Righ

[Wolfen]

Righ

the character

name: righ
age: five years
gender: male
pack: innis
rank: elder of truth
appearance:

breed, timber wolf
eyes, yellow
pelt, black
height, thirty-two inches
weight, one-hundred ten pounds
other, righ possess unusally lengthy fur on his nape, making it more difficult for his enemies to grab him, as well as giving him an intimidating appearence; his hackles have the appearence of always being raised.

personality:

"For the longest time I was a very bitter wolf, but after two years on the island of Innis, I have since cooled in terms of anger. Although, I remain rather aggressive, but to those of my pack there is a different side I'm willing to show; a softer, more kindly side. But I am a strong individual, and often silent in comparison to others; I'd rather listen than talk. However, my actions speak louder than my words, and I have a feircely strong sense of pride, and disrespect is intolerable in my eyes."

history:

"In a pack not of any legend or lore, I was born. My parents were both trusted members of the gaurd, though my mother retired from her life as a warrior by her 4th year. My father, Sparrow was dedicated and loyal, but my mother, Assena, was more of a loner and remained on the outskirts of the territory. She was a free spirit, and that was about the only thing I gained from her.

In my pack, we did things slightly different than most. There was no royal bloodline, only the leader of a band of warriors. At the birth of each litter, two were named by each of the Alphas, a title that we were to live up to. I was given 'righ', meaning king, while my brother was given 'quixote', or knight. I had been hand picked by Lord Righ to follow in his footsteps, and as such, I felt closer to him and the Alphess, Lady Morrigan.

My training started young, and once I was a year old, I joined the gaurd with my brother, Quixote, and my sister Renee. But I excelled, and soon was the leader of my group; my siblings were trying to please my parents or find themselves, but I was trying to live up to my name, as was protocol to do so.

When I was nearly a year and a half old, Lord Righ had given me the nod: I was to be the next Alpha after him. I'd never been thhat happy in my entire life; to this day, it's the crowning achievement of my life. Nearly a month later, now second in command of all the warriors, my skills were put to the test as humans invaded the land. Although we'd all fought noblely, it proved futile against human invasion.

Slowly my pack was sold one by one, until one day a man bought Renee. Assena attacked the man who tried to take her away, for although my mother was free-spirited, she was a vicious harpy in combat; she killed two humans before being shot. My mother was dragged away and Renee put into the traces alongside huskies and beaten into submission. I was sold with my brother to a French fur trader; but unlike him, I refused to succomb to the humans; after being beaten to within an inch of my life several times, I became bitter, and followed command, but never stopped plotting the death of every single human and dog.

Righ and I ran in the traces for almost a year. One night they pulled into a human outpost, where the sled team was caged alongside wolves freshly pulled from the wild. My brother had tried to convince the wolves that they were best off just doing as they're told, but my voice of pride and embitterment kept their spirits high. After spending all day talking and plotting with them, I'd managed to dig out my spike from the dirt by nightfall; I was free, and the others planned to ram the cages until they found freedom as well.

There was an Alphess, Xane, who lead them on; she was 4 years old, and her spirit was untameable. Already her mate had been killed, but still she fought on; apart from my own Alphas, I'd never respected another wolf more... and I will never forget her eyes.

That night, I saw a flame in my brother's eyes as something reawakend in him. Now I was fueled on, and after 3 days of waiting out a blizzard, the wolves in the tent had grown connected. With myself and my brother plotting, the pack wolves wanted their revenge on the humans; bloodlust was thick in the air. But on the night of our attack, the Alphess' daughter wandered into the camp.

That's when I met the young heiress for the first time. However, humans were approaching, and that's when everything errupted into chaos. Wolves and dogs broke their ties and rammed their cages, frenzied barks and savage snarls rose, and the golden female took off running. I was free, and with a chain clanking behind me I followed closely after, my brother at my flanks.

I was fast, ripping the throats of any humans in her way, but in my attack, I could not protect her. A shot hit her, and she dropped to the ground, immobile. After finishing off an attacking mutt, I threw myself infront of the body, snarling, daring any and all to try and take her from me. And as Quixote finally reached us, he stood with the humans racing to catch up to him, his tone reflecting no longer the wolf I thought was still alive, but the mutt which he truely was.

"This is NOT the time for this, brother. They'll kill you for attacking them; we are not masters of the humans."

"I have not lost my pride, Quixote. She is an Alphess and I will stand by her side until I no longer breathe." I growled back.

The humans finally arrive and circled around me, and in one fell swoop I was beaten and attacked, the clubs of 5 no match for the teeth of one. I was dragged back, a bloody mess, only to see Argo carried off. When I got back, I found most of the wolves shot or beaten, and Xane was pulled out of her cage and I was put into it; she was dead, and I supposed I was to be left to the same fate.

But I wasn't.

For almost a year more we ran, my brother a traitorous mutt; he was no longer a wolf, and it was obvious my true kin had died long ago. As we stopped again, I was tired to this life, and promised the wolves and huskies of the team a better life. I promised them freedom, and that night, I attacked and set them free, knocking everything in my path down, and eventually leaving a fire in my wake.

When I exited the camp, I saw my brother on the outskirts, growling, and now I was so angry and furious, the I turned on him, determined to send him to the grave for every life he cost by his stupid submission; my pack followed suit. We had him down, but the humans were running after us, and we left him for dead, and headed for the trees.

I escaped, and we all eventually went our seperate ways. I was anger and hollowed after my experience, but I still had my dignity. I ran for as long as I could, searching for the end of the earth... and I found it on an island. I lived out my time in silence, determined repent for all the lives I felt like were my responsiblity for not existing right now. Guilt was my worst enemy.

But now, although I still feel its painful effects, I've come to terms with my past, and have now melted as far as emotions go, and serve my pack with a more kindly demeanor.

lineage:
birthpack: osirin gaurd

sire, sparrow
dam, assena
siblings,

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the roleplayer

ooc name: wolfen
age: seventeen
gender: female
roleplay level: literate[/sup][/blockquote]