Hroovitnir pack history:

Timeline:

11 years ago - Hroovitnir, Vili, and Ve are born
9 years ago - Hroovitnir leads a raid and claims Anglea
7.5 years ago - Hroovitnir founds his pack
7 years ago - Hati, Loki, and Thor are born
6.5 years ago - Litter 5 is born
Litter 7 is born
6 years ago - Baldur, Hoder, and Weth are born
Senna dies giving birth to crippled Tyr
Tyr is fostered with Baldur, Hodr, and Weth
5.5 years ago - Litter 6 is born
Freyja and Freyr are born
5 year ago - Akemi, Fenrir, and Skoll are born
4 years ago - Vili is declared heir
Hati kills Hroovitnir in a fight
Hati and Loki leave the pack
Vili makes Anglea is new primary wife
Anglea gives birth to a litter

Eleven years ago, the world trembled at the birth of Hróðvitnir Wodinsson. A large black brute, he was born in a litter of four with his brothers, Vili and Ve, and a sister, Eir who was weak and sickly and didn't survive past puppyhood. As he grew older, Hroovitnir was dissatisfied with the way his father ran his pack. Hroovitnir believed in control, in absolute power for the alpha - his father's pack was far more interested in diplomacy.



When he was just under two years old, Hroovitnir led his brothers on a raid on a peaceful neighboring pack. The three decimated the other pack, killing it's elderly alpha and several of the younger males. As they retreated from the pack land, Hroovitnir stumbled across a litter of older pups cowering in the shelter of a bush. Three males and their lovely sister. Hroovitnir saw possibilities in the young female, and with surprising gentleness plucked the pup from beneath the bush and bore her away. As he did he quietly gave Vili and Ve a command: kill the other pups. As soon as Hroovitnir had bore the young Anglea out of sight and hearing of the pack lands, the brothers obeyed.



Upon their return with the stolen pup, they did not find the accolades they were expecting. Instead they were shunned and told to leave the pack for their crimes. When told the pack would be returning his young prize to her home pack, Hroovitnir laughed in their faces and told them they could take her back over his dead body. A melee ensued, the three war-like brothers fighting for their lives against their pack elders. Had the pack more experience in fighting, Hroovitnir may have fallen right then and the story would have never gone any further. But the pack had seen very little battle over the years, and young as they were the three brothers had trained and fought far beyond what even the most experienced of their packmembers had. The battle was over in a few simple minutes, and it was found that in the confusion Hroovitnir had killed Wodin, his father.



Hroovitnir had no interest in claiming the pack, full of cowards and weaklings as it was. No, he had far grander dreams. Taking Anglea and his two brothers, he set off to find his own territory, create his own pack. The search was long, but Hroovitnir had plenty to keep his attention in the form of shaping the young female into the perfect mate, controlling every aspect of her life and instilling in her a worshipful attitude toward him.



His pack was founded just shy of his fourth year in blood and death, the brothers wiping out a small pack who had residence of the territory Hroovitnir coveted. It was not long later that Anglea - now the foremost of several wives instead of his only - became pregnant with his first children. To Hroovitnir's great pride, she gave birth to three healthy young males. In the tradition of his family - traditions that had twisted and warped in his mind until they were his and his alone - he named the three after the gods of his ancestors: Hati the eldest, Loki the smaller middle child, and Thor the last-born who took after his golden mother in coloration. He immediately fixated on the eldest as the one he would shape into his successor, the pup that looked and acted most like him. If he could shape this child into a younger version of himself, he reasoned, would he not be living on after his eventual death?



The boy proved to have a frustrating stubbornness, too much like his father after all, and the two were constantly at odds, but Hroovitnir was obsessed with the idea of molding the child in his image and was constantly hounding him, constantly abusing him to try to break the boy to his will. The younger boys he sought to control as well though to a lesser extent - he didn't want them to succeed him, but he needed everything his way so the wayward nature of children frustrated and infuriated him to no end. He demanded instant obedience from them all, punishing the slightest infraction with violence. He encouraged their fighting and bickering, wanting them to have the warlike aspects that had made him great, but any hint of rebellion toward him was put down hard.



No one was allowed to leave the pack - once when Loki tried to run away he was brought back, and systematically and publicly beaten until the smart-mouthed whelp could do nothing more than curl up in a quivering ball and wail in pain... all as a very public example of what would happen to runaways. Another wolf - a female stolen in a raid to become another of his wives, was killed when she tried to escape. Hroovitnir was ruthless in his control of the pack.



Anyone caught giving comfort to a wolf in disgrace was similarly punished. Even a mother comforting one of her children after they were punished would share in their punishment - Hroovitnir considered it to be questioning his authority.



