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Nicknames: Tiber, Caesar
Age: Three-ish

Family: Mother and father (deceased)
??? and ??? (siblings, may or may not be alive)

Mate(s): Yeah right.

RP Status: OPEN. Read on and engage if you dare.

Bio:
Tiberius is an unnameable form of Shizophrenic, to say the least. He has characteristics of being paranoid, catatonic, and overly violent at small stimuli to the point of being sadistic. Needless to say he's difficult to get along with, though at times the wolf can appear completely normal. He is not however, in any way nice. There are a trio or more at times of voices that have nearly continual arguments, loudly, inside his brain. These inner discussions as you might call them are the predecessor to some immoral action generally, and while they are going on Tiberius tends to act out of instinct rather than what little sense he has left.

The wolf will openly talk about his mental deviations and isn't shy in admitting to be utterly insane. The fact is he knows he has a long list of problems, but after a long time of trying to overcome them when he was young and much to his own undoing, he's all but given up. Progressively Tiberius has spiraled deeper into his own realms, finally achieving a near split in his personality. That's not to say a true split, as his memory is continuous, and he seems to switch back and forth between hugely aggressive and sweet and poetic freely.

History:

Tiberius was once part of a pack, and as a pup he was best friends with another wolf who was the runt of her litter. Both were outcasts, Tiberius' coloration wasn't anywhere close to that of any of the other wolves in the mated pack he grew up in, and the other was so small that her existence was nothing short of a miracle. The pair played together daily and tended to wander far from the core of their lands to explore. It was on the outskirts of the packlands that Tiber began to hear the voices.

He was just trying his hand at hunting when they started demanding blood. Images if maimed, dismembered creatures flooded his mind. He could feel bones crunching under his jaws, flesh giving way to his claws, the screams of the hundreds of kills that flowed through his mind in an instant. To the little puppy, it was horrible, and the screaming inside his head was getting louder until he raised his own voice to match.

Later his friend told me he had gone stiff and fallen over, dark eyes staring lifelessly as she tried to wake him, until he started to make horrible howling noises that escalated to the scream that awakened him from his stupor.

It happened again a few days later, but this time Tiber didn't go stiff. He acted on the impulse without thinking, and when he came to his friend was crying and attempting to hold on to him. Her nose was bleeding.

Tiberius didn't go play with his friend for a while after that. In fact, when he saw her again they'd both grown considerably.

When he saw her again, something in him stirred that hadn't when they were younger. He hadn't noticed how pretty she was! After a few weeks of their teen crush, the pair made a decision to run away from the pack together and start a new life. Things were going well, Tiber was happy, and the voices stayed quiet for the most part. He hunted alone so that she wouldn't see him if he had a relapse, though she was always suspicious when he came back with strange wounds. The reality was, if Tiber couldn't find something to maul, he self-inflicted during his stupors.

