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Hello, visitor, and welcome to my secret lair! Remember: what happens in the lair, stays in the lair.

Stats
7 characters total.
1 male (14%), 6 female (86%)
2 neutral (29%), 3 evil (42%), 2 good (29%)

Locations
Lorelei: Siren
Sonora: No where
Gren: Every Rose Has a Thorn
Heresy: No where
Indy: A Hunt in the Shadows
Asta: No where
Pyra: No where

Plans
Lorelei: unsure, plotting closed, not currently available to thread
Sonora: join new neutral pack, plotting open, available to thread
Gren: help form new good pack, plotting open, not currently available to thread
Heresy: none, plotting open, available to thread
Indy: none, plotting open, not currently available to thread
Asta: none, plotting open, available to thread
Pyra: contribute to "Dark Alliance", plotting open, available to thread

I also play the Eternal Snowfall alphess Piala, for the time being.

Most threads: Gren (6)

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Lorelei.

An evil, female wolf, two years of age, belonging to no pack, with no mate, no pups and no magic.


Her eyes are bright blue.
Her fur is short, sleek, and jet black, except for a few snow-white streaks on her chest and belly (making her coat "tuxedo"). Size-wise, she is entirely average and all her body parts are proportional.


Lorelei thinks of herself as very beautiful and intelligent — which is true to an extent — and she tends to try to show off these qualities, especially if she thinks it will help her somehow. She will change her personality depending on who she is talking to and what she wants from them. She can be sarcastic and mean, or kind and charming (she tends toward the latter), and to go along with this she never introduces herself as her real name; instead she makes up new ones all the time. She looks down on neutral wolves because she, ironically, hates ambiguity in others.


Lorelei was born to the alphas of a distant pack, but she was not the first in line to inherit her parents' land. Rather, she was their fourth-born, with only two of her siblings below her. Her parents focused nearly all their energy on their first- and second-born, teaching them all they could about running a pack, hunting, surviving, and everything else they might need to do during their lives. The rest of the pups were given lessons by the beta and other subordinates in the pack. While the rest of her siblings learned and grew, Lorelei spent her energy instead on trying to figure out how she could rise through the ranks to become her parents' heir. Over the course of months, she lied to her packmates to spread distrust, and her scheming culminated in an attempt on her older sister's life. It failed and all her lies and plots were exposed, and she was thrown out of the pack. She traveled through the mountains, subsisting on little water and no food, until she came, nearly starved, to the valley.


Motives


8 posts in 1 thread
Siren || Lorelei travels to the Forest of Love and finds something unexpected.

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Sonora.

A netural, female wolf, three years of age, belonging to no pack, with no mate, no pups and no magic power.


Sonora's eyes are a lovely lavender color.Her fur is mostly tan-colored except for a wide chocolate-brown dorsal stripe along her body. It starts at her nose, continues straight backwards, covers the backs of her ears, and then spreads over her shoulders, back and hips, and ends partway down her tail. The chocolate color is also present on the backs of her legs and her toes. She has many scars where the fur will never grow back, and a few of them, particularly a deep bite mark at her elbow, are quite severe and noticeable. Sonora's body is a bit smaller than average, but she is of at least average height thanks to her long legs.


Due to an inherent disability, her sense of smell is severely limited. She can only smell very strong scents of things that are close to her. Because of this, Sonora relies on her next strongest sense, that of hearing, to gather information about her surroundings, so she has always been a very quiet wolf and prefers the company of others who also don't talk much. When she is listening to voices she can't hear other sounds, like twigs breaking and brush rustling, that can warn her of danger. Unless she is in a place see knows to be safe or is in the company of wolves she trusts to warn her of danger, she is reluctant to speak at all. Under normal circumstances, she is a rather stiff, formal type who prefers to remain in the background, and does not often stoop to play. She is fiercely loyal and revels in physical combat, in which she has exceled all her life. She angers easily and does not take insults in stride.


Sonora was born into one of the unofficial, vagrant packs in the valley that do not possess land. For generations her pack, the leadership of which had been passed down through the years only from parent to child, had been feuding with another vagrant pack for reasons no living wolf can remember. (It has something to do with one family causing the other to lose a territory, or something along those lines.) Sonora and her siblings were brought up breathing an atmosphere of fear, anger and violence, and they were indoctrinated from a young age to hate all wolves that belonged to their family's rival pack. Fights and battles broke out often between the two packs, wolves in both, Sonora included, believing that their family had been done a great injustice and that it was their duty to set it right by taking their revenge on the wolves who had done it.
Both packs jealously guarded their secrets, such as where they lived, how many wolves they ranked, how well they were fed, and of course how many pups the alphas had to carry on their traditions. Sonora and her siblings were kept well hidden from the world for the first year of their lives as they were taught to hunt and fight their rivals. From the time they turned two years old Sonora and her siblings participated in all fights and battles they were able.
One late fall night, during a torrential rainstorm that masked their scents and sounds, several wolves from the rival pack stole into the camp of Sonora's pack and started to slaughter the helpless sleeping wolves. Sonora and her packmates were woken by a death cry and a mighty battle broke out. Sonora plunged into the thick of it, but it soon became clear that the ambushed pack was outnumbered. After a few minutes of the battle Sonora had suffered several deep wounds and was bleeding heavily, and she fled. A couple of wolves chased her but, spurned on by terror, Sonora was able to beat them to a nearby marsh, where she lost her pursuers. At daybreak the victorious pack searched for her but she had stumbled on all through the night and was miles away.
To this day Sonora has no idea how many of her pack survived the attack, and while she would love to let herself believe she may one day be reunited with any of them, especially her siblings, she is a realist and cannot kid herself. The chances that she was the only survivor are high.


