Wrath~Male~Valkyr

[yoko]

Name: Wrath

Nickname(s): None

Age: Adult (2 years)

Gender: Male

Pack: Valkyr

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Black as his heart, there are no distinct fur markings on Wrath's pelt. There are a good number of scars beneath his thick coat. His fur is uneven (usually from being torn off) in length in places like his shoulders and sides. Overall, his body shape is big and bulky. He's very muscular and weighs a fair 90 pounds. Needless to say that he's not very agile or swift, but amazingly he can be quite stealthy so long as he moves slowly. He's usual facial expression is a scowl, and under the impossible circumstance that he smiles it is usually crooked or a smirk.

Personality:

The Rage

To say that this is an unhappy wolf would be the understatement of the year. To say he's pissed would be putting it mildly. To say being next to him is like sitting as dangerous as living on an active volcano would be the best way to put it. Festering inside that dark powerful body is a monstrous hatred threatening to devour him whole. His perpetual scowl, his snorts and growls of disdain for weakness, they spiral out of troubled past which he will never speak of.

The Ferocity

Ever the survivor, this is a wolf who knows his stuff. He's a fierce fighter with good endurance. He's also smart about it. He knows that his true limit is speed, so he's always watching out for small, quick opponents. In his spare time he even thinks of battle strategies in case the Pack is attacked.

With mostly battle on the brain, he doesn't care much for any other task. But he is a fair hunter as well. His favorite prey is fish, mostly because he can fish alone. When pack hunting big game, he tends to think of the prey as an enemy and this sometimes result in a rather cruel attack on the creature, though he'll still give thanks for the food.

The Loyalty

There are few wolves that he feels are deserving of his loyalty. The Pack Leaders, of course, because obviously they fought hard to earn their rank. Anyone beneath him, other than his siblings, gets no attention unless their being particularly stupid. His only supposed friend is Azazel, and that's only because their so evenly matched and Azazel clearly has no fear of him.

History: Born in the Valkyr Pack, Wrath was one in a litter of three. His father was a Captain and well respected. His mother was a great huntress and very proud. At first they seemed like a well-matched pair, but it soon became evident to Mother that their Father meant for her to be just that, a mother, no longer able to hunt and roam the territory at will. When Mother refused, she received her first "punishment" from him. It resulted in a torn ear.

Although she was deeply hurt, Mother went on raising her pups. Of the three pups, Wrath was the largest and was thus expected to be the best. His father disciplined him often, often without reason claiming it would "toughen him up". At less than two seasons old, Wrath new what cruelty was, as well as a bunch of battle moves that he took out on his fellow packmates.

By the time he was moving beyond his pup-rank, his mother had had enough. She walked out on them, or rather snuck-out. She told her pups, nearing their adulthood, that she worried that their father might kill her if he knew. Wrath didn't mind much, he saw it as cowardice and to this day any mention of his mother only results in hateful scowl.

The death of his father was quite an event, nearly worthy of celebration on the part of himself and his siblings. He died battling a bear, which was competing for prey in the Pack. While the pack mourned, he and his siblings left to laugh and mock the cruel captain who was cut down in his prime by a creature he considered their lesser.

Roleplay Example:

In the warm darkness, the beastly wolf stirred, just another large shadow in the stone den.Turning around was a hassel, but he managed to face the entrance to the cave which was frozen with pale moonlight. With incredibly silent steps he moved forward, a black furry mass with angry yellow eyes.

Outside the wind was bitingly cold, ruffling his fur and exposing its uneven hairs as well as exposing a few nasty scars. Snowflakes flew by, and it was fascinating when a few of these pure particles settled into his pelt and gathered in small nests there. Wrath shook them off in displeasure.

Slowly, he began to pick his way down the rocky slope. But after a few steps down, another blot of black came from around another bolder. He growled, baring his long curved fangs.

"Where have you been?!" the warrior demanded.

He had just been about to go looking for her, not that he would ever admit it,

"You guys going to back to sleep?" called a voice behind them.

Whipping around, Wrath came almost nose to nose with his red-furred sibling, Azazel.

"Or would you two rather stay here until you're pelts turn white? And believe me, the latter could take years."

Wrath growled and brushed by him. Luna chuckled and darted after them.

Your name: Yoko
How did you find us?: Your Banner is on my Warriors site
Other characters: Azazel (WIP) Luna (WIP)

[/blockquote]

[[Copperyn]]

Accepted! Since they were 'born' in the pack, a joining thread won't be necessary for them, but you will still need to talk to Azil (she plays Pynthi) as the alphess has final say over ranks.