Dire Wolves(Complete)

[Wolfen]

General Information
Name: Nightfell
Nickname: Night-sama
Age: 93 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Alpha Male

Personality
One Word: Intelligent
Likes:

• Hunting
  
• Racing
  
• His Pack

Dislikes:

• Dishonesty
  
• Killing for No Reason
  
• Anyone Who Tries to Mess with His Pack

Strengths:

• Telekinesis
  
• Enhanced Sense of Smell
  
• Night Vision
  
• Enhanced Hearing
  
• Telepathic Abilities
  
• Mind Manipulation

Weaknesses:

• Fear of Fire
  
• Willingness to Die for Pack
  
• Untrusting

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
He seems cold, hard, but he's kind to those he considers his friends, and is willing to die for his pack. He's loyal, and would never betray anyone. Few know anything about him, because he keeps it all bottled up. He's been the leader of his pack for a long time and is never going to give up. He's not overconfident, but even if he knows he'll lose, he'll still fight. He has a strong sense of duty, and puts his pack before himself. He cares more for others them himself, if you haven't already noticed that, and is very brave.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye color: Sky Blue
  
• Pelt Color: Grey, Black, and White w/ Three Sky Blue Lines Under Each Eye
  
• Weight: 203 lbs.
  
• Height: 5'3"

History
Detailed Personal History:
As a pup, he was the heir to the alpha's throne. Other pups disliked him for that, and he was always treated respectfully even by the Gammas. They all saw his potential, his psychic abilities. When he reached twelve, he was a fine young dire wolf, already working on mastering his Rage capabilities. The Rage is something all dire wolves had, powering them to mighty extents that would overpower mammoths. He got into the Warriors of the pack at a very young age, passing the test easily. The test was to help the race of man take down the largest demon they could possibly find. He helped get rid of a gigantic spider demon, one the size of a mansion. He'd even taken care of the landlord, who the spider had possessed. He was immediately the chief of the warriors. Several years later, a large raid by the Sabres occurred, killing mostly everyone. Him and several others managed to survive, and he and Jackal, one of his good friends, lived through over seventy more years. Now the pack has dwindled down to few, however each one is very strong. They all are of the purest of Dire Wolf blood(Minus Jackal). The difference between Dire Wolves and normal wolves is that Dires are ten times stronger then any wolf. Demon wolves even have a hard time contending.

The word? Caligula. I'm saying this once and once only.

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General Information
Name: Jackal
Nickname: Jack
Age: 91 Years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Demon Jackal
Profession: Omega

Personality
One Word: Fun-Loving
Likes:

• Nice Weather
  
• Jokes
  
• Laughing
  
• Having Fun

Dislikes:

• Rudeness
  
• Wolves Who Scorn Her
  
• Being Hungry

Strengths:

• Overconfidence
  
• Fire
  
• Having Something/Someone to Protect
  
• Being Able to Seduce Those of the Opposite Gender
  
• Speed

Weaknesses:

• Overconfidence
  
• Water
  
• Weak Mentally
  
• Easily Angered

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Jack is a fun loving prankster, always happy unless something goes wrong. She's very vain, focusing mainly on her appearance, and loves to have races with other pack members who aren't busy. She loves babysitting the pups and younger wolves, but she also loves sleeping in. She loves the smell of wildflowers, marigolds are her favorites though. She loves eating raspberries, and running with wild things. She likes rabbit demons in particular, since they're so fast. She also likes the thumping they can make with their feet when they're in rabbit form.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye color: Amber
  
• Pelt Color: Red, Maroon, White
  
• Weight: 105 lbs.
  
• Height: 3'4"

History
Detailed Personal History:
When Jack was first born, her mother died. She had one brother named Bloosh. He was the opposite of her, shy, withdrawn, and he was colored blue too. Their father took care of them, giving them milk he took from farmers who offered it to him after he told them his cause. Jack and Bloo didn't get very big because they weren't nursed on proper mother's milk, and the next year, Bloosh and Papa both got sick with a fatal disease that had been running rampant and died as well. Only a year old, Jack took to a farm, where a kind old man and lady took care of her, until she turned seven. She'd grown into a small but fine pup, and now that she had been trained to hunt by the farmer's hounds, she could fend for herself. Since she was a rogue for a year, she learned to use speed and flee from any attackers, and give bear demons her food if they happened to want it.