The younger males of the pack were expected to be fighters. By the age of one they were expected to be capable of participating in raids and battles against neighboring packs, by the age of two to be planning and leading their own. Any form of weakness, including kindness and a gentle nature, was treated with contempt and disgust. Kindness, healing, gentleness... those were the venue of women, not men, and he made that very clear to his boys. Especially, anyone caught being kind to Tyr, the crippled disgrace of a child, was punished and - worse for some - made to watch while Tyr himself was beaten. For Loki, his own punishment was sometimes worth it to get Tyr punished simply by being nice to him.



As for the females he'd sired, he had little interest in them. The more war-like of his daughters received a cursory sort of approval, a sort of a pat-on-the-head-"that's-my-girl" approval, but only because they were likely to produce war-like grandchildren for him. Mostly they were ignored. The few who exhibited rebellion of their own were put in their place just as hard as the boys, but they were otherwise allowed much more freedom than the boys.



Children out of his lesser wives were of less interest to Hroovitnir than the pups of his primary line.  He allowed a bit more laxness with the naming conventions for his lesser sons, expected less from them - they were still expected to follow his rules to the letter and to train for battle, but they were not expected to be leaders as he demanded from Anglea's sons. To him, the sons of his secondary wives were nothing more than soldiers, pawns for his primary line to use to establish their dominance in the land. If they showed ambition and initiative, Hroovitnir was more likely to keep an eye on them in interest, but he by no means expected it.



Vili's children were considered lesser even than that. Expected to give precedent to Hroovitnir's children in everything in addition to following all Hroovitnir's other rules, they had no real opportunities for advancement in the pack. Vilisons would never lead sorties against the pack's many enemies, they would never plan a raid. Footsoldiers and cannon fodder was all Hroovitnir thought of them as, and Vili - who considered his children nothing more than a nuisance anyway - backed him up completely.



Anglea as his first wife supported him completely in all of this, believing as she did that everything he did was his to do by divine right. She was weak and worshipful of him, and though she deferred to him and his brothers in everything, she was queen and showed it with the other females of the pack. She controlled his wives and the wives of his brother Vili with an iron fist, enforcing his edicts among the women. If one of the other mothers tried to protect or comfort their children out of earshot of Hroovitnir, she would fly into a screaming rage. Not a fighter, for she had a delicate disposition and no interest in risking her appearance, she would use hysterics and drama to get her way... plus she had the added threat of Hroovitnir, Vili, and Ve to back her up.



Not long before the first litter would have turned three years old, Hroovitnir declared he'd be officially choosing his heir and successor. It was expected that Hati would be chosen, assumed even since he'd been groomed for it from birth. But Hroovitnir had never been able to fully control his eldest son and - rightly - did not trust him with the rank. Instead he bestowed the rank and the power it conferred onto someone he did trust to be completely obedient to him, even if he wasn't a good leader - his brother Vili. He taunted Hati with it, claiming that for all his faults Vili was by far a better leader than Hati would ever be. Infuriated, Hati challenged him. They fought viciously, but in the end Hati triumphed and killed his monster of a father. Of course Vili had just been declared official heir of the pack, so despite the challenge, it was Vili and not Hati that became the alpha with the death of Hroovitnir.



Rather than proceed to challenge Vili and take over the pack, Hati chose to use Hroovitnir's death as the opportunity to escape a life he'd always hated. Loki had disappeared the moment Hroovitnir fell - no surprise there. Fast forward a couple years, Loki and Hati have both settled into life in a new land, Alacritis, and are surprised to find that many of their siblings have also made their way there. Crazy shenanigans have ensued for all of them - Skoll, Thor, and Baldur returned to their pack to find their brother Hodr dead and out of spite and fury stole a young litter of pups... supposedly Vili's first litter with Anglea born early, but in truth Hroovitnir's last legacy. Hodr is avenged in the winter of Year 5 when Hati, driven mad by the loss of his best friend, his nephew, and his brother Baldur all at once, finds himself returning to his homeland where he was ambushed and killed both Vili and Ve before returning to Alacratia.

Adoptables are in red
Deceased are struck through

Hróðvitnir x Anglea
(Litter 1)
7 years old

Hati, Loki, Thor

Hróðvitnir x Anglea
(Litter 2)
6 years old

Baldur, Hodr, Weth

Hróðvitnir x Anglea
(Litter 3)
5 year old

Akemi, Skaði, Sköll

Hróðvitnir x Senna
(Litter 4)
6 years old

Tyr

Hróðvitnir x Keina
(Shani's sister)
(Litter 5)
6.5 years old

Unnamed, Unnamed

Hróðvitnir x Keina
(Litter 6)
5.5 years old

Védís, Unnamed, Unnamed, Unnamed

Hróðvitnir x Shani
(Keina's sister)
(Litter 7)
6.5 years old

Unnamed,Unnamed,Unnamed

Hróðvitnir x Shani
(Litter 8)
5.5 years old

Freyja, Freyr

More to come...

