Rhysind
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
Sex | Male |
Personality | Malicious |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
Pups Bred | 9 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Black (6%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark I |
Eyes | Gray |
Skin | Dark |
Nose | Dark Brown |
Claws | Brown |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Gray Agouti (90%) |
Slot 2 | Black Blanket Ticking (100%) |
Slot 3 | White Underbelly (90%) |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Rhysind was born into the Arcane Loon Pack. His father was quite strict, always putting his son down in front of the pack's members. Rhysind never understood this, but as he grew older, he took on his father's same bad habits.
As the alpha of Arcane Loon, he's dominant in his endeavors and won't allow double crossing from anyone. He demands the highest respect from his pack and tolerates nothing less. Newcomers are highly critiqued, and he very rarely trusts them until they give him a reason to. Even then, he's still unsure of them. He calculates his moves in battle very carefully, and never misses his target.
As the bitter cold blankets this once lush Earth,
so too, does the soil wrap around your fur.
As the critters eat away at flesh and tissue,
so too, does the teeth of a predator.
The Winter is brutal, calculating, collected, and unforgiving.
So too, is the pack of an Alpha.
As the alpha of Arcane Loon, he's dominant in his endeavors and won't allow double crossing from anyone. He demands the highest respect from his pack and tolerates nothing less. Newcomers are highly critiqued, and he very rarely trusts them until they give him a reason to. Even then, he's still unsure of them. He calculates his moves in battle very carefully, and never misses his target.
As the bitter cold blankets this once lush Earth,
so too, does the soil wrap around your fur.
As the critters eat away at flesh and tissue,
so too, does the teeth of a predator.
The Winter is brutal, calculating, collected, and unforgiving.
So too, is the pack of an Alpha.
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