The word? ...

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General Information
Name: Senko
Nickname: --
Age: 2 Years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Pup

Personality
One Word: Conserved
Likes:

• Turtles
  
• Frogs
  
• Gaining Knowledge

Dislikes:

• Being Bothered
  
• Pain
  
• Not Being Able to Get Books

Strengths:

• Water Shifting
  
• Being Able to Become Amphibious
  
• Smart

Weaknesses:

• Electricity
  
• Timid
  
• Low Self-Esteem

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Senko is a quiet, well behaved wolf. She strives to gain intelligence, and would never want to harm anything. She loves to swim, and being able to communicate with anything that swims is one of her advantages. She loves the ocean as well, and swimming against the currents is a hobby she likes, making her legs powerful and it keeps her in shape, even though she's just a pup. She likes rain, and to dance in it and play in the mud. Her paws are brown, so as long as it doesn't reach the blue of her body you won't be able to see it.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye color: Grey
  
• Pelt Color: Blue, Muddy Brown, Sepia
  
• Weight: 98 lbs.
  
• Height: 2'1"

History
Detailed Personal History:
Since she's so young, she doesn't have much of a past. Most of the past she has lies near the beach, swimming against the mighty currents during a storm, with lightning crossing the skies and thunder rolling over the clouds like huge drumbeats. In the hours she spends dancing in the rain, frolicking as mud covers her light mud colored paws while rain darkens her blue hued bodice. In days as she watches the movements of every animal she can see, taking in every curve of it's body and every blink of it's eye. In the days she spends, dozing on the beach side, her sun warmed pelt drying after a long swim. In the moments conversing with animals that swam, talking of everything that they did, so she could learn on how they lived and survived. She might not have had much of a past, but she's spent her two years wisely, already having knowledge surpassing that of most humans, even though they had their books.

The word? ...

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General Information
Name: Indigo
Nickname: Indy
Age: 5 Months
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Troublesome Pup

Personality
One Word: Mischievous
Likes:

• Having Fun
  
• Laughing
  
• Chasing Things
  
• Pies

Dislikes:

• Being Alone
  
• Being Treated Like a Baby
  
• Getting Caught When Doing Something She Wasn't Supposed To

Strengths:

• Invisibility
  
• Ability to Lie
  
• Boldness
  
• Confidence in Self
  
• Stealthiness

Weaknesses:

• Being Bribed
  
• Fear of Storms
  
• Fear of Creepy Crawlies

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Indy is a very spoiled little pup, having no brothers or sisters. Even though she's notorious for lying and being troublesome, everyone loves her. She's playful and rambunctious, always insisting to play. She likes stealing, and even ate some pies when a nearby village had a market day. She was chased off with a broom, but she laughed to whole way, her little black mug covered in apple and raspberry flavors from the pies she'd ate. Luckily she didn't eat so much she got sick.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye Color: Blue
  
• Pelt Color: Black
  
• Weight: 20 lbs.
  
• Height: 1'4"

History
Detailed Personal History:
A couple months ago, a village nearby had a market. She used her invisibility, which she had only recently discovered on how to use, and taken about four different pies from one of the merchant's stalls, dragging them off with a large piece of cloth big enough to fit them on. She ate about half of each one, and they were apple, raspberry, cherry, and blueberry pies. She sure discovered her love for pie. Now she begs Senko to use the human money she had found one afternoon on a dead body to buy some. Dire Wolves can speak English, y'know.

The word? Caligula

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General Information
Name: Sable
Nickname: --
Age: 47 Years Old
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Healer

Personality
One Word: Caring
Likes:

• Being Able to Help
  
• Pups
  
• Shiny Things

Dislikes:

• Getting Sick
  
• Dishonesty
  
• Hot Weather

Strengths:

• Ice
  
• Cold Weather
  
• Healing
  
• Herbal Knowledge
  
• Social Capabilities

Weaknesses:

• Easily Falls Ill
  
• Has a Bad Paw
  
• Not Very Fast
  
• Not Very Strong

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Despite hating it, Sable is a very sickly wolf. Even though she often catches something, she's the healer. However, she only usually catches colds. She dislikes any kind of physical activity, and despite the fact she's quite small, she isn't very fast or stealthy because of a terrible wound that left her right front paw immobile and twisted. She's always honest, but encourages everyone to do their best, no matter what. She's always been something of a matchmaker, and likes to try and pair Senko up with Halfmoon.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye color: Amber
  
• Pelt Color: White w/ Powder Blue Streaks
  
• Weight: 158 lbs.
  
