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Geirrtonn

Name meaning:Spear Tooth
Rank: Konungr (aka alpha)
Mate:None
Pups:None
Nickname:Geir
Personality: Geir is generally cool and laid back, though it is hard to anger him with words if you
 threaten his pack he will bare his fangs and if needed fight you. Geir never backs down from a
fight presented to him, no matter how far the odds are from his favor. Geir loves warfare and
battle. In the heat of battle he is another wolf entirely, he is a blood thirsty fiend. Geir never
deals out a threat he is unwilling to do. He can be quite the diplomat when he wants to be.
Story: Geir has always been a warrior. It was said he was born in the heat of battle. His mother
 and father were in the fallen pack known to be the Bjorn Munr pack. It was the pack's final
battle that Geir was born in, the battle with the Farbjodr Valdyrs. The Bjorn fought with to the
 bitter end, not one ran from their enemies. The Bjorn wolves knew not the word surrender, for
 they never sued it, in asking or doing. They took no prisoners and showed no mercy to their
enemies. The Farbjodr had not these principles, but they had numbers on their side. The Bjorn
 left the Farbjodr pack crippled after their battle, only having a tenth of the wolves they had at
 the start, but none the less they won. The battle lasted for days until Geir's parents were the
 only wolves remaining on the side of the Bjorn, his mother was struck, within a inch of her life.
 She knew she was going to die in that moment, but that did not mean that she could not try to
 save the young growing in her womb. His father had to rip her open to save his litter, though
only Geir survived the process. His father hid the pup, his chance for life was slim to none without
 his mother to nurse him, but it was better then none. He father then attacked once more the
Farbjodr and led them away from Geir. Geir then was found by an old she wolf named Visskona.
 She nursed Geir until he was old enough to eat meat, and she taught him all she knew in the
 art of battle. By the time that Geir had become a year old the Visskona had passed on. Geir was
 again on his own. It was then that the harsh lands of the North forged him into the fearless
warrior he is now. He grew into a powerful hunter as well, and never having to share he grew of
 massive size. The humans thought he was not natural. They thought he was part of Fenrir's
 prodigy. Many warriors and hunters sought him out, they wanted his hide to boast in their dens
of stone and wood. Geir fought them of each time. Soon the humans changed their pursuit, rather
 then try to slay him they tried to capture him. He fought them off countless times but eventually
 was subdued. They carried him in a iron cage, and only let him out in secluded areas. They tried
 keeping him in with their dogs once, but the next day found nothing but the bodies of the hounds
 beside the brute. Months later a war broke out, and they released Geir when the battle seemed
lost. Though he did not know it he turned the battle in the favor of his captors by ripping through
 the ranks of their enemies. After he tore through dozens of their warriors no man dared to stand
 in his way as he bounded away, back into the forest. It was then that he decided upon starting
a pack of his own. No longer did he wish to be alone. So he founded the pack and called it Vaskr
Valdyrs, for his pack would be built upon wolves like him, brave wolves, strong wolves.
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This is the alpha type character in a new RP that I am starting. The pack is called the Vaskr
Valdyrs. It means Brave Wolves in old norse. If anyone is interested in joining then you can sign
 up on the site, http://vaskrvaldyrs.webs.com currently I do not have the group made in feralheart
 but I will soon. Right now Im focused on writing more lore on the pack it's self.
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Ghost

Appearance:Ghost has a snow white pelt and seems to be a living mound of snow. This is good
considering he lives where is snows all year round. He has blood red eyes that tell tales of caution.
 Ghost is a wolf pup at the moment. He was the runt of his litter.

Personality:Ghost is the quiet type. He never growls, snarls, or really shows any sign of aggression.
 If you do however manage to anger him he will lunge at you without warning. Depending on how
much you anger him depends on how much he will try to hurt you. Though he knows how to talk he
 does unless he has to. He prefers to show you things with actions. Ghost loves the snow, in the
 harsh land in which he has always lived alone in it has been his ally, as well as his enemy. To keep
 warm Ghost buries himself in the snow, as odd as it may sound it works. The snow around him acts
 like an igloo and traps his body heat inside it's walls.

