Dialicus Sa'rina - A C C E P T E D

[Courtney]

GENERAL
::First Name::
Dialicus
::Last Name::
Sa'rina
::Alias::
Dial
::Gender::
Brute
::Age::
3 years
::Species::
100% Grey Wolf
::Pack::
Venora
::Rank::
Alphen


BLOODLINE
::Father::
Racht Julec
::Mother::
Veress Sa'rina
::Brothers::
none
::Sister::
Virani Sa'rina
::Whelps::
none


PHYSICAL
::Height::
3 ft, 3 inches
::Weight::
150 lbs
::Colorage::
Dialicus is almost pure black. His belly and backs of his legs are a slightly lighter color. His entire face is coal black, with two golden orbs like stars that seem to hang in space in total darkness.
::Build::
Dialicus is pure muscle and bone, not an ounce of fat exists on his massive form. His long, stout muzzle protrudes from the end of his face. Average-sized auds peek up almost unnoticed from his head, due to his thick ruff. His neck is large and packed with hard muscle, as it needs to hold up his big crown at all times. His shoulders, the highest point of his body, slope down to his thick, very bushy tassle, which hangs loosely down just past his hocks. Dial's legs are long, but thick, and have dealt much damage in his time. The brute's legs end in large round paws that have 5 long talons on each one, topping off the massive creature respectfully. {Word Count: 125}
::Good Traits::
Dialicus is a huge wolf, and he realizes it. He knows how to throw his weight around in a fight, and will use this to his advantage.
::Bad Traits::
Although he considers his weight a huge plus, Dialicus is not as fast as he would wish to be. In a fight with a leaner, faster wolf who he cannot pin to the ground, Dial is at a loss.


MENTAL
::Good Traits::
Dialicus is a dragga, and he will fight to protect all that are in his pack with his life. He is a good wolf to have on your side.
::Bad Traits::
Dark thoughts are a constant being in Dialicus' brain, and this has corrupted his personality.
::Personality::
Dialicus does not hide his feelings, or what he says. If he has the slightest comment, good or bad, he will share it, without caring about the situation or if someone will be hurt. He believes that if you hide a part of yourself, you will unravel slowly, and you will start to show weakness. Weakness is equivalent to death to the brute, and he vows to never show his.
The dragga is super confident in himself. He doesn't necessarily have a big ego, he just knows that to gain respect, you must carry yourself like you deserve it. However, Dial is extremely set against trusting others, even those from his pack. In his mind, every wolf has an alterior motive, and is just waiting for the dragga to trust before showing it. Therefore, he keeps aloof from everyone he meets, and is strictly business at all times.
Concerning the matter of females, Dial believes that they are only good for one thing; creating more little wolves. They often don't have the strength of body or mind to carry out important tasks. The only personal interactions that Dial will carry out with a female will be to mate with her, solely for the purpose of perhaps creating a suitable hier for when he passes on. To ask a female to be his mate is sacrilage to him, especially concerning how he was raised.
Dialicus has high expectations of his followers. He expects them to be well trained in fighting, and fiercely dovoted to him and others in the pack, just like he is.{Word Count: 265}
::Alliance::
Part of the shadows
::History::
3 years ago, in the darkest part of the spring night, Veress Sa'rina, Queen of Venora, was giving birth. She was all alone in the Danau breeding den, due to the fact that 60 days ago, she had a one night stand with a strange brute. This was her first litter, so she was having a hard time with the birthing. The fact that the very first pup was large was making it even harder. Soon enough, though, the pup was lying in a heap on the floor. Even at birth, Dial was massive. A short time later, Dial's sister, Virani, was born, and after suckling from their mother, the threesome fell fast asleep.
Once the Venora wolves laid eager eyes on Dialicus, they knew that this was the future heir of the lands. However, they did not fawn over him or pamper him, believing this would only spoil him. Instead, from the very beginning, they began drilling into his tiny brain the history of Venora; now his history, and the way which only Venora wolves carry themselves and deal with multiple situations. They also passed down to him thier never-ending hatred for any wolf with the last names Teli'air and Lyrit.
Months passed quickly, as they always do, and the brother and sister grew quickly. Their pudgy puppy fat faded into sleek, muscled forms, looking like a miniature wolf. Paws, forever seeming too big for thier bodies, got bigger. Baby blue orbs faded into golden ones, with the classic cold, unhumorous look of all Venorians.
When Dial was just a year old, his mother started allowing him to participate in everything concerning the pack, including the meetings between all packs that took place every five months. He began to have an innate understanding of what was expected of him, now as the prince and later as the King. Every bit of info about the other packs he stored away into his brain, as well as everything else. An eagerness began to build in the young wolf, he couldn't wait to put all his experience into play and rise to the top as rightful and respected Dragga. He vowed to topple his mother's rank as soon as opportunity showed itself, and opportunity wasn' long in coming.
12 months later, a skinny bedraggled wolfen was found within the borders while a scout was on patrol. The scouts quickly dispatched the lone wolf, but little did they know that the wolf carried a deadly poison inside his body, one he's carried for years but for some reason only that day was it truely dangerous.
Within five days, Dialicus could see something strange going on with the scouts. They were slobbering at the mouth, and always hanging around the lake. He became extremely cautious, hardly daring to approach them. Fights began to break out between his packmates, and even his family. Dial began keeping to himself, preferring to watch as one wolf after another attacked each other and was dragged down and killed. He didn't even flinch when his own sister was chased out of the pack lands. Dull yellow eyes just watched.
A month later, his entire pack save him and his mother were dead. Thier bodies lay next to the lake, a testament to how the disease made them mad at the sight of water. His mother had survived simply because she was just as aloof as Dial. The two never came in contact with the diseased, not even when they were dead.
After the last wolf had died and no one was left to protect his mother, Dial turned on her, pinning her ruthlessly to the ground and thus gaining his future rank sooner then expected. With his new rank, and brand new beginning, he vowed to build a pack better then his mother's, better then it had ever been. He would be known far and wide as Venora's King, and a damned good one at that. His pack would be invincible. Noone would dare touch him now. {Word Count: 3,698}

::Additional Information::
The bruten harbors a serious hatred towards the Teli'air and the lesser known Lyrit families.