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


BLOODLINE
::Father::
Racht Julec
::Mother::
Veress Sai'rana
::Brothers::
none
::Sister::
Virani Sai'rana
::Whelps::
none
::Descended From::
Venora Sai'rana


PHYSICAL
::Height::
3 ft, 4 inches tall at the shoulder
::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 Sai'rana, 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.
2 years 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.

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GENERAL
::First Name:: Veress
::Last Name:: Sai'rana
::Alias:: none
::Gender:: brutess
::Age:: 5 years
::Species:: 100% Grey Wolf
::Pack:: Venora
::Rank:: Slave


BLOODLINE
::Father:: dead
::Mother:: Ayame Sai'rana
::Brothers:: none
::Sisters:: none
::Whelps:: Dialicus Sai'rana, Virani Sai'rana
::Descended From:: Venora Sai'rana



PHYSICAL
::Height:: 3 ft, 2 inches at shoulder
::Weight:: 100 lbs
::Colorage:: Like her son, Dialicus, Veress is completely coal black. Her nose and pads are black as well. Her gems however seem to hang in the middle of her face, pale yellow, even almost white.
::Build:: Veress is small for a Venorian. Weighing only 80 lbs and with a height of about 2 1/2 feet, she clearly isn't built for strength. Her scrawny body with less then average sixed legs scream this disadvantage. Her head is small, fitting the rest of her petit frame well. A massive plume of fur surrounds her face and extends down to her withers, nature's own shield to her throat and other sensitive areas. Tiny auds peek up past her ruff. Well-built but stringy muscles litter her skeleton. Her tassle is somewhat short, hanging above her hocks. (Word Count: 538)
::Good Traits:: Her less then average height and weight allow for faster reaction time. She can run quickly and dodge and spin on a pin's head.
::Bad Traits:: Although she is quick, she is certainly not strong in the slightest. Caught unawares by a stronger foe, there is no chance of fighting free.



MENTAL
::Good Traits:: Patient, Cautious. That's pretty much it.
::Bad Traits:: Veress is very single minded. Although she cares for others in hard times and often looks out for them, her rule is she is number 1, always.
::Personality:: Veress believes that she is smarter then everyone else alive. This has been proved to her over and over again through out her years, or at least in her mind. Due to this, she makes allowances for other wolves and explains everything complicated out. But to others, this just makes her look a little slow, and due to her stature, they only put up with her.
But in some areas, Veress might actually be more quickminded then the average wolf. She has learned that during combat, since she is clearly not adept at strength, that she must always be on the move. Therefore, noone would be able to pin her down, and she can get in a few bites while they're still looking in the other direction.
Veress is full of pride in herself. Confidence seems to ooze out of her. Even in her lowest of the low rank that has been forced on her, Veress maintains an "I'm better then you" aura that infuriates her son to no end.(Word Count: 909)
::Alliance:: Dark
::History:: 3 years ago, in the darkest part of the spring night, Veress Sai'rana, 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.
One month later, Veress proudly showed off her pups to the rest of the pack. As the Venorians laid eager eyes on Dialicus, they knew that this was the future heir of the lands, something Veress had already learned through observation of him as a newborn. However, she ruled that noone should fawn over him, believing this would only spoil him. Instead, from the very beginning, Veress and her pack began drilling into his tiny brain the history of Venora; now his history, and the way which only Venorians 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. Veress was so proud of the two of them, marveling in thier beautiful coats and large bodies.
When Dial was just a year old, Veress started allowing him to participate in everything concerning the pack, including the meetings between all packs that took place every five months. She showed him how to lead a pack in a hunt, deal with invading wolves, and also about squashing rivalry inside the territories, something that is highly discouraged. More and more, Veress started letting him make important decisions. Little did she know, however, a dark plot was forming in her young son's mind. One that would consume his very soul until it was accomplished.
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 3 months, Veress could see something strange going on with the scouts. They were slobbering at the mouth, eyes distant and cold. And they always seemed to be hanging around the lake. Veress orders the scouts killed, and her packmembers descended on them, finishing the job in seconds. She had hoped that this would be the last of the illness, but soon more and more wolves began to show symptoms. Fights began to break out between her packmembers. Over the next 10 months, one after another wolf died, often taking another with it. The alphess began ordering wolves to be very careful, avoiding sick wolves at any cost. But the attacks kept going, and Veress felt more helpless then she ever had before.
Soon, only Veress and her son were alive, her daughter having been chased out of the lands a while ago. The dead bodies lay next to the lake, a testament to how the disease made them mad at the sight of water.
After her last soldier had died, Dial turned on his mother, pinning her ruthlessly to the ground. He spoke about his plans to detrone her, due to being soft, and rise as the new King. His sudden coldness shocked her, and gave he gave her no time to react. Before she knew it, she was the new slave.(Word Count: 4,976)

::Additional Information:: Loathes wolves with the last name Teli'air and Lyrit.

