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Name: Aderyn
Age: 2 years of age
Gender: Male (He/They)
Past Rank: Delta

Physical
Aderyn is a traditional gray wolf, except for a few crucial features. The most noticeable is his flopped left ear. This impairs his ability to hear in that ear. He is also tall, standing at 37' inches at the withers, while other males average at 26' to 32' inches.
Ader dons a traditional timber wolf's pelt that displays an array of browns, grays, and blacks. He has a dark gray mask around his face that brings out enormous amber eyes that are often pulled into slits of annoyance. Within his long muzzle is a cave of long ivory fangs. His back is cloaked with a cape that mellows into dark gray. His tail is lengthy and voluminous, mostly cream with a black tip. He is littered with small scars.

Personality
Aderyn was always an energetic soul during his time in The Clave. He was one for adventure, trying new things, and getting into trouble. He was and is daring, a trait he gathered in his quest to become The Clave's alpha male. It's no surprise he's full of scratches from past spars and fights.. While being energetic and brave, he's always been the possessive and aggressive sort, a common stereotype in his old pack. He will protect his friends, and is quick to shed blood. White working on himself and trying to become more friendly around others, he is prone to annoyance.
Overall, Aderyn is a brave and energetic wolf who is quick to aggression, something that will most likely be his downfall later on in life unless he learns to behave and control his emotions.


History: This ball of sharp claws and bared fangs was born numerous auroras ago under the midwestern stars. His mother, Ketterys, and father, Jumala, had been part of a wolf sanctuary when they met. After escaping alongside two other wolves by the name of Narri and Kuro, they had their first litter of pups, Perillinen, Metsa, Tuulen, and Aderyn. Aderyn was the second youngest, with Metsa as the runt.  Perillinen was the oldest, with Tuulen in between. The four were cherished, but it was clear Perillinen was favoured, they gave her everything. Respect, the best sleeping places.
Aderyn, The energetic pup always took dares and initiated tussels while he was still in the cave and could barely walk.  Fighting for the best space to sleep by Mother, the best suckles, he fought for everything.
a full moon after their arrival to the world, they fearfully stuck their wobbly paws out of the den to be instantly greeted by Lumbering black paws and chestnut bodies, but they met one they would never forget; Father. A muscled black timberwolf who the pups thought could run faster than the wind and could claw the ground to it's very core.. He taught them from a young age almost everything they knew. How to properly wrestle, how to stalk your opponent properly, the dark wolf would shape them into fine warriors of The Clave. Life was good, until Tuulen, an early best, was promised the throne. The male was an exceptional hunter, but it wasn't fair, to the other three, at least. The 3-month-old pups all thought of themselves as the best.
Aderyn thought nowolf could want to be the alpha more than he. for the next seven months, until the four pups were allowed to watch an elk hunt, they worked harder, but Aderyn and Perillinen worked the hardest. It was war between the yearlings, always bickering and sparring, trying to knock the other down farther on the hierarchy the pups had established themselves into. Whenever there was training, the two were at each others throats again, with Perillinen always being the instigator, it was easy to provoke Aderyn, and the clever she took advantage of it.

The day the crew were watching the four adults hunt, it was like magic. How father snuck through the tall grasses and waited after they tested a herd of elk, finding a weak member. Mother and the other two chasing at it, nipping at it's heels and  sinking their trained fangs into it's flanks as they waited until it reached father, or died at the three's own paws. The best part, however, was father's killing blow. Leaping out of what seemed like nowhere, he would latch his blazing white fangs into the animal's throat, biting into the animal's windpipe and waiting, dangling from it's throat, he would stay there until it suffocated, fell over, and died. And then, after eating their fill, coming back with chunks for the pups. That was what happened every few days, the pups always watching from closer distance each time, and yet the war betwen Aderyn and Perillinen waged on. Snide comments and nips this time, as neither could afford to miss any of the hunt. When the pups turned two, the day they were supposed to actually participate in the hunt, the adventurous Aderyn was sneaking around the territory at dawn, when he heard the crackle of a branch. Whipping around, he saw a creature he had been warned about, humans. A sudden pain entered his side and he fell over almost instant.

Waking up an unknown amount of time later, the young adult was in a metal box, and when he sniffed, the scents of his family were gone, and instead, the fairly old scents of strange wolves lingered.

Family:
mother - Ketterys - A joking and dramatic shewolf with dark gray fur and seafoam eyes.
father - Jumala - Jumala was a sarcastic and protective black he-wolf with one yellow eye
sister 1 - Perillinen - A snide and cunning black she wolf with pale yellow, almost white eyes.
sister 2 - Metsa - A loving and happy-go-lucky piebald wolfess with a brown pelt and amber eyes.
brother 1 - Tuulen - A confident and spitfire wolf with white fur and dark orange eyes.
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Name: Fayvel
Age: 3 years 8 months [3y 8m]
Gender: Male [He/Him]
Past Rank: Beta

Appearance: Click to see more art of him
A slightly above-average sized wolf with a fit build beneath a heavy coat of dark fur. His pelt is war[ed in various shades of blacks, browns, and grays. He wears many scars from previous battles, the most notable being a long diagonal sliver across his right eye, a slightly torn right ear, and a missing claw of his front left paw. Fayvel's eyes, bright in contrast to the dark markings of his face.his eye color being orange with flecks of yellow.

Personality:
Loyal + Intelligent / Narrow-minded/Aggressive - Untrusting
Fayvel is often hostile and comes off rather blunt or rude. He's straight to the point and voices his opinions. He is by no means cruel or holds any type of ill will - rather the opposite, he wants what's right and best for everyone--always putting others' needs above his own. Fayvel finds it difficult to trust others, and this usually makes it hard for him to befriend strangers.

Everything he does is with passion, dedication, and commitment. Fayvel is undyingly loyal and values honesty. He isn't afraid to tell the truth or admit when he's wrong -except when it comes to subjects on himself. There are very few things he's afraid of, but vulnerability and emotions are definitely one of them.

History:
Previously orphaned at two months of age due to the result of a pack war, his original parents were killed in a territory dispute. Neither warring packs were particularly evil, instead being forced into conflict due to humans tearing apart the forest of the wolves' homes. Upon his birth pack's defeat, he along with other pups and willing wolves, were taken in by the victor.

Too young to understand, Fayvel resented his new pack and viewed them as malicious murderers with no honor. However, he befriended a pup, Colter, belonging to his new pack, and the two quickly became inseparable. Colter's father - the pack's beta, Gray, had welcomed Fayvel into his family. With time, Fayvel outgrew his hatred and dedicated himself to his new family. Generally speaking, he lived quite a happy life, despite never taking a mate or showing interest in the females of his pack.

Shortly before being captured by humans (the events of the roleplay), an encounter with these wretched two-legged creatures resulted in the death of Gray. Soon after, Colter was severely injured as well, beyond being able to recover. All too quickly Fayvel witnessed the death of the wolf he idolized, and ended the suffering of the wolf he cared about most. Humans had taken everything that'd ever mattered to him, and still even now found ways to take even more.

Family:
Birth parents are deceased.
Adoptive Father: Gray, a kind and patient wolf committed to being the best parent he could for his pups.
Adoptive Brother: Colter, a wild reckless ball of energy and joy.

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