• Height: 3'11"

History
Detailed Personal History:
She was born with a brother and sister, and she turned out to be the runt. Her mother was a very loving one, but her father was very irresponsible. He favored his son above his daughters, causing Sable to dislike him very much. When she was old enough(15) she was apprenticed by the healer of the pack, and soon after became the healer so the old one could retire. The old one was nearly five hundred years old. He died later because of a freak accident while hunting with the pack. Not long after, her father was exiled from the pack for beating his son, since he was so disappointed in him, and while she was twenty-eight she got her paw shredded while in a fight with an alligator. The paw never healed properly, leaving it mangled and twisted. From then on, she never got involved with physical activities. Her sister later died of poisoning by death-berries, but her brother went on to be a fine Beta and her mother left the pack to wander.

The word? ...

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General Information
Name: Ivory
Nickname: --
Age: 47 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Beta Male

Personality
One Word: Brave
Likes:

• Sable, His Sister
  
• Trees
  
• Storms

Dislikes:

• Traitors
  
• Days That Are Too Hot
  
• Dogs

Strengths:

• Sable
  
• Brave
  
• Cunning
  
• Strong
  
• Fast

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Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
He's brave and cunning, always making sure he's in the front line of battle. He's killed many to protect his pack, and is very untrusting with newcomers. He's very honest, and serious about his job. In no way is he greedy or power-hungry, but he's dedicated to his job and ready to take charge at the blink of an eye. He loves to hunt, because the chase and the tracking always helps him vent out the tension he gets when dealing with wolves that cross their border. He doesn't like Jack very much because of her species.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye Color: Brown
  
• Pelt Color: Brown, Tan, Black
  
• Weight: 201 lbs.
  
• Height: 5'1"

History
Detailed Personal History:
When he was first apprenticed, he was apprenticed by Nightfell himself. He held promise, being a strong pup, and he turned out to be smart and cunning to match his size and strength. When his sister became healer, he was happy for her. He was terribly depressed when his other sister died, and he cared for Sable when she hurt her paw. Every day he went to see her, and he always went with her so she could gather the herbs she needed. He hunted rabbits and smaller prey to bring back solely for her, after the pack was taken care of. Once he became Beta, he continued taking care of her, even though he had more chores to fill. He came by daily, but they were shorter visits. But he always went to see her. Still, he takes care of her every day.

The word? ...

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General Information
Name: Halfmoon
Nickname: Moon
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Youth

Personality
One Word: Curious
Likes:

• Senko
  
• Learning
  
• Fighting

Dislikes:

• Sable's Matchmaking
  
• Dogs
  
• Annoying Persons

Strengths:

• Overconfidence
  
• Senko
  
• Brave
  
• Fire
  
• Stealthy

Weaknesses:

• Water
  
• Overconfidence
  
• Curiosity
  
• Senko

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
It's surprising he's still alive, being such a curious pup and all. He's had times when he's swallowed poison ivy, got his nose shot with porcupine quills, stepped on rusty metal, fallen into a raging river and been tossed off a waterfall. Moon is very brave as well, somewhat an idiot even. He likes to spar with those of his own category, and he's pretty strong for his age.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye color: Seafoam Green
  
• Pelt Color: Beige, Tan, Rust
  
• Weight: 130 lbs.
  
• Height: 3'11"

History
Detailed Personal History:
As mentioned, he went through many curious mistakes as a pup. He four brothers, all of which went off on their own, each wanting to run their own packs. He never heard from them again. His mother was an elegant she-wolf, his father a brave warrior. Much was expected of him, but he paid it no mind, that expectancy soon wearing off. He was as curious as ever, and during one of his very curious moments, he ended up being swept away by a river, and down a waterfall. When he awoke, he was being tended to by a beautiful she-wolf who had blue fur, with muddy brown paws and tail. He was only two, and she was one. She had pretty brown eyes, and he stared right into them, finding himself in a 'love at first sight' situation. She helped him along, and they became good friends.