Story: Ghost is the runt of his little and a albino pup. His siblings were all grey, black, and brown but
 not Ghost, he was pure white. His siblings had beautiful eyes that you could fall into, but not Ghost,
 Ghost has deep blood red eyes that tell of caution, and of warning.  His mother and father abandoned
 him after he was old enough to see, and to walk. They left him on his own and he has been on his
own ever since. He barley survived until he could hunt for himself by scavenging. Back then he was
always hungry, always on the brink of death. One day though he saw another wolf fall into a trap, this
 clicked something in his head. Though some might say his way of hunting is odd, this does not matter
to Ghost, his way of hunting is what works. What he does is he hides under the snow next to a patch
of vegetation that he knows small prey eats and he waits. Some times for hours, but the moment he
see's something small enough for him to kill he lunged for it. Ghost never stays in one place for long,
he is always traveling. He does not leave deep tracks in the snow, due to his weight, and he knows
how to hide the light one he make if needed by dragging his tail along the snow. He often will hang
around a pack's den, but he is rarely noticed in his little mound. He does not leave a very strong scent,
 and once he is buried in the snow his scent is trapped under it. Ghost does not seek conversations,
 and they rarely come to him so when he does talk to others he can be quite strange, though most of
 the time he does mean well and try, but he simply does not know how to interact.
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Hey people, I'm here again with another one of my charies. This time though he is a pup. Feedback
is of course welcomed. I hope you guys like him ^_^ I got the inspiration from Game of Thrones, as
well as the name. If you havn't watched it I would recommend it, however just a fair warning the show
is rather violent and has nudity, so for all you kiddos out there, or peeps that just don't like that type of
 show, stay away.
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Shrik

Name:Sharvic
Nickname:Shrik
Rank:N/A
Pack:None
Mate:None
Pups:None
Breed:Mutt
Age:5 years
Personality: Shrik is a very laid back mutt, he is also very cunning. He never will attack you head
on, not unless it's part of a larger plot. Though he is a small dog, that does not make him any less
powerful, or deadly. He rarely approaches strangers however if he is called out he is not one to run
 from a fight. Once you get to know him though he can be a kind, and caring dog.
Story: Shrik was born on the cold harsh streets of human society. If surviving as a street dog wasn't
 hard enough he was also the runt of his litter. His litter-mates always tormented him, they stole his
food, and gave him many scars. Shrik endured this for most of his pup-hood, until one day when he
finally lost his temper. He lunged out at one of his antagonists and killed him. He remembers ever
night there after standing there, with his brother's body at his feet and his blood dripping from him
 muzzle. His pack then shunned him from it. He learned the ins and outs of of street life. He learned
 which stores to go to for easy meals, and which ones to stay away from. Not yet though had his
 cunning developed, for he hadn't need of it. He did not quite understand which cars to stay away
 from, and as such he did not yet know to stay away from dog catcher's cars. He learned the hard
way, and was thrown into the pound. Though he had learned his lesson of the cars, it had been too
late. Unlike so many others in the pound that had been taken away he was not taken to be put down,
or given to loving hands. No, he was given to a group of men specializing in the trade of fight dogs.
Shrik was a medium sized dog, and was scrawny as could be but they saw a dog that might be of
some entertainment, but most of all they saw his cheap price. So he was taken by these men, and
 put in what they called the pit. Shrik was rather confused at first, he did not understand what he
was to do in this "pit" all that was there was him, and another dog. The other dog looked to be about
Shrik's size, but he was obviously much more built then he was. The dog lunged at Shrik the moment
the gate had closed behind him. Shrik was shocked, but instinct took over and he dodged the other
dog's attack. Unlike the other dog Shrik waited patiently, dodging his antagonist's attacks and deciding
 upon what to do. After a while the other dog grew furious, his attacks became sloppy and misplaced in
 his utter rage. That was when Shrik finally struck him, the brute was shocked, so many times before
had he lunged at the dog and so many time before he hadn't the slightest hint of wanting to fight back,
 yet now he
 felt Shrik's jaws around his throat. Shrik threw down the corpse and looked around at the cheering
 and wooting humans, he now knew what his purpose was here. He may not have liked it but he was
 to send many more dog's like this to their graves. For four more years he thrived in the pits, he had
grown into a dog to be feared. He had a well built figure, despite his small size, and he was quick on
his feet. He also had also learned to use cunning just as much as fervor, few dog's that had fought him
ever learned to tell the tale. His body became littered in scars, and his his head as well. Eventually though
 the dog fighting club was shut down, and the dogs taken away. Shrik however was not willing to come
once he had been taken from his kennel, he had lost his faith in humans. He snarled at them and darted
off, back into the streets. He continued to travel in them for a while, until he found what looked to him like
a park. However this place was no park, this was the great unknown, it was a forest. Shrik eagerly ran into
 it. His world was redefined that day, he no longer was in a place of simplicity. Now he was in a even
harsher world then he had left. He learned to be more weary then he had been, he also learned how to
hunt. The forest polished his figure, he no longer looked simply like a dog built for nothing other then
fighting, he had the look of a dog built for survival. He learned of wolves, and what their roles were in the
forest. He learned they were creatures to be weary of and to submit rather then bare teeth at. Though he
 had fought and won many battles with wolves in the pits he was not eager to fight with them again, for
these wolves did not fight alone. He saw them as they hunted and he knew that attacking one would result
 in similar consequence. So he left the creatures alone, to do as they wished. And since then he had been
 on his own, no longer the creature we know as a dog. Maybe in breed, maybe in body, but he acts far
more like a wolf then any dog we know today.
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Jarok

