I'm gonna cry. I know I'm gonna cry xD; anywhoooo this is the litter of Cairo and Alice. The litter that was never seen by Cairo and the litter that was unspoken of in his later years. It has been decided that in Alice's final moments she told them of their lineage of their name and of who they really were. Inspired by the things they were removed from, due to Alice's haste to live her own life, Cairo's children--Vriel, Valerius, and Vaziel, (in order of birth) went to find their true father. Each now baring their Adravendi surname. They arrived on a part of Alacritis that was burned and tarnished (the volcanic eruption site) and found no traces except the subtlest hint here and there. So, they've now come to this new continent ready and willing to find their family. Vriel, being the eldest, tends to lead them as best as she can, and she decided they needed to find this lost bit of family. They are exceptionally close, these siblings, very very unbreakable. their loyalty to one another surmounts that to the rest of their blood by quite a long shot. None of them have ever been wedded and have no children. All of them are extremely monogamous. Their relationship with their mother would have been very strong, they also should yearn to at least know about their father. Other than that...personalities are very open. these are the /last/ of Cairo's babies.

Name: Valerius Adravendi

Age: 6 years

Birth: Summer

Personality: 300 word minimum

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- More coming-

VALERIUS ADRAVENDI

AGE: 6 YEARS


PERSONALITY:

One of the first words one can use to describe Valerius is good. He?s friendly to most that he meets, trusting, and warm. Loyalty with him seems to be easily bought. On the surface he seems relatively simple, but a fierce drive of ambition surges him forward in life. He wants to have his own pack some-day. His own home, a safe-haven. As a leader, he is amicable. Quick to make resolutions and keep the peace, he isn?t particularly fond of conflict, but that shouldn?t be mistaken as an un-willingness to fight. He has a strong desire to find out who is father is, and more about his past. He?s always questioning it, and recalling everything his mother once told him about his father?s world.

Fear isn?t an emotion he?s very familiar with, that doesn?t mean he doesn?t have fears, but he?s not the type to climb up a tree because he?s terrified of a mouse. He fights through fear, compartmentalizing it, shutting it down to do what has to be done. He?s the epitome of a perfect solider, and the chivalrous male. Innocent to heart-break, he has never felt the warm surge of love for another though he yearns for it. He often wonders if he?ll ever live up to the expectations that others have for him, and he tries giving everything his all. He as a clear sense of right and wrong, and is quick to do what is right. However, he sees the world in black and white, and when situations seem to be a shade of grey, he can become confused, and unsure of what he should do. This is possibly his fatal flaw, rather than making a decision he freezes, weighing both sides against each other instead of just following his instincts and doing what feels right in his heart.

He doesn?t dwell on things, and often lets his more pragmatic side take over when it comes to getting jobs done. He?s driven, ambitious. He?ll always strive to be the best, but that doesn?t mean that he?s willing to run over others to get what he wants. Ultimately, he?s a good guy, a conflicted creature sometimes, always questioning life, but good none the less. He?s extroverted, willing to engage in conversation first with others, and always willing to go out of his comfort zone to speak with strangers.

His siblings, are his best friends. The loyalty he feels to them is unbreakable, they've been their his whole life. Without one of them, he wouldn't feel complete, and always goes to at least one of them asking their opinions on difficult decisions. They had left their mother as a unit, and as a unit they would find their father's lands and he would find out who the other half of his life.

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The cold winds buffeted his fur, ripping through the thick brown and tan colours, biting into his flesh. Winter was in full fledge here and though he had thus far seen very little of the lands he and his siblings were now in, he was impressed. The land, even in the dead of winter was teeming with life, a good home. They had come here, not on a mission, but on a search of the heart to figure out who their father was. Alice, their mother had told them little about them, and they didn?t have much to go on other than a name. Cairo Adravendi, and the faint scent of wolves in the volcanic ash ridden land, and the trail that had led them to the wonderful lands before them.

He took a deep breath, glancing around with light blue eyes, looking at each of his siblings in turn, making sure they thus far were as secure in their mission as he felt. This was what they had to do. A itching sensation to run filled his stomach, and he stepped out away from his siblings, and propelled himself forward, his body cutting through the land ahead of his siblings, enjoying the feeling of the wind ripping in his face, the way his bodice cut so precisely through the land. He would never be able to explain the joy that simply running, and feeling his muscles contract and relax brought him, but it was sometimes one of the most relaxing things in the world. As he ran, he let his mind wander, to who he would meet, and what he would learn of his father.

