Braelyn

Braelyn is a tall and lean wolf, well built for running. Her fur is long and silky. She's very proud of her appearance and takes good care of it. She has a lot of scars from scraps in her youth. She usually wears a talon necklace which she made herself from her own hunting trophies.

Born to a traveller, Braelyn and her mother never settled for very long and she was well travelled from a young age. Braelyn was a singleton and received her mother's full attention. Her mother was extremely protective of her, and tried to ward off any bad influences - something that Braelyn grew increasingly resistant to as she grew. By young adolescence she snuck off and joined a gang, causing trouble for established packs and blackmailing her mother into leaving her alone. She ran with this group for half a year, honing her hunting and wrestling skills. She chose to leave when she encountered [ARGENT]'s fledgling pack - she cared little for the pack and thought [ARGENT] to be a snobby nitwit, but was eager to see him fail, which she fully expected him to. Henceforth, she joined their pack hoping for a good show.

Braelyn is a particularly beautiful wolf and a talented hunter, on these points alone any pack should feel so lucky to be graced with her presence. Unfortunately she's utterly deplorable. She's loud, crass, a troublemaker, and choses violence even when it isn't an option. She's courageous to a fault and seems to lack any sense of morality. She's not even loyal. Despite her antisocial nature she much prefers to live in packs, as it provides more opportunities for drama. She likes to wrestle, though she doesn't fight fair. She's quite crafty but rarely utilises it. She's convinced that she's going to die in a freak accident, and she probably will.

Braelyn has a powerful voice, and she speaks in a vulgar manner.

Braelyn identifies as cisgender (she/her) and asexual. She does not currently have a pairbond.

//She does not follow any faith, and mocks those who do.