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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:03 pm
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Name Meaning: Latin meaning "greyish, tawny". Named for the Nimravus, an extinct genus of "false" saber-toothed cat in the family Nimravidae, subfamily Nimravinae, that was endemic to North America during the Oligocene epoch (33.3—26.3 mya), existing for approximately 7 million years.
Nickname: Ravi
Age: Wolf equivalent of a 40 year old human, born September 16.
Obtained: Newbie Semi-custom.
Current Residence: Border of the Elysium Fields to the west.
Pack Status: Packless and prefers a loner lifestyle.
Images: [ Uncert ] [ Cert ] [ Headshot ]
Plots?: Available!
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Proportions: Average height but bulky frame.
Disabilities: Aside from the stiffness that comes with age he has no significant disability.
Unique Features: Scars here and there but nothing large enough to be seen from underneath his fur.
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Alignment: True Neutral.
Gender Identity: Male, DMAB.
Sexual Identity: Hetero-flexible, heteroromantic.
Quirks:
-He gets enraged by fidgeting. Something about it absolutely irks him and he'll straight up demand you be still, even if it is unreasonable and not something you can control.
-He never curses or uses any deity’s name in vain and disapproves of those who do so despite not being beholden to any religious ideology. Ravus simply doesn't want to "jinx" it. On that same note, he doesn't believe in spirits or ghosts but wouldn't do anything to provoke the supernatural either.
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Unknown [Father]: Never knew his father. Ravus would tell you he doesn't care but deep down he does regret not having a paternal figure growing up.
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Relationship Status: Open to flings.
Love Interest: -n/a-
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Blunt | Resolute | Obstinate | Dedicated | Lonely
Ravus is very much a solitary creature, preferring the simplicity of isolation to the excitement of pack life. Out in the open, alone, hearing himself think isn't so arduous. What he believes is his simply is. No opinions or shared resources to muddy things. This means that when he comes to a particular conclusion about any given idea, what makes the best meat, what path is quickest to prey, he cannot be dissuaded from his opinion and bless anyone who wastes their time trying. Stubbornness is more akin to pigheadedness. If something is working for him, why change it?
Despite preferring a loner lifestyle, Ravus will not actively avoid contact with other wolves. Those short meetings often bring him gossip and valuable information about the surrounding area, but it just so happens that these wolves never elevate to anything beyond rarely met acquaintance. These meetings are short, task focused, leisure never factoring into the equation as something Ravus would use these exchanges for. Ravus won't admit it, but loneliness plagues him like seasonal melancholy. He refuses to extend friendship to his acquaintances out of stubbornness and a old fashioned notion of self-made independence. Not that he's completely deluding himself, he can manage on his own for great distances of time before an old familiar ache sets in his chest matching the ache in his joints.
Above all else, Ravus is a hunter. There is nothing more that he enjoys or takes pride in than stalking and taking down his prey. He's made it his art, a craftsman of a sort, who challenges himself on the regular. He has used his catch for trade purposes in the past and will horde himself whatever is offered in return for his kills. He freedom he feels overpowering his prey thrills himHistory ||▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 2:06 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 10:54 pm
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Name Meaning: Named for the Lascaux caves in France that hold significant historical importance. Over 600 parietal wall paintings decorate the interior walls and ceilings of the cave. The paintings are primarily of large animals, typical local and contemporary fauna that correspond with the fossil record of the Upper Paleolithic time.
Nickname: 'Las' by his natal family, he's not particularly fond of it.
Age: Wolf equivalent of a 20 something human, born January 27th.
Obtained: Quest Raffle.
Current Residence: Northeast of Ravenbranch, skirting between pack territories.
Pack Status: Packless and struggling.
Images: [ Edits ] [ Without ] [ Cert ] [ Headshot ] [Full Body ]
Plots?: Available!
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Voice: Raspy and spoken more from the chest to deepen an otherwise higher range.
Proportions: Lanky and thin, malnourished from consistent missed meals. Long muzzle and wiry legs.
Disabilities: Aside from an annoying cough, none.
Unique Features: His tail is longer than the average dire.
