Rain Dogs Howl for the Century

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/Danzigtablebottomid.jpg] In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni...integer vitae scelerisque purus, inter vivos, inter spem et metum, memores acti prudentes futuri; igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum Name: Dagonet of Sarmacja Title: Rittmeister Age: 4 years Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Marital Status: Single Breed: Gray Wolf Current Residence: The Order of the Black Stag Belief/Religion: Nihilist Profession: Soldier Hobbies: Drinking Mother: Asla Father: Trivsten Siblings: Kors, Lamarack, Aravain Relations I’ve encountered: Ace, Aice, Dragunov, Fetisha, Masquerade, Rogue, Runner, Whisper, Zero, Zurian I know better: Norther You’re annoying: Rokai I tolerate you: You’re alright: Jocassee I respect you: Dragunov, Bukowski I trust you: I’ll die for you: You're an Asshole: Demarz I’ll go a round: It didn’t mean anything: I’m interested: I love you: You’re not my enemy: Idris Not worth my time: Stay out of the way: Dead wolf walking: About: Dagonet is a grizzled, disillusioned warrior, and has been a soldier since he was old enough to learn how to hunt. He’s never known much of a life outside of the military, and upon release from his servitude was unable to assimilate to civilian society. He joined the ranks of The Order because of the strict military environment, and holds a respectable rank in the pack, though the reality of the matter is that Dagonet doesn’t agree with or really even give a damn about the pack’s cause. All the same, he does his job and he does it well. His relationship with his pack is a purely symbiotic one. The Order gives him the military environment he knows and loves, and he provides the pack with a sense of security and the training its young soldiers need; but don’t let him fool you, past that it doesn’t mean much to him, and he‘s dedicated to preserving his preferred lifestyle, not to the pack. Upon joining their ranks, he pledged his loyalties solely to Dragunov, not to the pack as a whole, and if the General ever fell it’s iffy as to whether or not he would continue to hold with the ranks, or strike out on his own again. Past that, his loyalties lie mainly to himself, and there are precious few others whom he would defend with his life. He is simply not the type to die for his pack or lay down his life for the sake of his fellows, though he would never turn tail on a fight to save his own hide. Dagonet recognizes that nobility and chivalry only go so far, and adheres to such principles only so long as they are conducive to his survival. He has a low threshold for nonsense and stupidity, but boasts an immense amount of self control, and generally turns the other cheek to such offenses. Keep in mind that Dagonet almost never initiates a fight outside of the battle field, and that he always fights with every intention of slaying his opponent. He is a merciless warrior, one who fights without regard to his enemy’s age, gender, or physical state.

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/background-1-1.jpg] Name: Relic Volokov Title: Loner Age: 3 years Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Marital Status: Single Breed: Tundra Wolf Current Residence: Traum's Rogue Lands Relations I’ve encountered: Nokama, Aiyana I know better: You’re annoying: I tolerate you: You’re alright: I respect you: I trust you: I’ll die for you: I’ll go a round: It didn’t mean anything: I’m interested: I love you: You’re not my enemy: Not worth my time: Stay out of the way: Dead wolf walking: About: Relic was born into a rough clan dwelling in harsh lands. From the start life was a challenge; many pups did not survive in those lands, and sometimes those strong enough to survive would fail to do so not much later in life. Food was scarce and competition was fierce because of other packs in the area. At time the pack was reduced to fighting among themselves for rights to kills. Needless to say, Relic was forced to adapt to survive. Lacking in brute strength, Relic learned to use his mind and speed to his advantage, not only in scuffles for food, but in fights as well. Because of the harsh life, Relic grew to be lean and light on his feet. However, eventually he tired of the violent ways of his pack. He no longer wished to have to be on guard constantly to avoid attack, nor did he care to suffer the brash fits of anger that frequently seemed to take hold of the alpha and his own father, the second, as they asserted their ranks over the pack. Even before he was old enough to begin to consider challenging another wolf's position, he had earned several scars by his father's fangs. Not long out of adolescence, and his body showed signs of the abuse. So Relic left. His childhood experiences had affected him greatly, and Relic promised himself that he would never be an ill treated underling again. He knew that one way to do this was to find a pack with an easier life; he also knew that another was to earn rank and respect. In his travels Relic was able to hone his skills and to combine what strength he did possess with his speed and agility in deadly combinations. It was in this time that Relic washed up on the shores of Traum. They were hard lands, like those of his home, and it took strength to live there. However, this land lacked the brutal competition of his home lands, and though many of the wolves seemed to be of the same temperament, Relic was tired of aimless travel and so decided that he could survive such ways, so becoming a rouge patron of the island.. .

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/walkingonaircenter.png] Name: Norther Title: Loner Age: 4 years Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Marital Status: Breed: Gray Wolf Current Residence: Rogue Relations I’ve encountered: Alucard, Ember I know better: You’re annoying: I tolerate you: You’re alright: I respect you: I trust you: I’ll die for you: I’ll go a round: It didn’t mean anything: I’m interested: I love you: You’re not my enemy: Not worth my time: Stay out of the way: Dead wolf walking: .

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/comatose_background-1.jpg] Name: Fiktion Mazarine Title: Rogue Age: 2 years Gender: Female Orientation: Bicurious Marital Status: Single Breed: Arctic Wolf Current Residence: Midnight Beach Hobbies: Collecting sea shells Relations I’ve encountered: Firva I know better: You’re annoying: I tolerate you: You’re alright: I respect you: I trust you: I fear you: I’ll go a round: It didn’t mean anything: I’m interested: I love you: You’re not my enemy: Not worth my time: Stay out of the way: Dead wolf walking: About: Fiktion was the last born and the runt of her litter. Her birth proved fatal to her mother, the pack’s beta female, who died shortly after and thus orphaned the newborns. Fortunately, the pack’s compassionate alpha female took them under her wing and nursed them beside her only surviving cub. Fiktion was an omega from the start. Her stronger siblings would often force her away from their adoptive mother’s belly, obliging her to wait until they had soothed their voracious appetites before she could feed. As they grew, the trend continued, and Fiktion grew accustomed to the pain of an empty stomach. By the time she and her littermates were old enough to begin learning to hunt, she was resented by most of the pack. As the abuses she suffered began to grow, the highly imaginative female began to retreat into herself, turning inward whenever she came under attack. With only her own mind for company, the lines between her fantasies and realities began to blur. Inevitably, her pack began to shun her as much for being strange as for being weak. Fiktion was finally driven from the pack in a flight of terror after she was assaulted and overpowered by one of the younger males in the pack. Fiktion has a hard time telling reality from figments of her imagination due to psychological trauma and psychophysiologic disturbances. She suffers from visual and sometimes auditory halluncinations, and every so often will have a spell of general somatic sensations. Due to suffering a great deal of abuse as a youngster, Fiktion is very timid and extremely skittish, and has an irrational fear of males. .

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