Bane's Tracker

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Name: Leon Stone
Age: 290
Gender: Male
Pack: Rulin
Rank: Regular Wolf
Appearance:

As a wolf Leon has a mixture of dark brown and lighter brown. The darker part of his coat is over his back and the top of his head and ears. From the eyes down he is a white-ish tan color, as is his belly and part of his sides. His eyes are a brilliant blue and he is lean and fast. As a human he looks roughly that of a twenty nine year old. His hair is dark brown and is sorta spiked in different directions on top. He stands about six feet and one inch tall. His eyes, like his wolf form, are blue.

Personality:

He is a really fun loving kind of guy. He likes to do what he finds the most entertaining. He is often in friendly moods and very rarely anything but happy. He is often the one who brightens the room when things aren't looking there best. He is loyal to his pack to a fault. He would do anything to keep them safe and he trusts the alpha with his life. He remembers the things his mother told him growing up, the pack is our family. He had to safeguard them at all costs. His greatest flaw would have to be his emotions. Sometimes he lets them cloud his judgment. He tries to block them out but it doesn't seem to work.

History:

Leon was born into the Rulin pack. His mother and father were both Rulin wolves and they had him. Though Leon never knew his father and his mother never spoke of him. He had been born a werewolf. This gave him the advantage of getting to know his wolf form from his very birth. He has been a wolf for the last two-hundred an ninety years.

He has been just doing whatever he had fun doing, pursuing girls mostly lycan and human alike. He tends to get into many short lived relationships, never wanting to get to attached. He has gone on like this for quite sometime ignoring his pack duties, but now has decided it is time to step up and do his part.

Relatives:

Evangeline Stone, Mother (alive)
(His father was never revealed to him and his mother doesn't talk about him)

Name: Ulric Erynthrush
Age: 289
Gender: Male
Pack: Veronti
Rank: Alpha Male
Appearance:

As a wolf Ulric is a rather big. Though big he looks like he is built for speed. His fur is pure black and short. It always seems to have a sheen keeping him looking like royalty, and his eyes are a piercing yellow. He also has a small scar in the tip of his right ear from a fight. As a human he has the appearance of a 28 year old male. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are golden brown. He usually wears clothes that reflect his status as leader. He stands roughly five feet eight inches high.

Personality:

Ulric tends to act with an air of superiority when in the presence of lower ranking members of the clan. He is down right ruthless to enemies and those who offend him. His demeanor changes with close friends as he becomes more caring and concerned. Few people can call him friend though because of his abbrassive attitude toward anyone he finds inferior. He considers humans to be worthless. Thinking that they should be slaves to the lycan race he holds no love for them. despite his attitude he is still calm and cool when it comes to running his pack. The perfect politic he has no problem lying to protect those he finds valuable. His main flaw would have to be his arrogance. He has trouble accepting that the lower ranks could have anything worthwhile, aside from labor, to contribute. He rules with an iron fist.

History:

Growing up Ulric was raised to believe that the world would step all over you if you didn't step all over it first. This gave him his bloodthirsty attitude and need for power. His father pushed him everyday of his childhood to make him the perfect soldier. Ulric learned to well however and ended up being more than his Father had anticipated. He rose quickly through the Veronti hierarchy and was soon set to replace the alpha when the time came.

There is much speculation that Ulric killed the previous alpha so that he could assume his position and lead the pack for himself. This however is untrue. Ulric has a strong since of loyalty to his pack. He is determined to raise Veronti to the status they deserve. He wants to see them over through the other packs and take Orien for themselves.

Relatives:

Gorin Erynthrush, Father (deceased)
Aria Erynthrush, Mother (deceased)

Name: Cain McCloud
Age: 420
Gender: Male
Pack: Nyalcom
Rank: Regular Wolf
Appearance:

As a wolf Cain is stocky and muscular. His fur is the same as that of an average red wolf. He has muddy brown colored eyes. He also has a scar that stretches across the right side of his face.

As a human Cain has a constant look of general intimidation on his face. His eyes and hair match that of his wolf form, brown eyes, red hair. His face bears the same scar visible in his wolf form. Cain stands roughly six feet two inches tall.

Personality:

Cain has somewhat of a 'it's me against the world' disposition. This causes him to be rather cross at the best of times and down right unbearable the rest of the time. Seemingly always looking for a fight he causes quite a lot of trouble, even for a Nyalcom wolf. His reputation has given him an unofficial status as the wolf to go to when you need help in a scrap.

Beneath his hard cold hearted exterior a more caring side hides. No one has yet seen this side of him. They probably never will unless Cain should happen to stumble across someone who could coax it out.

Cain is beyond grateful to the Nyalcom for taking him in. No one else would have the rough, trouble-making red wolf and quite frankly he was tired of being a loner. Thus he would risk his life for that of the packs well being.

History:

Cain grew up almost his entire life on his own. When he was no more than a pup, not but five years old, his mother left him. Cold. alone, and with nothing to eat. He managed to survive mostly on instinct and theft. By the age of ten he realized something about him was different than everyone else. The night of that realization was the first night he changed. He ran for hours that night in his newly discovered form.

As he grew he made other startling discoveries. He noticed that his aging seemed to almost crawl forward in slow motion. He continued on in his life of crime and violence using his new found talents to take whatever he needed, or wanted.

Eventually people began to notice that he no longer fit his age. So he left his home and traveled as far as he could. Once he was satisfied with the distance he had placed between himself and his past he began the cycle again. This went on for two centuries, moving every few decades, before he found himself in the packs territories.

After being hunted by the Havren, for calling attention to the plight of the wolves, to the edge of the Nyalcom territory he made a move that they didn't expect. He joined the Nyalcom and has been there for the past two hundred years.

Relatives:

Mother: Name and status unknown.
Father: Name and status unknown.

Name: Annora Nerynvar
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Pack: Havren
Rank: Regular Wolf
Appearance:

Annora is a rather pale girl with dark brown hair. She often wears clothes that would be normal to find on a regular human down in the village. Her eyes are a darker shade of blue. She is about five feet six inches tall. As a wolf she has a brilliant white coat. She suspects this comes from her pale skin since her hair is brown. Her eyes are a slightly lighter blue, almost unnoticeable. She is thin and lithe. Clearly not muscled well to be a brilliant fighter. Though the speed from the trade off gives her an edge.

Personality:

She is still timid and nervous around the pack. She often finds herself thinking of how this can't be real. She is quiet when in the presence of most of the pack members. She shy's away from unnecessary groupings. It isn't that she is afraid of her pack members. She is just not used to her new life. She often thinks back to her life at the village. She lived there before she was a wolf. She still wants to be human. She hasn't accepted her life as a wolf and it leaves her vulnerable.

History:

Annora was just a normal human girl living in a village out of the four packs territories. She lived a normal life and had normal friends and her mother and father. As she grew up she became interested in seeing the world around her. She set out from home one night with the intention of camping with some other kids from the village at the foot of the mountains.

When the three arrived at the base of the mountains one suggested going up the mountain a little and looking out at the village in the distance. They began to climb and found a small pass through the mountain. Curious as to who had created the pass they ventured through. They were attacked by wolves and the next thing Annora remembered she was in the Havren Castle. She has been a wolf for nearly two months now.

Relatives: [/b]

Eryn Nerynvar, Mother (unknown)
Mikael Nerynvar, Father (unknown)