Sonora is a bit lost right now. She wants only to be part of a stable pack but is still living life as a loner.


25 posts in 5 threads
Kinos' Den || Sonora confronts a stranger on Rising Sol's borders.
The Sun Burns Brighter Sonora teams up with Shiver in her first hunt with a packmate.
And So the Sun Rises || Sonora joins in a pack meeting.
Speaking with the Newcomer || Sonora seeks acceptance to the Rising Sol pack.
Silver Sanctuary || Sonora meets an obnoxious stranger.

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Gren.

A good, male wolf, three years of age, beta of the Eden pack, with no mate, no pups and no magic power.


Gren's eyes are bright yellow. His coat is black, with bright, nebulous, black-flecked blue-and-green stripes and patches on his legs, flanks, ears, and back.


Gren is very easygoing, level-headed and calm. He does not like to be the center of attention, but he does quite well in social situations because of his confidence and thoughtfulness. Despite his bad experiences with being in packs, he gets very lonely when he doesn't have company.


Gren's history began long before he was born: it began with his great grandfather, who was born to one of the prominent packs in the valley.
The wolf had a wanderer's heart and wished to travel around, so when he was old enough that's exactly what he did: he left the valley to see what the world had to offer, with every intention of eventually returning home. But that never happened. While abroad, he met the mate of his dreams: a plain-jane, but kind and caring and gentle. They settled down together near her birthplace and lived out their lives together. Many pups came of their union, and over the generations their pack flourished and grew until it was the largest in the area.
But none of the founders' descendants ever showed any odd coloration or magical prowess like those wolves from the valley. By the time Gren was born, the founder's origins had been all but forgotten.
Gren grew up fully aware of how he had inherited his unusual coloring, and naturally he was curious about his great grandfather's origins, but he never felt the need to go to the valley himself to find out what it was like there.
Meanwhile, Gren's father was a good alpha to the pack, but his mother was too timid to lead it when her mate was killed while on a pack hunt. Leadership of the pack went to Gren's uncle, and from then on Gren was constantly teased for looking different, and was left out of his siblings' games; even the adults in the pack only tolerated his presence. His mother refused to stand up for him. He had but one friend in the whole pack: his younger brother, Benji. The two were inseparable after their father's death. But tragedy struck again when Benji befell a fate similar to his father's. During a pack hunt he fell down a steep slope into a ravine. Gren searched the area for days but the river appeared to have carried Benji's body downstream, and eventually Gren gave up. Without his friend, it was no longer worth the torment from his packmates to stay in the pack, so he decided he would leave his birthplace and travel to his great grandfather's birthplace to see what it was all about.


40 posts in 6 threads
Every Rose Has a Thorn (6) || Gren returns home with Euphatra and finds newcomers in Wildflower Clearing.
Nothing Helps Anymore (10) || Gren goes to the Adoette Tree and meets Euphatra.
Love at First Sniff? (9) || Gren treks into the forest and meets someone new.
Gathering Darkness (1) || Gren and Kendil find themselves on the border of Eden pack.
The Lost One (5) || Gren and Kendil take a detour on their trek south.
Spectacular (9) || Gren takes shelter from a storm and makes a new friend.

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Heresy.

An evil, female wolf, ten months of age, belonging to no pack, with no mate, no pups and no magic power.


Heresy is thin and tall, and when full grown will remain so. She still has the disproportionately large paws of a pup. Her fur is a dark magenta, fading to black at her ears, paws and tail, and she has a red droplet-shaped marking on her forehead. Her eyes are a warm golden color.


Heresy is still young and still has a pup's instincts to play, but her playtime is often far from innocent. She finds pleasure in destroying anything and everything, both physically and verbally. In general she is disrespectful, sarcastic, quick to anger and loves to assert her dominance over anyone she thinks will put up with it, but she will back down in a heartbeat if she is challenged, for her ultimate goal is self-preservation. The one thing she will not put up with is someone making fun of her coat color, which has happened to her for as long as she can remember.