   The Karak, a vile pack where few wolves survive. The Karak begin their training at six moons.
These pups are given nothing but scraps from their elders, and as such they have to learn to feed themselves.
 However being of their size there is little they are large enough to hunt, so they either starve or resort to more
 grotesque methods. Those methods I speak of are cannibalism. Not one shred of meat passes by these pups,
 wolf flesh or otherwise. After a year of this they are usually old enough to hunt for themselves, by this time
their real training begins. The elders see to it that those that had survived are strong. To do this they put these
 wolves' bodies to their limits. A few that show promise are then taught basic battle tactics. After a year and a
half of this they are put into the battlefield. The Karak is almost always in a war. Their howls strike fear into
the hearts of their enemies, at least those that know of them. For those that do know of the Karak know of
 their fighting style, ripping gnashing, the Karak care not for honor, they only care for the thrill of war. Their
howls do not sound of a average wolf, they sound more of a growl echoing in the winds, warning all who
hear of it of the Karak's coming.
  Jarok was one of these pups, however he unlike most of the other pups, did not have a taste for wolf
flesh, yet still as a pup he learned to eat it. He grew with the training of the Karak as all other pups did.
 He was given the title Morohtar, which in the Karak was a great honor. The Morohtar was a title only
given to few wolves in the Karak. They were the alpha's chosen warriors. They took their orders directly
from the alpha, and acted as his fangs and claws in battle.
  Jarok is a large wolf, he towers over most other wolves. He has a jet black pelt that seems to be
woven of shadows. His body is littered with scars from battles. His eyes are like round sapphires. He
scents of blood, no mater how many times he is washed the scent lingers. The smell haunts his steps,
 as if all the beings he had slain refused to give him rest.
  After his ,sixth year in this world he decided to leave the Karak. Despite all he had earned among them
 it was no longer enough to bind him. He felt as if something was missing, something that warfare could
no longer replace. So he set off on his own, to find this thing his soul yearned for so desperate. Ever since
he has been traversing the plains, searching for something, yet never knowing what it was that he searched
 for.
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Vaskr

Name:Vaskr
Name Meaning:Brave
Mate: He's a cub...
Crush:None... yet.
Cubs:Look up at the picture, think about that question

Personality: Vaskr is a head strong cub, and never will back down from a
 fight. He is very mischievous, he tried to be nice though. Well, most of the
 time at least, he does love the occasional prank. He loves to chase small
things, and to play. He has few friends he can truely say that he loves like
 family, and no family of his own. Those that do worm their way into this
cub's heart though he would fight for to the death if needed. He has learned
 to fight, be it not well in general terms, but good for his age.