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Alignment: True Neutral leaning Neutral Good
Gender Identity: Male, DFAB.
Sexual Identity: In a self discovery phase currently. His antisocial nature makes it difficult for him to gauge his reactions toward strangers, attraction something he's not familiar with.
Quirks:
-Persistent short cough that interrupts speech and occasionally stops him from strenuous physical activity. It's a sharp little thing that for all it's annoyance, doesn't seem to make too terrible an impact on his day to day life.
-Fidgets when stressed. When he's sitting he always seems to be tapping a hind paw when anxiety is creeping up. A symptom of an overactive fight or flight instinct.
Playlist:
Escape by Jesper Kyd
To The Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron
Burn the Witch by Radiohead
Rock Island, 1931 by Thomas Newman
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Cosquer [Father]: Relationship currently nonexistent. He's estranged from his family. He doesn't trust his father based on his reaction to his son's trans status as well as older explosive moments. Cosquer was an excellent provider for the pack, but didn't provide much as an emotional bond building father role.
Altamira [Mother]: Relationship currently nonexistent. He's estranged from his family. Slightly more amicable than Lascaux's father, but still not understanding.
Niaux [Sister]: Reluctantly estranged from. She's a strong wolf with a straight forward bluntness that even for all her simplicity, she is frequently profound.
Chauvet [Brother]: Reluctantly estranged from. He's an indecisive fellow but well meaning.
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Relationship Status: Open but not actively looking in character. Not looking for flings.
Love Interest: -n/a-
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Decisive | Adventurous | Reserved | Sagacious | Dysphoric
Survival of the fittest does not dictate that only the strong persevere and propagate. It simply states that survival is an indication of fitness, of success by whatever means you've taken advantage of. In Elys'raena, strength does not always have the upper hand. Lascaux is not an altogether unique wolf. He has the same desires as the majority of his species; survival, companionship, freedom, autonomy, safety. It's in the details that his personality becomes individualized. A healthy dose of realism is how he's survived into his first few years of life, realism and avoidance. Physical prowess was never going to be his key to survival so Lascaux had to develop in other ways.
Lascaux is, by all accounts, a shy wolf. Avoidance of strangers has been so far a successful tactic in keeping mind and limb injury free since breaking from his family group. Still, he hasn't always been successful and the lone wolf style is hardly fail proof 100% for an animal that would rather have a reliable food source. Scavenging being his main source of fuel he never has a belly full enough to develop muscle that could contend with pack wolves who prefer to see him as competition. A threat. Or at least that's what he tells himself and has tip-toed through every territory he's wandered into, making little impression. He's a ghost of his life. To the wolves around him, and largely to himself. He skirts emotion briefly before running away from that too like everything else.
Having dysphoria has been the single most personality sculpting experience for Lascaux. It affects nearly every decision he makes, and the way others perceive him stokes his anxiety. Will they misgender him? Will they respect him, will they attack? Each and every encounter these thoughts run through his head along with all the other risks involved when meeting a potential enemy. Lascaux has proven to be his own worst enemy however. His self-confidence and body image are in shambles over the discomfort and disassociation he experiences with his body. Some days it's easier to ignore than others, but ever present so long as his body remains the way it is. He carries on, for what else can he do?
He makes decisions quickly, having to now, but even growing up he found decision making a fairly easy task. Weighing his options and going for what he believes will give him the best outcome isn't difficult and while he shames himself over plenty, he rarely regrets his decisions. In fact he finds wolves who are wishy washy a considerable annoyance and among his siblings he would be brash enough to make up their minds for them. He's clever. Not obnoxiously quick witted but he can solve problems efficiently. Devising strategies to maneuver through claimed territory, or to hunt the prey he does without help is his strong suit. Lascaux can spend hours caught up in his own thoughts and processes.
