#lorwolf bio

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................Wittlekins.................

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I don't need you or your army Taking control trying to save me ●◉◎◈◎◉● adventure | inquisitive | brave ●◉◎◈◎◉●   “Jobs fill your pockets, but adventures fill your soul.” Jaime Lyn

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Wittlekins was a strange sight to be sure. If one was to peer closer at the thickly covered Kit, one would just barely manage to make out tufts of whitish fur from between the gaps in their green jumpsuit and leather straps. When their goggles weren't fogged up from excitement, a pair of silvery eyes would greet the observer. Always running and hopping from one stone to another, their small and nimble frame allows them to wiggle themselves in through the tiniest of spots. So if one is ever in the mountainous area of Darkspine, be sure to look carefully for a little silver shadow could be stalking your steps.

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Wittlekins' own mother would call him an oddity, to be sure. Yet, with not even a bad bone in his tufty tail, she would speak fondly of the boy. Curious to a fault, Wittlekins was soon independent and travelling the hills of Darkspine before he even hit his teens. A headache for a worrying mother, but an inspiration for his peers, he'd always return home to show and add to his growing treasure collection. When his hoard outgrew his mother's den, he found himself a cave that even a dragon would be proud of and set about to grow his endless collection. From murkwood ferns to the Star of Goldsea, his collection was filled with anything that took the boy's fancy, be it treasure or trash to others, it was all the same to Wittlekins.

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Lortober Day Thirteen: Outlook

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...........Astrophel Perseid...........

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●◉◎◈◎◉● positive | curious | wanderlust x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Our attitude towards life determines life's attitude towards us.” ― John Mitchell

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Appearance. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟

Like his father, Kósmos, Astrophel has light blue fur and a pattern of cumulus clouds along his back and haunches. If one were to peer carefully, you'd see a faint shimmer to his fur, glistening like stars among the blue. Yet unlike his breezy fur, his eyes are a colour of a night sky with his pupil barely discernible from his iris. Standing tall and proud, even when all is dim, Astrophel shines as a bright beacon in the dark.

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Wet behind the ears, as Dina would say, but that never stops Astrophel's curiosity pushing him forwards. Where experience falters, Astrophel makes up for it in positivity and eagerness. When not staring at the stars and scribbling onto his charts, Astrophel listens to the stories Dina tells of the old star names and their origins. Enthralled by a history he never learned about, Astrophel finds himself more and more fascinated by the life of a caravaner. His nomadic roots perhaps finding purchase in an ever traveling home.

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Lortober Day Five: Uncertainty

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........Aldrich Wodwalker........

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●◉◎◈◎◉● uncertain | overthinker | creative x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “There is nothing certain, but the uncertain.” ― Proverb

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Another of Dina Bardsley's foundlings, it is said that one day, over the hills of ice run, Dina was intrigued by a patch of soil peeking out from the mounds of snow. Upon closer inspection, the patch soil was a chocolate nose, four paws and a bushy tail of a pup. The rest of his white body blended in with the snow. Looking up with dark, umber eyes, the pup could hardly hold up his head. Now, after Dina's care and the hard work he's put into the Warrens, Aldrich is a strong, stocky Lupin, with heavyset shoulders powerful enough to charge forward. If his personality would allow it.

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Personality. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟

With a cool, chiselled countenance, Aldrich seems as though he would exude confidence. However, always the overthinker, Aldrich is indecisive at the best of times and frozen at the worst. Unable to act upon his chewed-up thoughts, Aldrich finds himself often in precarious situations and tough decisions as a team leader for the Warrens scouting group. As the mistakes pile up, Aldrich becomes increasingly lost in his thoughts and triple-thinking his own steps. One can only hope his indecisive nature won't lead down a thorny road.

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Lortober Day Twenty-Eight: Give

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.....Slyvan Brackenswood.....

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●◉◎◈◎◉● warm | nit-picking | dramatic x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Cooking is like love, It should be entered with complete abandon, Or not at all” ― Anon

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They once said that all Kits were derived from an ancient precursor called a fox. With a red coat, white bib and tip of tail, their amber eyes were said to be able to steal one’s soul with their feral beauty. Slyvan Brackenswood is part of one of the purest bloodlines of Kits, their family holding true to the ancient coats and colours of their ancestors. Just like his ancestor, Slyvan looks near identical to the ancient fox and his family admires his sleek coat and wiry frame.

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Personality. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟

Unfortunately, unlike his ancient ancestors, Slyvan’s personality prefers to feed  others. Though not selfish, Slyvan’s family hunt solo and keeps fairly to themselves, something that Slyvan can’t seem to understand. What’s the use of these amazing eyes, quick paws and accurate nose if not to put them to good use for others? Generous almost to a fault, Slyvan moved from his family woods to the Warrens to create his own kitchen and to help those struggling with the lamenting disease, those who long for the fey world. Always cooking, with spoon in hand, Slyvan will always hold out a paw with a bowl of stew for a whisker in need.Though not without a sprinkle of drama, for what could he do if his Glitterbit-fur robe was destroyed again?