But, overall, they were happy.

~~~

Oh god, she might be pregnant. Tiberius didn't know what to do. He was horrified. Now he had to hunt to feed an entire family. How would they take care of puppies? He didn't want her to have to do anything, but she needed more food if she was to go through with this. She was so thin, and it was going to take the two of them to take down the deer. Tiber convinced himself that in order to make sure she was healthy enough, he had to let her help in the hunt.

He doesn't remember much of what happened next.

But she fell from the cliff. Her legs broke as she hit the rocks below, he saw that much. And she was swept away.

Had he pushed her? The voices in his mind said so. And now she was dead, and it was his fault. Oh god, he'd killed his whole family.

Tiberius wanted to follow her off the cliff, but fear kept him rooted where he was.

He didn't really want to die.

And now he doesn't remember her name, that beautiful runt from so long ago. The trauma of the event has been mercifully locked away, but she was black and white and brown and beautiful. And he would never fall in love again, and there was no reason to resist the madness any more.

RP Log ~
With Reno and Cellen
A Twist of Fate, Tiber and Xieros

Name: Petbe
Nicknames: Pet
Stage: Adult
Rank: Beta
Gender: Male
Age: 1.5 years

Family: Aion, Father.

Mate(s): None

Alpha(s): None

Photo Gallery:
Pup Uncerted
Adolescent Certed

Bio:
Rambunctious, hyperactive, fast talking and fast bouncing best describe this high-strung pup at heart. On first inspection many might get the impression that he's the most ADD wolf ever born, but this fact belies his underlying intelligence and maturity. Why he acts as he does is in that sense unusual, but for all his one-word sentences, he is rather articulate.

If you can catch everything he's saying.

More recently the unsuited wolf has been thrust into the rank of Beta by his father, a turn of events he is rather displeased with. Petbe lacks the leadership and fighting skills of his rank and knows it, and has no desire to take over the pack his father is forming. (Since disbanded)

He has left the company and guidance of his father in order to strike out on his own and find a place where his passive nature is more suitable, though so far his way of speaking turns away most other wolves.

Seeking:
Friends, mostly. If something leads to romance, so be it, but Petbe won't be the one to initiate it.

Name: Necros
Nicknames: Wolfkiller
Stage: Adult
Rank: Shaman
Gender: Male
Age: ???

Family: None

Mate(s): HAH.

Alpha(s): None.

Bio:
REALLY need to work on this...

In esscence, in his previous 'life', Necros was a powerful pack leader of ruthless wolves. Full obedience to him was rewarded with the spoils of war in the form of females from the raided pack, the fresh meat of the kill, and status. But the life blood and passion of these ruthless rogues was simply in the hunt, the raid, the murder. They were untouchable, they had everything they wanted, for a little while.

Castaway had shown up alone, packless, useless as a target or a source of information, and Necros had fallen for her. Through a string of lies, he tricked her into being at his side. She was his ultimate prize, a gorgeous white companion who knew nothing of his habits. However, Cas would not be fooled forever. When she learned of his lies and the true nature of those he led, she organized a way to take him down. Seer wolves tracked him, shaman wolves bound him, and a large collaborative of enemies that Necros had built up over a lifetime came down on him in one swoop, destroying the beast.

Desire, however, refused to die, and the residual magics from those who had murdered him in the area where he fell slowly reanimated his corpse, though his sins have left him cursed. Now he wants nothing more than to reclaim the life he once had, though he is at a severe disadvantage because of his disfigurement. (Read: zombification)

Necros kills most things that he touches, an addition to his repertoire that he enjoys, though he cannot fully control it. Unlike other shaman, he cannot heal another wolf, and if he could the wound would leave horrible scars. His curse and link to the world beyond this one is a dual edged sword, and until he learns to control it he is at risk of causing some serious damage accidentally to other wolves.

RP Log:
Necros and Raja, p 9238 to 9247
Morbidly Curious, Millanna and Necros
Life and Death, Oberon and Necros

Nicknames: Winter Eyes, Ice

Gender: Female

Mate(s): Equuleus

RP Status: Closed until such a time as her and Equus' plottage is furthered.

Bio:
Livia is as icy in general nature as her coat colors. She's a little haughty to those she deems unworthy to be in her presence, and is very much aware that she is an attractive wolfess. However, she can be humbled if approached properly.

This female is also very much in love with the winter weather, and will go through lengths to keep out of the summer heat. She's more in her element when surrounded by snowfall. Because of this, she mostly resides in mountain heights where spring never quite breaches the ground. She comes down into grasses to hunt and for other necessities, but will otherwise remain out of lowlands for the bulk of the year, until the valleys are again ridden with snow.

Past Rps:
Cold Snap - Livia (GlacialWolf)
Starlit Skies, Winter Eyes - Livia (GlacialWolf)
Hypersensitivity and Unstable Ground - Livia, Aion (GlacialWolf), Occam (Ashtiel Pantheres)

Current Rps:
Seaside Vacation - Livia (GW)

Name: Camille
Nicknames: Tiger
Stage: Adult
Rank: Gamma
Gender: Female
Age: Four

Family: Uncertain

Mate(s): None

Alpha(s): None

Bio:
Camille is rather brash and forward. She's likely to step on another wolf's head, for instance, in order to get a better look at a scarred ear. A shade bossy and very articulate, the wolfess is not easy to push around, though she's not the dominant type either. When not actively exploring the strange and unusual, she is very laid back and kind in general, ever waiting for the next adventure opportunity to present itself.