Mocha and Symetric Rank: Dependant Alignment: Chaotic Good Strengths: Energetic, confident, charismatic, relaxed Weaknesses: Impulsive, unreliable, restless Motives: All Jaguar wants is fun! If he's not entertained, he'll just go wander off and find something more interesting to occupy him. Parents: Mocha x Symetric Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met: History:
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:19 am
Name: Banquo Name Meaning: From the play "Macbeth", the best friend of Macbeth's who is betrayed and murdered, destined never to be king himself but to be father to kings. Gender: Male Age: Adult Pack: NPC? None yet? Not sure, haha. Rank: Beta Alignment: Lawful Good Strengths: Reliable, honourable, honest, unflappable Weaknesses: Unimaginative, rule-monger, easily manipulated, moralizing Motives: Banquo just wants a normal life - a pack, a mate, and pups, if he's lucky. Until then, he loves what family he has and focuses his energy on keeping them safe. He also constantly strives to make himself a better wolf, to keep to his moral code and enforce it on others. Parents: NPC Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met:Mercutio (Cousin) History:
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 5:52 pm
Name: Volpone Name Meaning: From the play "Volpone", Italian for "sly fox". Gender: Male Age: Pup Pack: Warugaruga Rank: Dependant Alignment: Lawful Evil Strengths: Weaknesses: Motives: Parents: Ralastor x Ember Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met:History:
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 9:17 am
Name: Mavuso Name Meaning: Mavuso I was known as the greatest fighting king of Swaziland. Gender: Male Age: Pup Pack: Warugaruga Rank: Dependant Alignment: Neutral Good Strengths: Weaknesses: Motives: Parents: Tasso x Riitho Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met:History:
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 8:07 pm
Name: Birch Name Meaning: As in birch trees. Gender: Female Age: Adult Pack: None yet Rank: None Alignment: True Neutral Strengths: Charming, eloquent, persuasive Weaknesses: Self-absorbed, unreliable, afraid of commitment Motives: Birch is always searching for a good time, especially with males. She loves the rush of power she gets from luring in a one night stand, and lives for little else. Parents: NPC Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met:History:
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:59 am
Name: Falcon Name Meaning: Falcon; the dark markings on his face resemble birds of prey. Gender: Male Age: Adult Pack: None yet Rank: None Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Strengths: Well-spoken, clever, social, witty Weaknesses: Judgemental, insulting, sharp-tongued, physically weak, rash Motives: Falcon longs for social justice; he would right every wrong in the world by exposing it, revealing all dark secrets and pasts. He also enjoys seeing in pain those he thinks of as cruel, evil, or in the wrong, and considers this to be fair play. He is obsessed with justice, but has twisted it in his mind to mean "suffering for all" because of his natural suffering brough on by the conditions of his birth. Parents: NPC Mate: None Offspring: None Wolves Met:History:Born the only child to an old female well past her prime, Falcon was always a little bit scrawnier and a little bit weaker than other wolves. He loved his mother, despite her age having had a negative impact on his development, and from a young age Falcon devoted himself to her. Within his birth pack, he was largely regarded as an unfortunate accident. Poor at hunting and with little inclination to lead or boss, Falcon fell into the same niche that his mother had taken up in her old age: pupsitter. It was in this role that he discovered his true calling as a talespinner and a bard. The pups would clamour and beckon to hear a story crafted by Falcon’s wild imagination. As he grew out of adolescence and his mother passed away, he assumed the role of pupsitter and his tales became darker without the lighthearted influence of his dam. His stories changed from epic tales of heroes to sinister morality plays and warnings about the evils of the world. He began to weave his tales based on the wolves around him, learning their fears and weaknesses and illuminating them with thinly veiled allegories. Although much of it sounded playful and tongue-in-cheek, many of the other packmembers grew uneasy with Falcon’s descent into more serious subject matter. Eventually one of the older adolescents was told to take over Falcon’s duty, and thus his job was taken away from him, the mothers of the pack denying his “twisted mind” access to their innocent little lambs. As a regular packmember without anything to occupy him, banned as he was from watching the children and useless as he was as a hunter or a guard, Falcon grew bored and restless, and became obsessed with spying and evesdropping on the other members of the pack, mapping out the details of their lives in his mind’s eye and penning the greatest script of all. After he had spent nearly seven years watching, listening and waiting, he began to tell as story in the pack that nobody wanted to hear. It was the story of each wrong they had done to themselves and to others, a story of b*****d children and murdered newborns, of wrongfully obtained power and wrongly used influence, of seduction and sluttery and shameless manipulation, of judgement and punishment too severe and too sudden, of ruined reputations and secret, hidden lies. Arguments broke out – feuds erupted – mates were torn apart. The entire pack collapsed, but not a moment before they had expelled Falcon for being at the root of it. Falcon’s uncle tried to kill him, several of his cousins chased him for days, and the threat in the eyes of every other member of the pack loomed dangerously in his heart. He began to see that evil was everywhere, lurking in the heart of each wolf – and evil that nobody wanted to confess to, and evil that snapped and snarled with danger if exposed to the light. But everywhere Falcon went, he continued the destructive path of exposing that wickedness in others. He couldn’t help himself. He had begun to weave his tales from the youngest of ages, and it was the only thing that gave him satisfaction. What justice was there in this life if he, born sickly and weak, could not expose the weakness of others? He began to search for a new pack to join, hoping one day to encounter wolves so pure of heart that his constant narrative would at last take a turn towards the light. He doubted it, though… and perhaps he himself owned a touch of that evil in the sick pleasure he took in thought of causing revolution in another pack by ripping apart its seams of lies. Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 9:00 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 9:01 am
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