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Dasan[/font]
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five ½ • male • canine • gray wolf • loner
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-Pick apart-
-The pieces of your heart-
-And let me peer inside-

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Dasan comes off as very moody, irritable, and uncaring. Some would even go so far as to consider him heartless. This is not so; he has a huge heart, though doesn’t care to share it. He has seen much in his life lived so far and does not care for the new world’s ways; though, not enough to undermine the current feud, just enough to ignore it.

Dasan’s life has given him much insight, and so he is quite worldly; though very untrusting in the process. He is quick to learn new places – mostly to avoid unexpected visitors – and is good at defusing a situation. To strangers, he is blunt, preferring to keep company to a minimum, though not entirely unhelpful should they need directions. He is easily annoyed, though at the same time somehow patient.

Those who know him, know this all to be a front. It is easier to push others away, then to let them into your heart. This is Dasan all over. Damaged, as he is, it can only be expected that he is guarded, and attracted to a life of solitude. It has been a long time, since the time of humans even, that he has ever allowed another into his heart. Friend or mate. Though, this does not bother him – Dasan is quite happy to live a guarded life – he is not looking for more heartbreak.

He has a soft spot for young, in any form. Their innocent ways touch Dasan, and he feels the need to protect such naive treasures – in a world of conflict and deceit such things are rare and should be enjoyed and sheltered.

Dasan doesn’t feel the same ways about naive adults though; he only considers them to be ignorant.

• likes | Solitude, innocence.
• dislikes | Company, being interrupted, being ambushed, explaining things, others trying to ‘help’ him in any way, relying on anyone.
• goals | Live comfortably and peacefully (in his own little world).
• fears | Be betrayed.
• strengths | Knowledgeable, worldly, patient
• weaknesses | Untrusting, irritable, avoidant

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Dasan is a large built, well kept wolf - though such things come with his age. His fur is mostly darker shades of grey, though lighter shades cover his underbelly and muzzle, as well as the underside of his tail. At first glance, the subtle mask markings on his face are hardly noticeable. His coat has an absolute absence of red, so appears as a more steel grey than the typical shades found in many grey wolves.

His eyes are blue, although not clearly so, as the red lacking from his coat seems to instead mute his eyes, creating a more hazel like colour on closer inspection; though still, to those he meets, they appear to be only blue.

As can be expected from a wolf with years of life experiences, Dasan has some battle scars, though nothing fresh or discernible, just typical wear and tear; some faint scars across the muzzle, a nick on his ear. Any bigger scars gained are hidden well beneath his thick coat.

• height | 84cm at shoulder
• weight | 35kg
• fur colour | Grey
• eye colour | Blue
• scars | Nothing discernible
• noticeable features | Aesthetically? Not particularly

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Dasan grew up in a small littler; just him and his two sisters. His mother was never part of a pack, unlike their father, and so they didn’t see him much; he had a mate, and the pups’ birth was an incident rather than an act of love. On their fathers side anyway – their mother had loved him, as young and naive as she was. His visits were short, and soon stopped completely. Dasan had only actually seen him once, so the idea of a father was foreign to him.

Their mother raised them all well, with all the love she had. The pups flourished, healthy and happy. It wasn’t long before they were out of the den and hunting with their mother – their own little pack.

Those early days are only a surreal memory to Dasan now.

Their mother was determined to find her love, obsessed with him, to be with him. Dasan would often hear her at night howling, calling for him. As the cubs reached their first year she started disappearing. Sometimes for days. Occasionally she would come back beaten, exhausted from running, and collapse. Him and his sisters cared for her, but when she become healthy again, she would leave. One day she just… didn’t come back.

Dasan convinced his sisters to leave the place they had been raised and move on to better lands, bigger lands. There was not much possibility for expansion in the area they lived – being boxed in by another packs territory, and human farming lands. It also limited their game, and something unsettled him about hunting on human lands – let alone another pack’s lands. They stayed one last night in their den, and set out in the morning along the inner edges of the pack’s lands, avoiding the human land altogether.

In such a situation, there is always the possibility of stumbling upon a pack member monitoring the borders. But, what was completely unexpected was stumbling upon another loner. A sore sight, a small female lay across their path. Dasan carried her with them. They settled in a land just beyond the borders of the pack, forced to settle to stabilised the white wolf’s condition

She was a gentle wolf, kind hearted and playful. Everything Dasan loved in another. Sakari – even her name was sweet. Him and his sisters took her in without hesitation. Even after the battle she had been maimed in, she was beautiful; even when she was stained with blood and dirt; even when the wounds healed into scars, mottling the perfect white of her coat.

And once again Dasan found himself content, a family of his own well on the way. Even his sisters were excited for pups. All of them ignorant of the pack, watching them in spite; angry that they bordered their lands; that they had crossed through them.

It was the birth night of Dasan’s litter that they took action. They only sent three; though large and merciless as they were, Dasan always considered it to be mocking that they only saw them as a minor threat.

Dasan fought with everything he had, and more, but to no avail. His sisters fell around him, pain filled the night; but above all the yelps of his pups, Sakari’s cries of help. He could not hold off three on his own, he could barely hold off one. A dreadful silence fell over the air, and he found himself suddenly surrounded; the three’s intent fully focused on him.

