Character Sheet

Characters:

Name: Hawthorn

Gender+Pronouns: A male ùlfur that goes by he/him pronouns

Orientation: Pansexual, Demi'romantic

Age: 4 yo 2mo

Power: Blár

Former Rank: Beta 2nd in comand

Personality: A stubborn ùlfur that has a rather short temper. He is impatient and quick to bite (metaphorically and literally). He can possess a kind heart in particular regards to children. He never wants to be seen as intimidating to them, so his demeanor does a 180 when one is around. In his eyes they deserve to have the chance to be young, and not worry about the hardships of adulthood. He uses his years of experience well. He is a perfectly trained fighter and hunter, with enough stamina to out last his prey.

Appearance: A large black wolf that has tan and silver accents to his coat. He keeps his claws well manicured and pelt soft and maintained. His perfectly groomed fur is off set by the sharp scars across his face and upper lip. Along with the long ripping scar along his throat. His ears are oddly elongated. They look as though they should belong to a fox more then a wolf.
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Family: Rain (former mate, deceased) and Kestrel (Elder brother, deceased)

Backstory: Hawthorn was born as the second pride of the pack. He held his mother's love and his father's contempt. Hawthorn's elder brother Kestrel was the true prodigy of their people. He was first born to the Alpha,  the largest of the family, and his kindness won the hearts of all the pack. Hawthorn lived in his shadow. You see he wasn't expected to survive. Born to his sickly mother's second litter he was far to small and frail to live. None of his litter mates did. The herbalist of the pack certainly didn't think he would, he was going to be left out for the hawks if his already exhausted mother hadn't pleaded with her mate. Hawthorn was spared, and by some serendipitous chance survived his early months. Now Kestrel was never cruel to his brother, in fact he doted on him like a mother hen. However, Hawthorn could not step out of the crushing weight of his brothers already planted reputation. He felt invisible, especially to where his father was concerned. Hawthorn's father on most days seemed like he wished Hawthorn was never there at all. Which he grew to understand was because of his mother. Not because she had intentionally turn his father against him, but because Hawthorn's birth,and the birth of his other litter mates, had taken all the life out of her. She had never been the same in the words of his father. In both terms of health and spirits. It seems that losing most of another litter was to much for her. She barely left the den which left Hawthorn's father to his own devices.

He took every opportunity to take his anger out on the young pup. All while the rest of the pack turned a blind eye to their Alpha's cruelty. Hawthorn would regularly take snaps to the face or sides. The blood never seemed to denture his father. It would however, build Kestrel's rage. Kestrel would always be the one to stop Hawthorn's beatings, but it would not quell Hawthorn's jealousy when the pack would come to Kestrel's defense for their father's retaliation. His heart would feel entirely empty when his brother aided him, and he hated himself for it. When the time came that Kestrel had finally ascended into adulthood their father had grown bitter and more cruel, and their mother had finally become overwhelmed by her grief and passed. At the celebration for Kestrel's aging Hawthorn made the mistake for  implying a simple fact. The fact being that Kestrel will likely become the leader of the pack soon. Now to most this would seem like a simple conclusion, but to their father this was a challenge. A challenge that Hawthorn had apparently intended to initiate. Hawthorn wasn't expecting an attack. Not on a night that was meant to be filled with joy. His father flew at him with neck snapping speed. Hawthorn's throat was trapped in his father's maw. He thrashed and kicked attempting to break free but to no avale. He could feel the blood rushing out of his body. His warmth, his life, leaving him. Then he could breath. Kestrel and their father thrashed and bit before him. Their father was Alpha for so long for a reason, and managed to get solid bites into Kestrel's sides and face. Kestrel gave a loud yelp as his father slashed at his eye. Hawthorn felt his body move on it's own. Almost as if he was being controlled by someone else and he was watching from the sidelines now. He clamped down on his father's leg and gave it a quick jerk and tear motion. He felt the pop in his teeth as he saw the bone at the joint break skin. Hawthorn released as his father look over in pain. Hawthorn bit down around his father's muzzle, holding it shut as he shook his head wildly. Kestrel, still weary but full of adrenaline, came from below and tore at the throat. Together they brought down their father, and finally Hawthorn felt like he wasn't in Kestrel's shadow.

They were rushed to the medics. Kestrel unfortunately was not able to regain eye sight in his left eye. Hawthorn was able to get by with some serious scaring to his neck. The brothers both survived the ordeal, and where better for it  Kestrel was made leader of the pack, and as leader dubbed Hawthorn his second in command. Hawthorn was the happiest he had ever been. He felt free. The pack flourished under Kestrel's rule. So much so that Hawthorn fell in love. A she wolf know as Rain claimed his heart. She was wild like a summer storm and Hawthorn knew that his life was hers the moment he laid eyes on her.  When news reached that she was expecting pups Kestrel was so overjoyed for his brother that he held a party that lasted three moons. Hawthorn vowed that he would never be like his father and swore to always protect his heart. Promises can not stave off the inevitable however.

