Profile of Aran: Quick Facts
Aran
Played By: LilyPop
Basic Info
Full Name: Aran Nathaniel [SURNAME UNKNOWN] (alias is Nate)
Subspecies: Eastern Timber Wolf
Sex: Male
Age: 2 (13/9/13)
Birthplace: ???
At a Glance
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Profile of Aran: Details
Appearance
Aran`s deep russet pelt is tinged with silver points, as are his elongated muzzle and petite paws. This, combined with his stocky frame, gives him a frankly awkward-looking gait which Aran - at least - believes is as good as any other wolf`s. Black spots and patches speckle Aran`s broad shoulders and spine all the way to the majority (and tip) of his tail. His eyes are striking, great amber orbs always looking for the wonder in the world bu t instead finding hate and loneliness. In late Winter, as bitter frost grips the Wilds, Aran for the most part blends in among the soaked rotting, undergrowth.
Personality
Aran cannot speak. He is still a traumatised pup inside. He is always scared - always terrified that they will come back for him. His life (and sickening puphood) as a Lone Wolf has taught him to trust nowolf and stay hidden in the shadows, all whilst maintaining his indifferent attitude, with undercurrents of involuntary respect for those who hold the scent of an Alpha. He hates this part of himself, hates Alphas. But he is stil a wolf, and he must comply to the dominance. The good. He is bad. The strong. He is weak. The loud. He is mute. Everything he cannot be, he must admire. And this he hates.
Biography
Aran remembers little of his puphood other than his given and middle names, "Aran Nathaniel." However, he remembers anger. A seething, boiling heart of rage for him. Always "Aran Nathaniel something." Never "Aran." Never "Nate."

And he remembers pain.

Why?

The pain of basic lessons, bones cracking as he learned to hunt and fight early, too early.

Because you are bad. Wrong.

The pain as he pretended, tried to come to terms with it.

I...I am bad.

I am wrong.

The pain as nowolf ever looked at him, ever smiled at him, except his sister, whose name he did not know.

She`s good, I`m bad. Bad.

The pain as he realised why on that cold Spring night, on his 6th moonday.

I am bad.

The pain when they chased him away.

Why am I wrong?

And the pain, as he howled to the moon, and cried on the border.

And they sat in front of him, his sister crying softly. Reaching out for him, and being sharply cuffed by Alpha.

I made him hurt her. I am bad.

The pain as he fled, fled to Lake Rodney at the ripe old age of 6 moons, to live alone. To mistrust Packs, to believe himself truly wrong. To survive on Lake Rodney, alone and silent. To nearly die, as Winter crept its way through the forest. To wait, to live through to Autumn, yet again on the brink of Winter, colder than ever before.

He is bad, as they told him over and over until it became his mantra, his everything. He is silent. He must not find a Pack.

He is alone, as a Pack animal must never be, always has been somehow. He is dying. He must find a Pack.
Relations
Unknown
Deceased

Sire
Dam
Female littermate
Pack History
-> = New Pack/Group/Class
- = New Rank Within a Pack

-> Unknown
-> Lone Wolf
-> The Sunspire
- TBA
-> Moonspear
- Kappa
-> Lone Wolf
Profile of Aran: Additional Information
Registered on September 13, 2015, last visited October 13, 2016, 11:45 AM
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Player Notes
Please, no gore. That is my only IC or OOC restriction, pretty much. I get nightmares, and I`m not kidding, so please be considerate - as I am still a human being. And apart from wolves fighting IC, a sensitive one. I cry a lot, for no reason. Sad things either make me sob for hours or stay awake all night. I`m basically screwed. So be nice...Please.
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