Name: Poison
Age: 2 years
Breed: Wolf| German Shepherd
Gender: Male
Personality: He's a brute. His voice is low, but cunning, and it has an accent to it that females most often can't resist. But, he is also rude, cruel, and sharp-tongued. He normally gets in battles, and often wins. This gets him a little power-crazed, but he doesn't go overboard. He knows his limits.
Crush: Cheyanne
Mate: None
Pups: None
History: Poison was born into the streets, in an alleyway under a dumpster. His brothers, Skull and Murder, were the only ones there when he opened his eyes. Starving, he led his siblings out into the streets, and that's when he stole his first meal. It was a bag of dog food that had been set down by the human which house was closest, and when he was unlocking his door, Poison snatched it. As he grew older, Poison figured that stealing from the humans that tried to capture him was right, and soon, he was known throughout his part of the city very well. He and his brothers soon left the city in search for real food, meat. After all, wolves need it.
Pack: The Acid Spitters
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Name: Cheyanne
Age: 2 years
Breed: Wolf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Pitch black
Personality: While other think of her as the Duchess like wolf in the pack, she's really not. Poison, her alpha, Murr and Joe, her best friends, know she's the assassin, or the warrior or the pack. Not letting anyone or anything get in her way she currently ranks the beta female of the pack.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: Dead
History:Cheyanne was the daughter of a nomadic father; she never knew her mother, who was killed during a hunt with their old pack. Their pack was becoming run down and members were dying off from disease and were getting killed by their own brothers. Cheyanne’s father took his and his other daughter away from that danger and desperately tried to find another pack close by for them to join, but he never succeeded. He soon fell ill himself and died from hypothermia, leaving behind his two offspring. It was Cheyanne’s brother’s idea for them to split up, and the eldest of the duo didn't agree since her brother wasn't even old enough to actually take care of himself without eventually getting himself killed. However, the younger wolf ran off and Cheyanne didn't even try to stop him. As time went on and she got older, Cheyanne lived from pack to pack and she eventually settled down with a male (King) whom she had a litter of six puppies with. Soon, five of the helpless pups died from sickness and only one pup survived. Cheyanne was left to take care of her pack and her only pup after King left for a hunting trip and never came back. Traveling was a lot harder for her pack. Her pack is like all or most packs, they travel all winter. And when you travel all winter, hunting for food along the way, and carrying a 1 year old helpless pups, it can get hard. She soon abandoned her pup and he pack. She became rouge and tough. She met with a wolf hybrid named Poison and soon became a pack mate. Along with her came two male wolves. Murray and Joe.
Pack: Acid Spitters
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Name- Joe
Nickname- None
Age- 4 years old
Gender- Male
Breed- Wolf
Description-
Pack- Acid Spitters
Pups- None
Mate-None
Crush- Cheyanne
Personality- Joe is very head strong and bold. He never backs down from a fight and is the complete opposite from his sister. Joe is quiet and doesn't smile much, a true tough man. Joe is the type of guy who will give his life to protect his family and who will take no shame in being himself. Joe is often found in shadows or away from everyone. He is very devoted to helping his pack in anyway he can.
History- Joe was the biggest pup in the litter, always getting to eat first and asserting his dominance over his siblings. When Joe was about 6 months, his father Executer, taught him how to fight. Training him from a very early age. His father also taught him how to read other's, teaching him patience too. Joe was often away from his siblings, never being the type to play or want to be all over someone. Joe's mother saw something different in Joe than in the other pups. Although her concerns for her favorite son, she let him be himself. Thinking he'll grow out of this solitary behavior with time. She was dead wrong. In fact, her suspicions about her son grew when he started getting more and more distant from his family. By the time Joe turned 1 year and 8 months, he was already leaving the pack. With his little sister Raven. Dawn vanished, taken right from under his nose by poachers. People from the outside world that came to hunt. On the truck they drove off in had ZOO written on it. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, then a sleepy feeling. A tranquilizer dart. He fell asleep right there in the truck, the people hurrying to get him inside and do tests. They found he was the healthiest wolf they had seen before, no rabies, no scabies, nothing of that sort. After taking blood from him, they put him in an enclosure to live in. Joe knew that wasn't the way for him. He dug and dug until his nails began to bleed but he knew he couldn't stop there, he kept digging and digging. Once a hole was dug he began attacking the fences, bending the fragile wires and slipping under them easily. The victory was short lived though when the humans tranquilized him again, this time chaining him up to an old trailer like some worthless dog. For days Joe worked harder and harder, trying to break the chain that held him. Running and leaping at the air over and over again wore the chain clip down. It finally snapped one afternoon. Although the chain around Joe's neck is still tight and it is making it hard to breath. Joe managed to escape.. A few weeks went by before he met a female rouge and her friend. Cheyanne and Murr.
