Isidor

[Jam]

isidor of white bear lake the auryn clan

the character

name: isidor
age: four years
gender: male
pack: auryn
rank: beta mascu
appearance:

breed, gray wolf
eyes, amber
pelt, ivory
height, thirty-six inches
weight, one hundred and twenty-seven pounds
other,

personality:

"I come from a long line of warriors, and have deep respect for my ancestry because it makes up a large part of who I am today. From my father and the other elder fighters of my pack, I learned the appropriate tools for battle. I learned how one should think in battle, the focus that one needs, and the tactic one must implement. It was a part of my history before my very birth, and it has become a part of my everyday life.

I suppose this is both a good and a bad thing. I am a born fighter, which is never a bad thing in the life of a wolf. My training has made me a very determined wolf as well and very committed; lack of these traits could easily leave a wolf vulnerable. And my focus is not often matched by other wolves. As it was the whole point of my position, I am highly protective of others. Willingly so, I will put myself out in defense of those I truly care about.

At the same time, when the going gets tough, I often tend to shut myself off emotionally. We were taught that if our compassion gets exposed to the enemy, they could easily take advantage of it. In dire situations, I will become distant, sometimes even to the point where I listen to no one but myself and my commanding officers. This is when things reach extremes, though, but even in the more relaxed situations I will tend to shut off parts of me, making me distant.

Mainly I was little too well trained."
BEING REVISED.

history:

"I have fond memories of my birthpack. That place is, in every way, a part of me that I could never shake. And gladly so.

I was born of a long line of warriors. My father, his father, and his father, etc., made up one of the great lineages in our pack, and for that my family was well-respected. My father, Isidro, was a newly-retired warrior by the time I was born, resigning into the position of an Elder, advisor to the Alpha. As you can probably tell, I was name for my father. My mother, Caelie, was but a year younger than him, one of the most skilled hunters of our pack. They had loved each other for years but had waited, per my father’s request, to settle down until my father had resigned from the service. So by that time they were both older, and had had some trouble conceiving. I was the only pup from my mother’s first litter to survive. Both my parents grieved for their losses, but even more cherished what they had been given.

As was custom in our pack, as I reached eight months, I was put into training to become a warrior. My father had already bestowed upon me some of his knowledge, and through that—and just natural skill, so they say—I excelled in my class. And my father could not have been prouder. As for me, I could not have been prouder of myself nor happier; I was fulfilling what I was born for, using what had been put into my veins through many generations.

Just a bit after I reached the yearling mark, my sister Karina was born. Once again, she was the only pup to survive the litter. Her birth was of special circumstance; for several generations, a female had not been born among our lineage, only males. And Karina was the first. You’d probably think that that would me favoritism, and there slightly was—after all, for my father, she was daddy’s little girl. But other than that, I never felt less loved or appreciated. My parents had both their son and their daughter. Everything was perfect.

Unfortunately, not long after my sister’s birth, our mother passed away. It was believed that she had received an infection after giving birth to my sister. The last thing I remember was seeing her curled around my sister, a serene smile on her face. I don’t think my mother would’ve wanted to die any other way than surrounded by her family. We worried that Karina would contract whatever made my mother ill, but our first worry was getting her nourishment. Thankfully, another female had just given birth and was able to nurse. And Karina turned out happy and healthy, raised by our father and I guess by myself, too. Like any older brother, I was naturally protective and watchful of her.

The typical role females take in our pack was as caretakers; they were the babysitters, mothers, and hunters. So when she was old enough, Karina was taught the ways of the hunter, for she seem to possess the defining characteristics of one, as my mother had. She enjoyed it, but at the same time hated it. My father had taught her a thing or two from the warrior ways, and she watched me go through my training. She wanted to be part of that, too, but it was not allowed. I think once or twice she snuck into one of the training sessions only to be thrown out. It was great and embarrassing at the same time.

We both grew older and grew into our roles perfectly. And as I grew older, I started to receive lot of attention from the other young females of the pack, even some of my sister’s friends. Oh, how Karina hated it, even when she too was receiving a lot of attention from the young males of the pack, even some of my comrades. There was actually one female I grew very interested in. Her name was Sara, and she was the sister of one of my fellow warriors. Even with all the females surrounding me, she was the one that stood out the most, and I think she had known even from the very beginning, because the other girls flirting never bothered her. I started to fall for her. No, I fell for her.

But things were changing in the pack; we had been at peace for many years now, but a threat was growing to the west of us. A longtime enemy, in fact: the Cloquet pack. Their pack had been destroyed by ours, quite literally. The previous Alpha, Rip, was a dictatorial Alpha, and was on a quest to take over the whole area for his pack. He had raised a large pack, but had no idea what he was up against when he attacked up. We employed the help of our allies, the Vadnais brethren, to go into battle with them. Blood was spilled on both sides, though much of the Cloquet was annihilated. And it was in fact my father who took down Rip.

Yet Rip’s mate, Osis, had given birth that very night of the battle, and her surviving son, Thor, took over the pack, scraping together the remnants of it. Quietly they had grown and thrived under our watch, and had managed to gain the Big Lake pack as their allies, which was a large pack itself, full of rogues that basically banded together solely for survival. And with them, Thor was out for blood.

Their target was our pack, as well as the Vadnais, who had unfortunately weakened in the preceding years. But Thor’s main target was my father. Except Thor believed that killing my father was too simple; it wasn’t equivalent to what my father had done to him. So he sought an alternate course of action.

“Isidor! Wake up now, son.”

“Father?” Isidor groaned, rolling over to face his father. “Father, what’s wrong?”

“Karina must leave. Now. And you must be the one to take her. She cannot stay here anymore.”

Isidor finally managed to open his eyes enough to take in full view the grave face speaking to him now. “But father, she’s safe here. We can protect her from Th-“

“Do not question my decision!” Isidro essentially growled out to his son. Seeing his daughter stir nearby, he grabbed Isidor by the scruff, forcing him out of the den. He sighed, body wracked with pain. “Isidor, this is an order, from both your superior and your father. We have discovered spies placed by Thor within the pack. We believe we’ve caught them all and ordered them executed, but we can’t be sure. Karina was not completely safe, and I don’t know if we can make sure she’s safe here. We must get her out of here.” Isidro’s eyes, amber like his children’s, were filled with fear the likes Isidor had never seen. “Please.”

And so early that morning, Karina and I left. There was building tension within the pack, but Karina was unaware as to why we should be forced to flee. Father did not explain, and neither did I. My father was trying to hide his grieving, but it was the most pain I had ever seen fill him in my life. I will never forget that.

Sara led us out, and I was forced to say good-bye to her. She had me promise that I would return when all this was over, and I did. Fingers-crossed behind my back.

And so Karina and I left. We ended up in Auryn, of all places. We were cold-weather wolves, what were we doing in a desert? I believed it would be a good place for us to hide, the last place they would look if we were followed.

Every night I think of my pack. How I could have fought for them. Fought for my sister. Fought for Sara. Fought for my father.

And all I know is that one wolf out of all of those was verified to still be alive."

lineage:
birthpack: white bear lake brethren

sire, isidro
dam, caelie
siblings,

karina of white bear lake, younger sister

the roleplayer

ooc name: jam
age: eighteen
gender: female
roleplay level: literate