He assumed his father still lived, and was eager to arrive in the lands that his father had procured for his pack. His mother had told them so little, but that little had been something that he clung to, the idea? so amazing. His eyes widened slightly as he came to the top of a hill, skidding to a halt, snow billowing and dusting up around him. Stopping here, he could look down, seeing more of the splendor of the lands before him, and a feeling of excitement rushed through him as his tail dusted the ground behind him, wagging quickly in excitement. They were so close, he could feel it.

As soon as I see what they all look like ill definitely want one:3

Name: Vaziel Adravendi

Age: 6 years

Birth: Summer

Personality: 300 word minimum

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Name: Vaziel Adravendi

Age: 6 years

Birth: Summer

Personality:
A daredevil, a charmer, a depressive, and a family man all wrapped up in one, Vaziel is a complicated man in many ways. He is like a diamond, with many facets and layers upon his personality. Deep beneath his skin lays a man suffering, clinging with an identity crisis that stems from having never known a great portion of his family, and a deep pain lingers from the loss of his mother. This leaves him insecure, a house with a shaky foundation, a man who struggles with mental illness that he has no way of treating. Oh, he refuses to admit his agony, for fear of being a burden to his family and for fear that he will be perceived as weak.
Alas, this instability is covered up in multiple layers. Sitting upon the next layer is a devotion to his family, in particular devotion to his siblings. Uncertain of himself, he throws himself into protecting his family, not one to completely give up his own identity to defend his loved ones but also not the sort to put his own wellness before that if his dear ones?. He?s a relaxed sort, certainly not a leader until it is demanded of him, content to let others take over the decision making for once. He does not strive for perfection in his work, because he knows himself to be truly imperfect. Vaziel does not see his existence as being worth much, and as such he does not see how anything he does could be worth very much. Often lazy, he will not sit around so much as to be a detriment to his family, but he is certainly not one to enjoy putting forth too much effort.
He is a hothead occasionally, impulsive and neglecting to think before he acts or speaks. Mostly this is directed at enemies, who will engage themselves in a fiery wrath. This can get him into trouble, as Vaziel isn?t exactly a warrior type and is prone to getting his ass kicked, but the man cares little for his own well-being. He is expendable after all, a sacrifice to be made when the time comes. Often he takes risks that can be mistaken for suicidal, throwing himself off of cliffs if only because he desires deeply to feel alive, even if only for a moment. Maybe he is partly hoping that one day, he will die from these risks, because then he will die as a living, breathing creature and not as a zombie of a man.
On the surface he is a charmer, silver tongue and friendly jokes masking the interior pain he feels. So many will look at a glance and see nothing but smooth talker, a stranger who is easy to get along with and who has no foul intentions. This could not be more wrong; Vaziel is a soul in deep pain, a man who so many glance at and do not truly see. There are pieces of him that have fallen apart, from the departure of would-be lovers who found him too broken to fix to the death of his mother and the discovery that he did have family out there, family to whom his existence didn?t even matter.


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Sometimes, the cold bit right through his skin, seeping down to his bones and leaving him naught but a frozen statue. It wasn?t the snow that gave him frostbite, but the loneliness, the depression, the demons that he tried to slay but could not fight off for the life of him. Nonetheless, Vaziel Adravendi pressed onwards with his littermates, urged forth by the promise that after their long journey they would come across a long lost family who would embrace them with open arms. He didn?t protest their movements, but he was slightly pessimistic. How would they ever find this long lost family? Would this family even believe them? They didn?t even know anything about them (or at least Vaziel didn?t, for his mind had locked upon the name Cairo as an answer to his identity crisis), let alone where they might reside.

They?d taken a break in their travels for today, leaving Vaziel free time to explore the icy terrain they were currently staying in. Today the man had found a hot spring, a god send to a creature with frozen limbs and aching muscles. Perhaps it would be stupid for him to get wet and then go back into the cold, but the chocolate-smothered man did not find himself caring all that much. Well, he cared, but in the moment he wasn?t exactly thinking ahead. He pulled himself into the warm waters, enjoying the embrace of the springs, losing all thoughts and emotions as he relaxed. The sound of gentle footsteps distracted him, silver eyes opening to set upon a strange figure.
?Good evening, miss,? he greeted. She was a pretty woman without a doubt, and Vaziel could not help but admire her momentarily. ?Hello,? she responded, seeming shy. He offered her a kind look, not wanting to make her seem unwelcome. ?You know, a pretty woman like yourself is always welcome to share,? he told her, moving so as to allow room. The woman stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowing in annoyance as she huffed and turned. Vaziel sighed in reaction, slumping at his failure to even make friendly conversation. Oh well, he?d tried, and for now he could drown in the peace of the water. Well, at least until he froze his ass off when he decided to get out.