Sure he has chosen the loner life due to his social anxiety, but he also has a very keen sense of exploration. Lascaux has no desire to settle down, form/join a pack, and keep one territory, instead preferring to adventure. Discovering little streams, discarded caves, silent thickets gives him a sense of peace that has no rival. Still, as fulfilling as these moments are, sometimes Lascaux wishes he could share these little wonders with someone. There are times the loneliness takes a toll, where he truly aches to be accepted, to be able to shove off his fight or flight instincts. When he does occasionally cross paths with another wolf, he shows them the guarantee of self-defense with a flash of teeth and then quickly makes a run for it. Lascaux has been skirting by for two years now and this constant struggle for survival has been it's own trauma now weighing on his shoulders.History ||▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Lascaux was born in midwinter, the small family pack all huddled together in their cave den when the five youngsters were brought into the world. Their mother's pregnancy had been difficult, the winter killing in the Dawnspire region, she almost lost the pups on multiple occasions prematurely. Two pups were lost in the night, despite the packs's best effort in keeping out the cold, weakened prior to birth. The three that survived became all that more precious; two daughters and a son.
While the pack was small, there were certain traditions the pack passed down that became part of Lascaux's training. Being only a pup of several months however nothing was expected of him quite yet. Everyone contributed to hunting, but during downtime customs were equally divided in a binary model between males and females; pup rearing, teaching, and foraging were typically female roles, as well as storytelling. Males patrolled, scouted, and shared in the pup rearing. As a little one, Lascaux followed the older males as they started on their patrolling rounds. Occasionally they would humor him, take him around just outside the den site, not much farther out. It was amusing, harmless, and they found Lascaux's enthusiasm spirited. He didn't understand this, he simply thought that this was what he was supposed to be doing, what he was pulled to do. His siblings caught on and started doing the same, his sister following him alongside their uncle and older brothers, while, their brother would join them in foraging lessons.
At about seven months of age their training became more rigorous. Hunting lessons began with the pups trailing along for observation and, if nothing else, to acclimate them to the harsh snowy environment. But back at home things started to become...difficult for Lascaux. His sister had faded off in joining his patrolling lessons, instead following their mother as she was asked. One noon when their aunt was taking them out, Lascaux's sister already on her heel while his brother was instructed to tag along for scouting experience, the young wolf stopped. It seemed natural for Lascaux to turn and follow his brother, but as soon as he had done so, his aunt called out for him, scolding him. His place was with the other females, according to her.
He didn't understand these rules. Not for his sister, not for his brother, and not for himself. If he were capable, what did it matter what roles he filled so long as everything got done as they needed to ensure a thriving pack? He couldn't wrap his head around it. But more than that, something started to occur to Lascaux, something that as he grew and hormones started to differentiate his body from his brother's -albeit subtle changes in height and weight- while his mind stayed in one place. He could not connect with this body. He could not connect with the physical manifestations that related to his sex and he completely disassociated. These physical traits weren't his, they needed changing. But what could he do? Fighting against the social dysphoria, while the disparity between his body and mind persisted, was all he could grasp on to. And grasp he did, tightly. The older he got the more assertive he was with declaring his maleness, but his parents pushed back, insisting he grow up out of this childishness, this selfishness and learn his place. It came to a head one evening when Lascaux had shirked his foraging duties and had gone off on his own to scout. Upon coming home he was immediately pounced on by his father, beaten, and forbidden to follow his brother or perform any other male tasks that gave his parents any indication he was still feeling this way.
He kept his head low for several months, surpassing a year old. With each passing day, however, Lascaux was finding it harder to cope not living his truth. He'd spend hours away from his family, growing steadily more reclusive to the point he'd only join them on hunts, preferring to do his duties alone away from the female members of his family. He wasn't one of them, he felt he was invading their space and duties but joining his brother was out of the question. This carried on for months while he progressively became more isolated. It was near the spring and this particular evening was like the prior, Lascaux on his own, treading through the woods when he heard a padding from behind. His sister. They talked, long into the night. Lascaux spilled his heart to her, told her of all his feelings, his reality and after he was done, fully expecting her rejection, she sat in silence for several minutes until finally words found her. Run. Chase freedom. Find your truth out there in the world. It wasn't a disgrace, in fact, she was offering him the chance to leave, to find something better before their parents had the chance to intervene and strip Lascaux of his agency. With a nuzzle and a sweet farewell, he darted into the night, skirting out of the pack's territory before dawn break. Maybe she could change their parent's minds when he could not, either way, he knew staying meant stagnation and the death of who he was.