Other- Nothing
Name- Murray
Nickname- Murr
Age- 2 years old
Gender- Male
Breed- wolf
Pack- Acid Spitters
Pups- None
Mate- None
Crush- Cheyanne
Personality- Murr is the spitting image of his father. Proud yet noble, kind yet caring. He loves pups and he tends to show more of a proud father figure than his friend, Raphe who's dead anyway, does. Speaking of him, Raphe and Murr were the best of friends anyway. He and the angry male go way back. Murr is a sweet heart who loves to play but can be stern and stubborn when it comes to letting his sister go somewhere alone. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me is what he lives by. He is very understanding and likes to have a good time.
History- Murr was born in a kind and loving family with a supporting pack. Kind of opposite of what Raphe and a few others had. He grew up with Raphe for years, as rebellious teenagers they seemed to always get each other into trouble. One time, Murr and Rap had went to the other packs around the lands, picking fights with any teenager or adult that would. Suddenly realizing that the other wolves didn't fight fair, Murr soon became in trouble. He needed assistance. As the fights grew more intense Raphe and Murr realized just how deep of trouble they were in. Just when it seemed like all hope for the young lads were lost, Murr's father and his uncles came along and Raphe's father and his 5 uncles came along. The fighting soon stopped. For the elders were strong and wiser than the young wolves. For a few months Murr wasn't aloud to have contact with his best friend but he had found ways to go and see him at night. From then on Murr and Rap have just been the best of friends.
Name: Choker
Age: 3 years
Breed: Gray wolf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Smokey gray |
Personality: Choker is a rouge wolf. While others think of her as the Duchess like wolf, she's really not. She's the assassin, or the warrior. Not letting anyone or anything get in her way she currently ranks the lone rebel.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
History: Choker was an omega wolf of her pack, being mistreated by her alpha. Her father was the Alpha's assistant. doing whatever he was told despite what it was or who he had to do it to. Her father was forced to teach her the ways of the Rebel, teaching her not to trust anyone but her father. She can trust no one know, since her father has died. After the death of her father, she was tortured from her alpha, being starved and beaten. At the age of 1 she left her pack. She journeyed across the land until she met a male wolf. She tried to befriend him, but after a while he wanted to be more than friend. She stopped trusting him and started to believe what her father was forced to teach her. She once again was a lone wolf.
Pack: None
Name: Trigger
Sex: Male
Age: 6 Years
Breed: Gray Wolf
Job: Leading the pack; his parents can't anymore.
Personality
Likes/loves: His siblings, parents, pack, running the pack, rain.
Dislikes/hates: Disrespect from subordinates, lone wolves, Steele.
Good traits: Trigger has a habit of letting the subordinates eat before the higher ranked wolves, which is why there not a single omega wolf in the pack.
Bad traits: Judging other before he meets them.
Build specifics:
Fur type: Medium length
Fur colors: Brown, tan, grey.
Eye colors: Orange
Scars: Had a small scar on his left front paw, it's healed over time.
Accessories: N/A
Voice: George Strait
Drawn:
- Very short, stout legs
- built like a tank; muscular
- Has a patch of fur on his chin
Relations:
Grandparents: Unknown; Dead
Mother: Unknown; now dead.
Father: Unknown
Aunts: ?
Uncles:?
Siblings: Kerosene, Diesel, Tracy.
Mate: Merle
Crushes on him: N/A (Open if you'd like to make one. just PM me)
Children: None yet
Grandchildren: None Yet
Owner: None.