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.........…..Suwen Setja..….........

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Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of June ●◉◎◈◎◉● warm | patient | observant ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Shine your light and make a positive impact on the world; there is nothing so honorable as helping improve the lives of others.” Roy T. Bennett  

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Through the flowing tresses of cherrywood trees will you spot Suwen's pearlescent eyes as her steady paws pull her through the pink curtain for one to admire in full. Her fur glossy and sleek, a marvellous mimic to a vibrant sunset that dips down into an inky black. Curiously, small antlers sprout on her temple tangled with the flowers and branches of the tree she has made her shelter and home.

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Even outside of The Warren, it's known enough that when seeking for a healer, Suwen is the first wolf to go to. Always wanting to leave the world better than how she's left it, Suwen continues to learn the many ways of healing and herbology to always give a helping paw out to those in need. When not taking care of her fellow wolf, Suwen lays beneath the boughs of her cherrywood tree and watches over the young of The Warren. With tale and tail, Suwen captivates bored cubs with her engaging stories of frosty fields glittering with glory, hidden vales filled with treasure and distant shores where creatures so vastly different reign.  

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..............Rook Doxson..............

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It won't talk, it won't scream It just stares and I can't breath ●◉◎◈◎◉●  paranoid | haunted | guilty ●◉◎◈◎◉●  “Guilt is one of those emotions that feeds on itself. With every bite it gets a little heavier.” Robert E. Dunn

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Wide golden eyes stare from amid his wine stained fur, the rich colour a sign of being related to nobility. Despite such a luxurious, thick coat, spots of roughed, coarse fur stick out from his legs, a sign of his constant anxiety.  

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Personality. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟ Pampered, pompous and proud of those facts once, Rook is but a former shell of himself. Rook rarely socialises, leaves his abode or even get up from his sleeping quarters. Depression has eaten away his achievements, panic spat out his social circles and guilt keeps it all locked up. 

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.............Caldwell Elwyn.............

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There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down ●◉◎◈◎◉●  cursed | mischievous | cunning ●◉◎◈◎◉●  “Here's what all the stories forget to mention; life goes on around the cursed.” ― Laura Greenwood, Awakening

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Far from the looks of the Goldsea Bracchian tribe he grew up in, Caldwell is currently cursed to the form of a Zerda with the telltale signs of being Fey-touched. Wiry blue fur and rough patches of purple stick out over his tiny frame with his green eyes being the only mark of who he once was. Perhaps one day he’ll regain his true form.

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His youthful foolishness is what started his descent from grace, over time Caldwell became leery of anything suspicious, sly and cunning to outwit foes far greater than he and a mean pranking bone that toes the line of cruelty. Caldwell won’t ever fall for the same trick twice and will always pay back what he receives doubly so. 

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...........Kaitlyn Elwyn...........

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I don't need you or your army Taking control trying to save me ●◉◎◈◎◉●  independant | headstrong | elusive ●◉◎◈◎◉●  “Pain shapes a woman into a warrior.” Anon

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With a supernatural gleam and fur spilling like rustling, evergreen leaves, Kaitlyn appears with eerie green fur and flashes of hot pink. One glance is all one needs to know that they're beholding a faehound. Even without her unusual coat, peering into her eyes to see the very sky captured and mimicked by her irises is enough to give anywolf the heeby jeebies.

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Long suffering under a cruel lord's thumb has made Kaitlyn a very headstrong and outspoken wolf these days.

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There was only one thing startling about Kaitlyn as a pup and that was her gorgeous sky struck eyes. Once just your average run of the mill, black and white pup, Kaitlyn was always told by her forebears to ‘ne’er go wander tha wode aft'r dusk.' But as with all tales and warnings, they oft go unheeded. Had it been any of her littermates, they'd have been fine to pass through the woods, unheeded by what lurks within.

Unfortunately, Kaitlyn's eyes caught the attention of the Lord of the Woods. Fond of such pretty novelties, The Lord of the Woods charmed and whispered sweet things to young Kaitlyn.  He delighted her with tales of a realm beyond the green mounds, with imagery of merry-making and frolicking forever.  “Oh, I wish I could see those beautiful places," spouted the foolish, naive wolf. And no sooner had those words left her maw, did The Lord of the Woods grin with sick glee. Around poor Kaitlyn, the wind began to pick up and transformed into a leaf she was blown into the open doors of the Fae Mounds and brought to the world she so wished to see. Returned to her wolf shape, she was surprised to see her coat had become flecked with the green of the leaf she had been. At first, she was giddy and full of cheer, playing with the fae folk and other equally brightly coloured wolves she'd never seen before. For the whole day she danced, played and sang, but she soon noticed that the sun did not set, no-one seemed to tire like her and she began to miss her family.