Important NPC family members and their personalities

Hróðvitnir (deceased) Pure black with gold eyes. A controlling, abusive man, he was a brilliant tactician and warrior who was obsessed with founding a strong pack that would become an empire, spreading his legend and traditions to the four corners of the world

Vili (deceased) Black with white socks, blue eyes. Current leader of the pack. Hroovitnir's younger littermate. Hroovitnir's bruiser, Vili is a big, vicious fighter with no morals. Completely loyal to his brother and would obey him in anything. He is not a good leader, being tempermental, uncharismatic, and having very little in the way of tactical ability. He is the kind of guy you can point at something and just let go, and watch him destroy it, but ask him to come up with a plan and he's at a loss. When he gets angry, this big guy's voice starts to climb the scale, shriller and squeakier the more frustrated he gets.

Ve (deceased) Pure white except for the black mottling his jaw like a spray of old blood, one light blue eye and one red eye. The youngest littermate of Hroovitnir and Vili. He was always the last in line of the three of them. Smaller, weaker, and a bit squirrely, he is a giggling psychopath who will gleefully participate in slaughter and torture and any other depraved activity. Don't ever ask him to lead a group, for he is just as likely to delight in seeing his own team die horrible deaths as he would be seeing the enemy that way. He is nonetheless absolutely, completely loyal to his brothers, willing to die for them, to kill for them, and - more difficult for him - to not kill if they tell him that someone is to be left alone... which is the only reason he hasn't killed any pack members.

Anglea Golden brown with pale serpentine markings under her eyes and reddish-brown ticking on her back, green eyes. Hroovitnir's first and primary wife. Later Vili's primary wife. Anglea is a delicate, silly girl, fluttering around with her high, soft voice and her feminine giggles like a butterfly. She rarely has a thought in her head past her appearance and pleasing her husband. She would do anything for Hroovitnir, worshipping him like a god. Anyone breaking his rules or speaking against him, even a hint of it is likely to send her into a fit of vapors, or a screaming rage depending on whether Hroovitnir is around. When he is, she is all smiles and loving wife - when he's not she's a catty bitch. She dislikes children, bearing them only because her husband wants her to. She has as little to do with them as possible after they're born, and as soon as they're weaned she wants nothing to do with them at all. As adults she will treat them the way she would any other wolf in the pack - the males as pawns to manipulate and use, the females as rivals. She is a highly prudish creature, hating any lewd behavior in the pack - though she'll act the courtesan for Hroovitnir readily enough, any displays of sexuality from other members of the pack, especially her children, horrifies her. Despite her air-headed and flighty nature, she is very ambitious. Not content simply to be queen of her little pack, she wants to be empress of the world, and so supported Hroovitnir in that completely - though she didn't have his long view of it, subtly pushing for a more immediate empire.

Please note:

Although things may have been frowned on in the pack - like gentleness in males, disobedience, sexuality, being nice to the omega, etc - that does not mean I'm against characters' personalities and personal histories reflecting those values. They add variety and richness to the family history (also yay dramas!) and are more than welcomed... as long as you keep in mind that there would have been some IC consequences for it. Like say Thor wanted to be kind to Tyr... he could do it for sure, but if he got caught there would be consequences. Luckily their territory was pretty large and there were few adults to really enforce the rules, and they couldn't be everywhere at once!

After Hroovitnir was killed, things in the pack had gotten very bad. Vili was a bad leader and without Hroovitnir around to keep them in line the Vilisons got bold and began to act the part of bullies. Pups starved because it was every-man-for-themselves, no one worked together, and if you didn't or couldn't hunt you didn't get a share of the profits when someone did hunt. So if your wolf stuck around that long they were probably in pretty rough shape by the time Hati got around to dispersing what was left of the pack.

allowable colors for new characters in the main family:

• Black
• white
• browns (tans, gold-brown, red-brown, red-gold, earth-brown, cream)
• various combinations of the above
• No albinos, no unnatural colors (so no blues, purples, etc), melanism is very unlikely - half-siblings or cousins may exhibit these colors within reason

Allowable eye colors for main family:

• gold (various shades of, including gold-brown and yellow)
• blue (various shades from dark to light)
• greens
• reds (various shades from bright red to pinkish)
• occasional bicolor eyes
• half-siblings may have more diverse eye colors

I reserve the right to deny applications for any reason. I don't care if you're the only one who applied, it does NOT mean you get the character. Any harassment toward me or Lunar or complaining about the length of time for the adoption will result in your application being denied outright. If you already have one of my characters and you are not active with them, EXPECT YOUR APPLICATION TO BE DENIED.