The word? ...

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General Information
Name: Shadowtail
Nickname: Shadow-sama
Age: 85 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Guardian

Personality
One Word: Mysterious
Likes:

• Being Left Alone
  
• Hunting
  
• Getting Lost in Thoughts

Dislikes:

• Traitors
  
• Dishonesty
  
• Being Bothered

Strengths:

• The Shadows
  
• Nighttime
  
• Poison
  
• Immune to Poison and Disease
  
• Can Copy Abilities

Weaknesses:

• Pups
  
• Fighting as a Team
  
• Not Very Social

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Shadowtail is untrusting but loyal, however he prefers to think about life, alone, while guarding the camp. He isn't very social, always out of distance from anyone mentally. He likes pups, since they're so carefree, and they can do whatever they want with hardly any consequences, aside from getting grounded and having to stay in the nursery, but Shadowtail sometimes wishes he was younger again, a teenager, so he could take off and explore the forests like he often used to.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye color: Grey
  
• Pelt Color: Black, Dark Grey
  
• Weight: 217 lbs.
  
• Height: 5'5"

History
Detailed Personal History:
Shadowtail had a hard life growing up, living on scraps humans fed him after he was kicked out by his mother. What he got wasn't much, hardly enough to live on, and he was a skinny little dog to anyone who looked. But anyone who could tell the difference between a Dire Wolf and a dog would notice him more. Countless wolves, dogs, demons, and multiple other types of beasts did he fight to keep his share of food, and he became a lean, strong brute. He later learned the dark art of shadow bending, melting into shadows, using them to control his enemies and make the shadows into solid objects. He became well known for his abilities, and strength, later finding out he could clone moves an opponent used, if studied and practiced properly. He was later found by Nightfell and his small pack many years later, and taken in. He was taught to hunt properly, and was taken care of to get rid of the worms he had by the healer. He soon grew to be bigger and stronger then both the Beta and Alpha. He became the first Guardian, and he's never lost a battle since.

The word? ...

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General Information
Name: Cissa
Nickname: Goldeye, Cissa-chan
Age: 68 Years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Dire Wolf
Profession: Huntress

Personality
One Word: Perky
Likes:

• Chatting
  
• Secrets
  
• Hunting

Dislikes:

• Being Lectured
  
• Failing
  
• Being Bossed Around

Strengths:

• Social
  
• Super Speed
  
• Can Jump High
  
• Stealthy
  
• Electricity

Weaknesses:

• Cockiness
  
• Not Too Strong
  
• Easily Distracted

Side: Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Sometimes, Cissa can be very ADD. She has times when she is hyper, and she loves to chat, and hear the latest gossip. It's her job, but she still loves hunting. She dislikes dogs, since they have attendancies to think they're tougher then wolves, and boy, if a dog demon gets in her way, they get their asses handed to them. She also hates Dire wolves who aren't pure blooded. She believes Dire wolves should be the perfect breed of wolf, and that by making hybrids of them, that it's mucking up their reputation. Cissa is very smooth with her words, and is very proud. She's stubborn, and doesn't take 'no' for an answer. She tries not to be too troublesome, but she's a dutiful huntress and will always remain loyal to the pack.

Appearance
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Overall Description:

• Eye color: Goldenrod
  
• Pelt Color: White, Grey, Maroon, Red
  
• Weight: 177 lbs.
  
• Height: 4'9"

History
Detailed Personal History:
Born into a litter of six she-pups, Cissa always had someone to play with. Her mother was a gorgeous young female, her father a handsome young male. Both were very much in love, even after the litter of six was born. Her father was loyal to her mother, and her mother was loyal to her father. But then, on one of those fateful evenings, the raid happened. Her mother and father were killed, and she was rescued by Nightfell and Jackal. They took good care of her, and as the pack rebuilt itself slightly. She was very lucky to have survived, for she was the only pup left from the six pups her parents had had. She was taught to hunt, and she excelled with it, using brains before brawn, and she took down many a deer, elk, and even moose, all on her own. Later, she learned how to control lightning, and then figured out she could move at an extraordinary rate of speed. She was stealthy, making her the swiftest hunter in the pack. She became the main hunter, and was the chief in the patrols. She was the fourth most important member in the pack.

The word? .... Caligula... *sigh*

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