::Example Post:: none

[Courtney]

Name: Niscol Alvay-Bjorn
Age: 1 year, 2 months
Birthdate: February, Year 2
Gender: Brute
Species: Timber wolf
Mother: Yanaki "Black" Alvay
Father: Nisca Sergei Bjorn
Siblings: Shana Alvay-Bjorn
Half-siblings: Candidai Rasha, Riley Rasha-Bjorn(deceased), Aiden Rasha, Sayla Rasha
Description: Niscol is a big guy. He's bigger then his sister, so he just over three feet. His crown is average now, but as he grows, it will become close to massive. Sharp, narrow yellow eyes peer out of a coal-black head. Fluffy, floppy auds fit snugly atop his head. A streak of snow white begins at the tip of his midnight nasals, and extends up the left side of his face to stop just past his orbs. His neck and shoulders are becoming more muscular to hold up his growing head. Niscol has long legs, typical of his breed. His pelt is predominately black, but it has grey and reddish-grey splotches. The tassle is long and shaggy, the snowy tip grazing his largish paws, which are adorned with pale red socks with white toes. Unlike his twin sister, Niscol's claws are all black.
Personality: Niscol's personality is still growing and changing as he earns more experience, but to describe him now, it would be to say that he loves life. Most wolves walk around with thier eyes metaphorically closed, but Niscol has dedicated himself to notice the little things, a trait his mother gave him in her old age. Yanaki's death has only expanded his knowledge that not everything or everyone is here to stay. He embraces his world whole-heartily.

Niscol doesn't like chaos. He believes that running around in circles doesn't solve anything. He strategy is to stop and breathe, assessing the situation and then working on whatever he needs to work on. He is the textbook calm brute. The only time that he ever loses his cool is when his family and close friends are threatened. Then coolness goes out the window and flies away.

Niscol is as set in his ways and thoughts as a yearling can be. It would take alot of convincing to change his views. As far as love, the brute is still a yearling and would like to experience his life and world before creating more beings.
History: Born to Yana "Black" Alvay and Nisca Bjorn. Brother to Shana Alvay-Bjorn. When he was still just a pup, Nisca died, so he never got to know him. With him and his sister being their mother's last pups, Yana doted on them, and made sure they never wanted for anything. She also taught them the importance of living in the now. Just after Niscol and Shana turned one, Yanaki died. After the loss, Shana started acting out, and then one day left Niscol completely. Losing his whole family has affected the brute, but he is working on fixing it.
Additional Info: Has a twin sister

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Name: Shana Alvay-Bjorn
Age: 1 year, 2 months
Birthdate: February, Year 2
Gender: Femme Fatale
Species: Timber wolf
Mother: Yanaki "Black" Alvay
Father: Nisca Sergei Bjorn
Siblings: Niscol Alvay-Bjorn
Half-siblings: Candidai Rasha, Riley Rasha-Bjorn(deceased), Aiden Rasha, Sayla Rasha
Description: Shana is a bit on the taller scale when it comes to females, but she is still lean and slender. From far away, she seems like a yearling male instead of a female. She's got longish furry ears, that round into an average sized crown. Her muzzle is narrow and a little too short. A streak of white sits on the top of her muzzle and extends up the right side of her face to just past her golden eye. The rest of her face is black and grey. She's just under 3 feet at her withers, and about 6 feet long. Her pelt is predominately black, but it has grey and reddish-grey splotches. Her tail is long and shaggy, the snowy tip grazing her average-sized paws, which are adorned with pale red socks with white toes. Her claws are a mixture of white and black.
Personality: Shana is still a yearling, so she can be playful and quite silly at times. Every wolf needs to let loose once in a while, right?

At other times, Shana takes directly after her mother. She can be broody and very standoffish, most likely to snap first and ask questions later. She appears a tad claustrophobic, but she was never socialized properly. Her mother's death rocked her to the core and she will act out, often without notice, at anything that brings on her memory.

Shana's personality is still shaping itself to fit the environment around her, so you never know how she can turn out.
History: Born to Yana "Black" Alvay and Nisca Bjorn. Sister to Niscol Alvay-Bjorn. When she was still just a pup, her father died, so she never got to know him. With her and her brother being the last pups of her mothers, and possibly her father, Yana doted on them, and made sure they never wanted for anything. She also taught them the importance of living in the now, something her brother understood more then she probably ever would. Just after Shana turned one, Yanaki died. She is still trying to overcome the loss.
Additional Info: Has a twin brother