The first month was difficult. His skills in hunting were decent but one lone wolf wasn't going to bring large enough prey to last for days like he was used to. He needed to think, to plan his attack, set traps, and outsmart smaller faster prey. It took weeks of endless training and many starving nights but he picked up a routine that while it wasn't foolproof, he at least found a meal more regularly than before. He avoided other packs when he crossed through their territories. If his own parents hadn't accepted him how could he expect strangers to show him kindness? It wasn't realistic and so he kept to himself, keeping himself out of trouble by avoiding trouble to the best of his abilities. He only met other wolves by accident and chose to run at the first sign of aggression before learning not to even bother waiting and would run first chance he got. Four months into his self imposed exile he developed a short cough. A little thing here and there. At first he assumed he was getting a cold and would be over it within the week. But the fevers never came and the cough persisted. It's still with him, a quirk of a thing that interrupts his speech and slows him when terribly overexerted but since it hasn't progressed any in the now year he's had it he's not all that fazed. Lascaux has been carrying on as such for two years, ever exploring and learning, finding new lands and new adventures.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 11:04 pm
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| Leave me alone! | Lascaux comes across a stranger that won't for whatever reason leave him alone, and every time he tries to give them the slip, they somehow meet back up. Eventually, before or after the next plot's events, he's able to disappear, but not before he questions why leaving them hurt.
| Maybe I should reconsider this loner thing | Lascaux finds himself in a situation that would have been fatal had not another wolf intervened. Doesn't have to be the same wolf form above. He reconsiders his life choices.
| Can...I join? | After reconsidering he comes to the conclusion he should give pack life another go. A fresh start. I don't want him to randomly come across a pack and ask if he can join. I'd rather him meet someone else, form an attachment, and if this wolf already has a pack they can help introduce him. OR if both are lone wolves they try out an established pack together.
| Escape | Something happens, either meta event or pack power struggles, or something else that later makes sense in character, forces Lascaux to make a run for it and leave the pack he had for at least a while made home. Whether someone comes with him or not will be determined by the relationships he's made.
| You | Lascaux meets (under whatever circumstances that make sense at the time) with the first wolf he formed an attachment with and subsequently abandoned. He now must process the guilt he is feeling and the other emotions that flood him at their reunion.
| Family? | Unsure of how much of a family I'm desiring for Lascaux quite yet. He's not fond of the idea of pups and refuses to birth them himself, but circumstances may change. Finding a mate is not an absolute goal, but might be pleasant if it fits into his story line. I am interested in him making his own sort of family with the friends he makes journeying.
| To the ends of the earth | Along that note I'd like Lascaux to explore as much of Elys'raena as he possibly can without getting killed (or maybe this does kill him way WAY down the road) and maybe even travel outside of it. He'll follow his adventurer's heart and hopes that his companions will stick along for the ride.
| Blessed | I'd like to aim for blessed, however, I am alright with Lascaux failing. That all depends on what is going on in the meta at the time.
| Suggestions | Do you think he'd fit into your wolf's plot? Feel free to throw your idea my way and I'll see what I can do.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2018 4:13 am
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Name Meaning: Means "light for me" in Hebrew.
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Age: Wolf equivalent of a 30 something year old human, born December 21.
Obtained: Staff Secret Santa
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Gender Identity: Male, DMAB.
Sexual Identity: Heterosexual, heteroromantic.
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Relationship Status: Open only to a life mated bond.
Love Interest: -n/a-
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2018 4:15 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2018 4:48 am
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Name Meaning: Finnish for the word "matchless", "unique".
Nickname: Verra. "The Matchmaker", "The Broker"
Age: Wolf equivalent of a human in their late 40s, born February 13.
Obtained: 2017 Plushie by Owlsomniac.
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Images: [ Uncert ] [ Cert ] [ Headshot ] [ Plushie ] [ Plushie Cert ]
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Gender Identity: Male, DMAB.
Sexual Identity: Bisexual, biromantic.
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Forgetful | Fastidious | Scheming | Ostentatious | Nurturing
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