Story: Vaskr has been a loner for almost all of his life. He barely remembers
 his mother. The one thing he has never forgotten of her was gazing into
her lifeless eyes, he did not understand at the time what had happened but
 she had died. He soon was shunned from his pride, for a new male had
taken the position of leader. He was just old enough to be weened off milk
 at the time. He later found that the reason his mother had died was because
 of her utter refusal to give him up to her new king. The other lionesses,
which Vaskr had hated for shunning him, he found to be not worthy of the
hatred he had bestowed on him. He had at one time thought they were simply
 cruel, but after he had found out about how his mother was killed he soon
 redirected this hate. He does not remember her face any more, but he does
 remember the feelings he had for her, his mother had been the only creature
 that he truly loved. Though he has never forgotten about what happened,
 he has cast that past behind him. He left the territory of the pride lands for
 good, to seek out his own future. He learned how to hunt, be it only small
game that most lions would pass up, and how to scavenge. He also learned
what signs to watch for when looking for a meal. He learned to defend himself
against some of the smaller creatures that would pick a fight with him. He
tries to stay away from fights, but if one does venture to him he does not
 run, even if the fight would mean his demise. He has forgone his search
for a pride, as it has proven fruitless up to this point. He had joined a few,
 but left them soon after. They treated him as wolves would a omega, and
 Vaskr refused to tolerate it. He had no ties to the prides, and had less food
 most times then he would on his own. The only redeeming feature would have
 been protection, and if they had not been worse then what had stalked him in
 the woods he would have stayed due to it. But as they did not he did not stay,
 instead he set off to live on his own. He has decided that if he does join a pride,
 that it would be one that he is welcomed into, and not one that he asks to be
let into.
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As I was looking through the other characters I had posted I realized
something, they were all wolves. And since I do not want to leave out
any of my other characters (they get jealous...) I've
 decided to add Vaskr, one of my cutest, and evilest cubs.

[PrettyReckless]

Woah, this is really thought through. I love how you've added your characters and actually written a full on bio about them. I really like Jarok, as he seems rather dark and.. Yea. Reminds me of the type of RP'ing I got into when I met Famine (my boy.) - He always used to RP cannibalistic characters and still do.

How'd you come up with the story and such about these characters? ^_^ -Eager to know-

[Larka13]

HOLY CRAP ME GUSTA. O.o

[Hunt]

Woah, this is really thought through. I love how you've added your characters and actually written a full on bio about them. I really like Jarok, as he seems rather dark and.. Yea. Reminds me of the type of RP'ing I got into when I met Famine (my boy.) - He always used to RP cannibalistic characters and still do.

How'd you come up with the story and such about these characters? ^_^ -Eager to know-

Well around the time that i created Jarok I had just left a group called Red Ra{V}age (or somthing like that, might have fuged the name.) and they were a canabalistic group, so that's where I got the cannibalism from. I also had seen 300 a few times, so I thought some about spartan lore, and how they trained their warriors. The combination, as well as a bit of imagination on my part, resulted in Jarok.

When I was making Shrik my class was reading Jack London's call of the wild, and that's where I dot the dog fighting, and the transition from dog to wolf idea. I also thought to this one old movie called Lady and the Tramp, for the dog pound, and for the dog's begging from food from the store owners.

Ghost wads based off of Jon Snow's dire wolf in the Game of Thrones. IN the book he was desccribed as different from his litter-mates by being stealthier. He had a white pelt, (which in the north helped with camouflage) and never snarled, he might show his fangs, but he would never snarl. So I thought that sounded like a fun character to play, however seeing as i really didn't want to play a pet I changed just a few things. And I made him a bit more Solitary then Ghost was in the book.

At the time when Geirrtonn came into this I was working on a pack called Vaskr Valdyrs (still am working on it) and I was making all the ranks,lore,locations, ect's names in old norse. And since all the names were norse I thought why not make his bio a bit more norse-like.  So I thought back to one of my favorite games Age of Mythology (which is a RTS). One of the playable factions were the norse, and they earned Favor from their gods through fighting. So I thought that I might as well make Geirrtonn's homeland a bit warlike too.

When I was making Vaskr I had decided that I wanted a cub with a bit of a bad background. At the tiem I had watched a few documentaries on lions, and how they would kill the old leader's prodigy. So thus resulting in why Vaskr's pride's new leader tried to kill him.

Thanks for reading you guys

[Larka13]

I love the way you thought those out, dude. Awesome.

[Hunt]

Thank you

[Hunt]

Doh I ran out of room >.< Did' know I couldn't post over 20,000 characters... lol didn't know I typed that much either

[FighterWolf399]

Good work

[Haruki]

I adore how you add a little cultural flare to each of your characters.
The old norse, the Karak, the Vaskyr Valdyrs. Interesting and different.

My favorite has to be Shrik. x3

[Hunt]

Thank you. I do try to make my characters unique, I mean what's the point in writing the same story you wrote a dozen times? Im glad you liked Shrik, he was one of my favorite characters as well, he and Jarok. Though the fact that I loved the RP I have Shrik in probably helped me like him so.