Friends: Kerosene, Diesel, Tracy, Merle, Cheyanne.
Enemies: Steele, Nikki, Kaltag
Relation to Balto: Trigger hasn't met Balto yet, but he doesn't like Steele. Even though Trigger hasn't met Steele either, from what Tracy told him Trigger's not sure if he wants to meet him.
Backstory:
Trigger was born to a wolf pair; he lived with them along with his two brothers, and a younger sister. Trigger began to lead his father's pack at age 3 when his father became sick; nose bleed, aching feet all the time, and weakness in his back. Trigger was the first choice, since Diesel didn't want to at the time, Kerosene was to young, and Tracy had left to Nome.
A year past since Tracy left and Trigger was determined to find him. But his mother began getting sick; coughing mostly, bloodshot eyes and nose bleed. Trigger would have to wait to find Tracy. He didn't want to send out a group to find him, he didn't want to send out his brother and sister either, for fear they might get sick or killed.
Trigger continued leading the pack. His mother died soon after they had moved to a new territory. There was plentiful game here. More pine, bigger den space, more space at that to the entire territory. It was near the borders of Alaska and Canada. Another year passed; Trigger was now five years, and Tracy had found them. Diesel's scent was the one who he'd caught. Kerosene led them to Trigger. The pack celebrated his brothers return.
Trigger and his siblings listened to Tracy talk about what he'd been through. And promised that he'd take them to Nome one of these days. From what Trigger understood, Steele was obnoxious and Balto was a old mutt. But he didn't let up on the trip. Trigger still leads his pack, waiting for Tracy to take them to Nome.
Name: Diesel
Sex: Male
Age: 4 Years
Breed: Gray Wolf
Job: A hunter in his brother's pack
Personality
Likes/loves: His family, meat, running, rain, thunderstorms, wind.
Dislikes/hates: Most dogs, cats, snow, people, Steele
Good traits: Just loving his family. He's not one to hate much.
Bad traits: Not doing what he's told, unless it's Trigger..
Build specifics:
Fur type: Short
Fur colors: Brown, tan, cream.
Eye colors: Orange
Scars: None
Accessories: N/A
Voice: Tim McGraw
Drawn:
- About the same as Trigger; short legs
- Tuft of fur on chin, and cheeks
- Short tail; often taps the pack of his legs when he runs
Relations:
Grandparents: Unknown; Dead
Mother: Unknown; now dead.
Father: Unknown
Aunts: ?
Uncles:?
Siblings: Kerosene, Trigger , Tracy.
Mate: None
Crushes on him: N/A (Open if you'd like to make one. just PM me)
Children: None
Grandchildren: None
Owner: None.
Friends: His family, Cheyanne, Merle (Triggers mate)
Enemies: Steele, trespassing wolves/packs.
Relation to Balto: He doesn't know Steele, but his bother talks about Balto sometimes. Balto seems like a cool guy to Diesel
Backstory:
Diesel was born to a wolf pair; he lived with them and his two brothers and sister. Diesel was the youngest of his brother, but older than his sister, Kerosene, who often looks up to him. Diesel loves his sister more than anything. Diesel was born with his left front paw missing a toe. He limped around his childhood, but soon grew out of it when the pain stopped. Diesel, out of all his siblings, had the roughest life. The paw with missing toe, his short tail; which was longer but was soon cut to a shorter length when he and his brothers were playing in a rocky valley. His brothers ran to their parents for help when a large rock fell onto his tail. It's a long story.
Diesel also faced the death of his mother, which was the hardest for him. Diesel was the mama's boy. While his siblings were with his father, Diesel was with their mother. They did nothing different than what his brothers and sister did with their father, since Diesel had to learn the same than anyway. When he was sent out with his siblings, he often made Trigger and Tracy play by themselves. He loved to play with his sister the most. When they all four got back together they'd practice each others dominance on each other. Trigger's practice with his siblings; Tracy the same way, Kerosene and Diesel.