Heresy was born to a small, old, evil pack. It had a tradition of teaching its youngsters only the minimum of survival skills before tossing them out of the territory to learn the rest on their own, as a sort of coming of age custom. At only nine months old Heresy and her siblings were kicked out of the territory, separately so they could not band up and help each other, and told to come back when they thought they could pass their "final tests". Heresy tried very hard to survive on her own, but found it very difficult given her minimal training. So she decided to put the place behind her and has been in search of a new pack, one where she can learn more of what she needs to know to make it in this world.


3 posts in 1 thread
Making Her Own Way || Heresy seeks to join the Dark Donoma pack.

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Indica (Indy).

A neutral, female wolf, three years of age, belonging to no pack, with no mate, no pups and no magic power.


On her back, shoulders, and tail, Indy's fur is a medium shade of dusty brown. Her lower body is a lighter shade of brown. The two browns are separated by a strip of pink. Her fur is long but she doesn't try hard to keep it clean, so often it falls into clumps, giving her an unkempt, but not ugly look. Indy is of average build, or perhaps a bit thinner. The way her fur clumps makes her appear a bit haggard, and even thinner than she is. Indy's eyes are pale yellow in color.


Indy is a free spirit. Her basest thoughts are for her own needs and desires. She wants to experience everything the wold has to offer; she goes wherever the wind will take her and thinks nothing of broken promises or commitments. That being said, she has a very kind heart and will do what she can to help others that need it, so long as doing so will not harm her or at least she deems the cause worthy.


History.


8 posts in 2 threads
A Hunt in the Shadows || Indy and Savita attempt to hunt together.
I Can't Even Dream || Indy seeks shelter from a snow storm and meets someone new.

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Asta.

A good, female wolf, one year of age, belonging to no pack, with no mate, no pups and no magic power.


Asta's coat is made of layers of muted browns and greens. Her paws and chest are a dull white.


She has had very little interaction with wolves outside her family, and most of what she has seen of others has been bad, so she is exceedingly wary of strangers. Being small and innocent-looking, she must take steps to protect herself. She can act quite defensive—aggressive, even—toward those whom she doesn't trust, but despite this, she is a simple girl who wants nothing more in life than friendship and happiness.


Asta'a parents were a pair of lone wolves who were trying to establish a pack. Since they had no help other than each other, hunting was hard for them and they were unable to adequately nourish themselves during her mother's pregnancy. Asta, while small and runty, was the stronger of two pups born; her sister was sickly and weak, but their parents were able to keep them both alive for a while. Unfortunately they had unknowingly settled in the summer range of a large pack, who were less than pleased to find trespassers upon their return. Thanks to the watchfulness of Asta's father, the family had just enough warning of the attack for Asta and her mother to escape while Asta's father went to the den to retrieve their second daughter. They never caught up and Asta has seen neither her sister nor father since that day, but hopes they still might be alive. After that day, Asta's mother dutifully cared for her while they traveled. She taught her daughter as much as she could about hunting and gave Asta every scrap of food that she could catch until she was so thin she could hardly walk. Over Asta's first winter, her mother disappeared without a trace. Asta survived the harsh season by eating carrion, and now that the good season has come back around she hopes to get stronger, hone her hunting skills, and find a pack that will be able to protect her.


No threads yet. PM Forte to start one with Asta!

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Pyra.

An evil, female wolf, three years of age, belonging to no pack, with no mate, no pups and with level 1 Flame.


Pyra's coat consists of a black base with a red, cloud-looking marking on her dorsal regions, reaching from her nose to her tail, that fades through orange to yellow near the edges. She has similar, smaller blotches of color on her legs. Technically her eyes are blue, but most of the time they appear colorless. She is of average size, a bit on the smaller side, but she is made mostly of muscle. She is built for agility.


She is mistrustful. She tends to think that other wolves are secretly plotting against her. She is constantly on guard and is always looking for signs of betrayal or lying in other wolves. She is ambitious and will do whatever it takes to achieve her life's goal of leading a pack, as her father intended, including using other wolves for her own gain. Empathy is not in her vocabulary—in fact, she feels little emotion at all for others.


Pyra's father was an ambitious wolf whose ultimate goal was to lead a pack. It took him a long time to fulfill the dream, and by the time he did his health was already failing. Pyra was his firstborn and he chose her as his successor, training her from a young age to take his place when he died. She never considered that things might not work out that way, never thought out what options she might have if they didn't. When her father was found dead with the scent of the pack's beta all over his body, the pack erupted into internal fighting. Eventually the pack split. The wolves that chose to follow the beta ganged up on the rest, which included the murdered alpha's family, and chased them from the territory. They wandered for several weeks before Pyra heard a story about the Mountain and the wolves that lived peacefully in its shadow. She decided it would be worth her while to travel there and work to become the alphess of a pack of magical wolves. Feeling that her family was weighing her down, she struck off on her own for the Mountain.


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