Any post that has been a WIP for more than a week will be deleted, period.

I reserve the right to take these adopts back at any point for readoption if they are not being posted with regularly, or if they are at any point set inactive, regardless of whether any of the other family are active. These characters do not revolve around each other and so if you cannot find plots or interest in them, that's on you. This is your warning.

Code:

Name: (pups from Hroovitnir x Anglea must have norse names, other wives' can have other names if desired)
Litter:
Age:
Appearance: (at least site minimum)
Personality: (at least site minimum)
History: (from puphood to now, what have they been up to? Did they leave the pack before it was dissolved? If so, when? What happened after? General overview so I can tell you understand the history.)
RP Sample: (200 words)

Name: Védís Hróðvitnisdottir
Litter: 6
Age: 5.5 years

Appearance: Unsurprisingly, Védís has inherited Hróðvitnir’s signature black coat; but she also has taken on a large swath of white color, which starts at her snout, swooping down her chest, coloring much of her underbelly and limbs with a crisp ivory color. The contrast is quite striking. Even more so, patches of vivid red adorn her pelt, from the red color that surrounds her eyes to the socks that cover her front paws, and finally the uneven splotchy pattern that dapples her hind limbs.  Finally, her eyes are different colors - her left eye is a vibrant blue, while her left is a crisp gold. Aside from her coloration, she is above average in size and stature.  She stands at an unusual 42” tall, though her build is average, neither remarkably muscular nor overly gaunt.

Personality: If Védís Hróðvitnisdottir is anything, it is dutiful. She is loyal to the Hroovy family, probably to a fault, and she will do anything for anyone related to her by blood, no matter the cost and no matter the type of personal relationship she has with them. These values have been instilled in her, and to her superiors she will submit without question; she never disobeyed her father, both fearing the consequences and respecting his place above her and the rest of the pack.

As for morals, hers tend to be slightly skewed.. likely due to her father’s harsh way of raising his children and ruling over his pack. Védís understands that if one wants something, they must take it by force; luckily, there is little that she herself aspires for. She is unafraid to fight, and has no qualms against defending herself or those she is loyal to, but she does not live to fight and harming others is not particularly enjoyable to her.

Having not been paid much attention to her by her father, she tends to have issues with males in general; whether it be distrust, or simply not feeling comfortable around them. She is much more comfortable around women, and tends to gravitate toward them in most situations.

Despite her upbringing, and the importance placed upon self-preservation, she has a motherly streak that is difficult for her to ignore. Védís has a natural inclination towards helping others, despite this quality being stifled in her as a child. Because of this, she tends towards the more “tough love” kind of care. These qualities have come out since leaving her home pack behind, not long after her father’s death.

History: Védís lived a relatively simple life until her father’s death. Though she didn’t necessarily worship him as some of the others had, she respected him deeply and rarely disobeyed him, if ever. She was a dutiful child, content to blend in amongst her siblings, not standing out but not showing great prowess either. When her father died, she spent another year or so in the pack before leaving to find her family. She's spent about three years mostly alone now, making her way to Alacritia and maturing quite a bit along the way.

RP Sample: The silence was deafening. Each step was precise as her left paws moved first, and then her right, in quick synchronization. Védís Hróðvitnisdottir didn’t know where she was going, but she had a goal in mind - to find her siblings that had left the pack long ago. Things had changed significantly since her father’s death, and since Hati and Loki had initially taken their leave. It seemed more and more wolves left by the season, until it hardly felt like home at all. With that she had left, for once not looking back, determined to reunite with at least one of her siblings.

The tall woman’s gait was tense as she moved through the underbrush, weaving expertly through the trees. The land was dark, illuminated solely by the pale moon overhead, and she snuffed loudly she bowed her head to the ground and tested the scents in the crisp air. Védís had sworn she’d caught a hint of a familiar scent a few miles back, but as soon as she’d gotten onto its trail she had lost it again.

Her white and black tail twitched absently as she moved, her gold and blue eyes searching her surroundings fervently. Something in her gut told her she was on to something, and so stubbornly she would continue onward, oblivious to the ache that was beginning to settle in her limbs and the hunger gnawing at her belly.

Other: Will purchase the extra height for her if I get her :)

Nyx - looks good to go to me! Vedis is yours!