Otiae Justus Fargoln

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Otiae

the character

name; Otiae
age; Two and a half years
gender; Male
pack; Eira
rank;

appearance

breed; Timber Wolf
eyes; Light Blue
pelt; A distinct greyish-brown
height; 2' 10" at the shoulder
weight; He averages at a steady 100lbs flat, drifting between 95 - 115 depending on the availability of food.

personality

First Impressions; Initially, Otiae can come across as blunt, crass, and perhaps even a little rude. He is rather reserved, and only speaks when spoken to. He keeps his words brief and to the point, and this is often translated as cynical and occasionally disrespectful to his audience. In his few short years, he has learned that most wolves are indeed blowhards, and it's best to let them do the talking. He is a thinker, and tends to dwell at length before speaking.

In-Depth and Undercover; Though he doesn't seem it due to his youth and introvertedness, Otiae is actually quite intelligent. His father was wise and his mother crafty, and he has gleaned these characteristics by watching and mimicking their mannerisms. Few others get to learn this about him however; he has seen and experienced much hardship in his life, and feels that nobody can relate to him.

The Nitty-Gritty; Though quiet and rather shy, this young male has quite a sense of humor and loves to tell stories, especially to pups. He has a vivid imagination and enjoys entertaining, but rarely has an opportunity. Having had little contact with others, it takes him quite a while to develop enough trust to show this side of himself. Once his guard is let down, many are suprised by his youthfulness and bubbly nature.

history

Humble Beginnings; Otiae was born into a large pack called Malenor, led by a tyrant beast called Sol'rei. He was rumored to be mad, and ran his pack in a strict militant fashion. He alone commanded his wolves, who were ranked together in pairs, though not necessarily mates. Otiae's father was Sol'rei's most trusted wolf, and in charge of training and leading the fighters. Called General Sorren by his peers, he was stern but fair, and had earned the respect and admiration of many.

Where Sorren was level-headed and calm, Otiae's mother Larka was his polar opposite. Leading the pack's hunters and spies, she was brash, cold, and at times a fearsome beast. Always a force to be reckoned with, she was infamous through the ranks for pushing her wolves, though was respected for being right along with them. Having spent her youth as a lone wolf, stealing and fighting, slipping undetected through the shadows, she was the best spy Sol'rei had seen, and on two seperate occasions (though unbeknownst to most of the others) had gone on missions to assasinate some of his enemies.

As per pack custom, as soon as he was weaned Otiae and his sister were placed with other young pups and immediately began training to become hunters and fighters. Although it was frowned upon, Otiae often spent long hours training privately with his parents, learning everything they had to teach. He was fascinated by their stories, their dreams of grandeur, their awe-inspiring techniques. He especially loved hearing his mother's stories of her life as a lone wolf; having been born surrounded by his fellow brethren he couldn't imagine it and thought it exciting.

Wildfire; In the chilly wee hours of the eve of his first year, he was awakened by a terrible howling and barking from outside the den. He and the other yearlings emerged into the moonlight to see bodies colliding, fangs glistening, fur flying, the choking metallic smell of blood everywhere. Suddenly wolves were upon them and they fought back blindly and frantically, having not yet shaken the sleep from their eyes and understood what was happening. Otiae felt teeth in his scruff and wrenched free, just before a huge paw clubbed him about the head.

"This way." He heard his father's gruff voice in his ear. With stars still before his eyes he fled down a hollow tunnel through the bracken, stumbling out into a clearing. Before him stood his mother, her fur bathed silver in the moonlight and matted with blood. Her ear was torn, and there was a fire in her eyes he did not recognize. In the distance he could still hear the fighting. His hackles rose and he turned to dash back down the hollow.

"No boy. Go with your mother. She will explain everything. I will be all right."
His immense father spoke. Otiae hesitated, and his father sank his teeth into his tail. "Go!"

O, those silent winters; Into the night they went, never looking back. They travelled west and north, into the mountains and out again, scraping out a meager existance on small rodents and scraps left behind by other wolves. Otiae learned that his parents had secretly been building a resistance against Sol'rei. His power-hungry sister had learned of this and warned the Leader, who decided to strike preemptively and attack them in their sleep. He also learned that Wrenn had died by the fangs of their very own mother.

For another year they wandered, before the very strong, very proud Larka succumbed to white-cough in the bitter winter of Otiae's second year. For another six moons he wandered alone, implementing his mother's methods of survival. Having never been in a normal pack, he is hesitant to interact with other wolves, sticking to the shadows, watching, waiting...

lineage

birthpack; Malenor
sire; Sorren Justus
dam; Larka Fargoln
siblings; Wrenn Fargoln
mate;
whelps;

the roleplayer

ooc name; Blaze
age; Twenty-one years old
gender;Female
roleplay level; Been doing it for eight years, you figure it out.

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