Dasan bolted. His shoulders aching – the wound on his neck throbbing. He didn’t sleep the rest of the night, only hid. When dawn broke, he returned, cautiously.

Though regrettable his retreat was, his returning was more so.

• season born | Summer
• place of birth | Unknown
• memorable events | Death of family.

-Your heart’s a mess-
-You won’t admit to it-
-It makes no sense-

-And you, you can’t live like this-

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Kari[/font]
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one • female • domestic feline • American Longhair • loner
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Kari is, as her name suggests, sweet and innocent; pure. Her life has not been as rosy as her demeanour suggests, but she has not taken it on personally as most would. In fact, it would actually seem as though she doesn’t quite understand that something bad had happened. She still has her kitten-like playfulness and curiosity - often she finds herself in places no young lady should be wandering around alone: just because she has never been there before and wants to look around. But she doesn’t believe any place is truly dangerous; she is very naive to the ways of the world.

Kari is a very friendly young cat, and extremely social. She loves all company, cat or dog, but is no stranger to solitude either. Often, when Kari finds herself alone, she takes to talking to herself or to objects around her. As a truly curious individual, Kari is fascinated by the remains of humans – her mother had been a pet and only said good things of them. Kari is drawn to the city, with all its curiosities and mysteries. She is polite to everyone, and although she is honest, she wouldn’t tell somebody something that would hurt them for the sake of truth. Some would see this as lying, but Kari doesn’t like to upset others and prefers not to say anything.

As a naïve young soul, Kari has not experienced love (or heartbreak), but has no understanding of it either and so no drive to pursue it. That’s not to say she couldn’t be taken with someone, only that she doesn’t know it. She is patient and understanding of others, and, since she has not been tainted, easily trusting and quick to forgive. However, even if she had ever been wronged, Kari would be the sort to search for the good in everyone regardless. Or perhaps repress the pain and pretend it never happened.

Although she is kind and pure, Kari is not a stranger to hunting for her next meal (she is particularly fond of rats). She is an adept hunter, and always enjoys stalking her prey. This probably follows on from her playfulness, though, despite her urges, she tries to end her hunts mercifully instead of playing. Kari is timid when confronted with conflict, and tries to avoid such situations to the best of her ability - this usually means running away.

As Kari is a playful young lady with lots of curiosity her attention is easily taken away, and hard to keep.

• likes | Everyone, hunting, playing, exploring and the city.
• dislikes | getting wet when it is not her choice to, and dogs that try to kill her.
• goals | Learn things about humans, make some friends.
• fears | Death.
• strengths | Patient, caring, good hunter.
• weaknesses | Young, naïve and far too trusting.

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Kari is a medium sized American Longhair – she is a well built and fairly muscular specimen. Her face is not as short as some of her breed, and is aesthetically proportioned – with a fairly wide forehead, creating a roughly triangular shape.

Kari’s coat is adept at keeping out the cold in the winter seasons; it grows thick and full for the cool seasons – she is a longhaired breed, though the coat is not as long and thick as some other longhaired breeds, and sheds out to a lighter summer coat in the warmer months. Kari has a rich, fluffy tail, all year round. She has enchanting, large emerald eyes that seem to be framed in black, creating a nice centre of interest.

She has white decorating her lower body and around her mouth, petering off to a point at her forehead. Her legs are all white and so it the majority of her fluffy tail. The rest of her coat is tri-coloured; consisting of blacks with splotches of orange on white, the colours creating a jacket over her white – the pattern goes half of the way down her tail, though only on the top of it, leaving most of her plumage white. Her two ears are different colours, one being orange and the other being black, though most of the colour on her head and face is black. There is some slight ticking in the oranges around her face, but not to a huge extent and the colours appear solid and pure for the most part.

• height | 40cm ish at shoulder
• weight | Around 5kg
• fur colour | Calico and white
• eye colour | Green
• noticeable features | Her green eyes, and her two ears being different colours.

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Kair’s parents had been pets, their owner having acquired the two while they were still quite young. Her parents lived in mutual acceptance of each other, barely anything more. Their human didn’t come home one day, and for many, many days after that. Soon, it turned into weeks. Kari’s father was the one who found a way out, and her mother, having a rather timid personality, stuck with him.

Her parents had both enjoyed the company of people, and so it was not something they celebrated when they realised they were gone for good. Although not necessarily out of love, the two had a litter in the coming years. Kari’s mother became depressed after the litter for no particular reason. Though, Kari herself doesn’t know any of the details – her parents didn’t really tell her much, only that they had once been pets.

Kari had been part of a decent sized litter, but she can’t say for sure if she remembers having brothers and sisters… or not. If she did have siblings, they were never around. It’s hard for Kari to even remember much about what her father was like, though her mother had always seemed distant and sad from what she can remember.

Kari doesn’t really know much about her past; her mother and father left her as soon as she began eating solids. That is the only real thing she can remember, the rest is a big blank. But Kari knew her parents had loved her with all their hearts - however much - or little - that was.

• season born | Spring
• place of birth | Unknown
• memorable events | Parents leaving Kari to her own development

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