When Diesel was two years old, he went off on his own for a couple of days. Then came back only to find out his father was sick. Another death' he thought. He didn't want to witness this one so left again. While he was gone Tracy left to Nome and Trigger became alpha. When he came once more his father was still there, and he noticed his brother was the new alpha. And Tracy was gone. Diesel didn't leave again and instead stayed to see if Tracy would come back. At age four, he did. Diesel enjoyed the celebration his older brother, Trigger, threw for Tracy. The entire pack was happy that he was back.
Diesel, Trigger and Kerosene were promised by Tracy that he would take them to Nome, to meet Balto. Diesel was happy, from what Tracy told him; Balto seemed like a cool guy. But Diesel noticed they Trigger didn't feel the same way. About neither Steele nor Balto.
Name: Tracy
Sex: Male
Age: 5 Years
Breed: Gray Wolf
Job: Currently set up for a sled team. He doesn't like the idea.
Personality
Likes/loves: Chasing hare, wandering off, running, rain, most wolves.
Dislikes/hates: Felines, small dogs, being tied to something, snotty sled dogs.
Good traits: Coming when called
Bad traits: Wandering off, killing stray cats.
Build specifics:
Fur type: Long
Fur colors: Brown, tan, gray, cream.
Eye colors: Chocolate brown
Scars: None
Accessories: Often seen wearing a yellow bandana.
Voice: Tracy Lawrence
Drawn:
-Very muscular
- Long, lanky legs
Relations:
Grandparents: Unknown; Dead
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Aunts: ?
Uncles:?
Siblings: Kerosene, Diesel, Trigger.
Mate: None
Crushes on him: (Open, 4 is the limit)
Children: None
Grandchildren: None
Owner: He doesn't really have one. A girl gave him the bandana but an man who goes by Hunter feeds him. Hunter plans on entering Tracy in a sled race.
Friends: His family, and his family's pack, Balto.
Enemies: Most people, the snobby purebred dogs, Steele.
Relation to Balto: Friends with Balto, enemies with Steele
Backstory:
Tracy was born to a wolf pair; he lived with them along with his sister, and two brothers. At the age of two he left his family into the borders of Nome. A girl gave him the yellow bandana and called him Bandit. He soon met a man, scared out of his wits he watched the man leave out food day after day. The man just called his Wolf. Tracy didn't know what to go by but his real name; Tracy. He didn't come to either the man or the girl by the names they gave him; Bandit and Wolf. A few days later after arriving in Nome, he met a shaggy old wolf dog. The people called him 'Balto'. A weird name Tracy thought. Balto and Tracy became friends, at least until Balto began getting interested in a small red husky, Jenna.
Tracy got bored of going in circles; the man, the girl, and Balto. So Tracy left to the other side of town. It was much more active. Balto was there too. For only one reason as well; Jenna. It appeared there was a race going on. He could hear the dogs barking; they were getting closer. Tracy started to cross the pathway made for the team. Almost to the other side a black body started making his way to the finish line.. Tracy made it but he didn't seem to care who saw. Later on, Tracy found himself in between Steele, and a wall. Steele was onto him. Rambling on about how stupid the wolf was for crossing. Tracy didn't care. He quickly made his way out from the tight squeeze of the wall, and the loudness of stupidity.
Days after the encounter with Steele, another race was on. A race to see who was going to be on the sled team. Tracy saw that Balto was racing. Tracy once again decided to cross before it started. But his bandana was caught on something. The man who fed him grabbed the bandana. The race was on. Tracy, looked at the man who was smiling at him. 'Why would he smile, I thought he liked me. He wouldn't try to choke me....' Tracy thought; looking at him then at his hand. Tracy lunged, nipping the man's hand. He groaned and let go of the cloth. Tracy made a break for it and took off. The bandana came untied and flew off.
Outside of Nome lie a wolf, watching over the town. Tracy was hungry and he had attacked the man who fed him. But he didn't worry. He knew how to hunt, and he knew the man would recover soon. Tracy left Nome. Tracking his family; he was soon at the edge of the Alaskan Border, almost in Canada before he found them. His sister Kerosene was the first to see him. His brother Diesel came along as well. He was taken to the pack. His eldest brother, Trigger, was the new alpha. His parents were sick and unable to lead.
Tracy told them all about what had happened. And promised to take them there later on. He made sure the man he bit would forget about him before he returned.