Rain returned from a hunt telling the group odd news of a particularly aggressive fox. It managed to take a few bites off her, but she brought it down easy enough. It made a pleasant snack for a pregnant wolf. They laughed and joked about the oddity and moved about their lives.  Oddity struck again four weeks later.  Rain became oddly irritable. She drove everyone away only really leaving the den in the deep of night. It came to the point where she would stop drinking water and would lash out snapping at Hawthorn. Only the herbalist was allowed to see her. The pack assumed it was hormones because of the closeness of the pups arrival, but Hawthorn knew something was wrong. This wasn't his Rain. He tried many times to comfort or calm his irritable mate but to no avale. The day she finally broke it had just started to shower. It set a calm pattern to the havoc in store. Rain tore the ear of the herbalist and made her way out of the den. She attacked a pup and his mother next. The mother snapped and bit at Rain the pup ran to get help. Kestrel arrived to Rain on top of the mother biting at her collar bone. The mother she wolf howling in pain. Kestrel barreled into her. Knocking her off the she wolf. Rain snapped at Kestrel as he tried to calm his sister in law. Rain clamped down on his muzzle. Kestrel shook free. He bit back tearing her ear. She yelped and lunged. Hawthorn came to the scene as Kestrel was pinning the blooded but still snapping Rain to the muddy ground. Once again Hawthorn's body moved on it's own. He lunged for his brother snapping wildly. Taken a back Kestrel fell to his side at the impact. The two wolfs rolled. Fur and blood flying all around like morbid confetti. Kestrel paused momentarily, jaws just about to clamp on Hawthorn's throat. Hawthorn didn't hesitate. He knocked his brother off balance and went right for the jugular. Kestrel let out a shrill cry, as Hawthorn quickly released. He looked down at his brother panting. Kestrel wined and panted in pain. Hawthorn then glanced over to his wife. She as still thrashing but two there wolves were holding her down against the mud. The herbalist watched in terror. Hawthorn's gaze then fell back onto his brother. Kestrel's body laid still. A bloody pool gathered around his head and neck making a muddy, uneven halo. The rain continued to patter around him. He heard a yelp to his side again. His wife now laid still. The two wolves stepped back, and turned to him. Hawthorn snarled and lunged once more. Hawthorn lost the battle, and was beaten into an inch of his life. He awoke not sure if he was grateful for it. He was told the reality of the situation by the now scared herbalist. His mate had gone rabbid as they now know was the cause for her peculiar mood. His brother was dead, which made him a murderer. Finally his wife was killed in the struggle which ment he now had zero will to live. Hawthorn was exiled for his killing Kestrel, not that he cared much. He now has no home, no family, and no hope.

In his wandering he began to feel a pull. Though his better judgement told him not to follow he carried on. To his logic he couldn't really go through anything worse. This pull lead him to a cave. Then to an odd world that was like his own, but was far too vibrant. Far too alive.

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Name: Tempest
Gender+Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 3 and 1/2 yrs
Power:  Rauður
Former Rank: Lead Hunter
Personality: Tempest is a very natural hunter, very skilled with fast legs. She's also very modest and humble about it. She's also very shy and guarded around those she doesn't know very well, she also has a bit of a temper with those who don't respect her. She also has the tendency to stare off into space and get lost in thought which can get frustrating.
Appearance: A dark grey-based wolf with reddish-brown hints and marbled white unders that look more like a light grey. She also has bright red eyes to match her powers. She has mud colored skin and a dark colored nose.
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Family:
She had two littermates but her mother was very ill at the time of her birth and Tempest's siblings had some how contracted the illness as well and both her mother and littermates died soon after her birth. Thankfully, there was another Packmate with pups and so Tempest was adopted into that little family. Her father had left the pack soon after his mate's death.
Backstory:
Adding on to the above after her father left and she was adopted into that other packmate's family, she began to strive to be a great packmate. She worked very hard and became a skilled hunter. She can perform in any of hunting party roles. She was so great a hunter, that she was a lead hunter by the time she was 2 yrs old, and the former Lead hunter hadn't gotten the role until he was 3 yrs old. That stirred so jealousy in the pack and when that pack member decided to challenge for the role of Alpha and won, he banished Tempest purely out of spite. So she left.
That was when Tempest started to  get the pull towards the cave.
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