MORE XANILOVS ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Hola y'all. More Xanilovs were requested, and thus they have been created. What I have below are just a few adoptables, you are free of course to create your own! There are a few different types of Old Ebonys wolves, not to mention distinguishing marks of certain families and colors and stuff, that will all be set out below. At the very bottom of this post will be the back story for all of this to refresh the newer members! First things first, we have our royally blooded wolves! These are wolves with direct ties to the Queen's line, and thus might be able to present a claim to the throne. They are distinguished by the unique face mask. It is possible for wolves without the mask to claim royal blood, or those without royal blood (like higher nobility who may have one point mated with third or fourth born princes and princesses.) Examples: #1 and #2 A mark of higher nobility with Old Ebony, if lacking the face mask, would be a splotching pattern. These too would follow the typical color scheme of grey, black, and auburn. These wolves might be of middling to higher noble blood. Examples: #3 and #4 Last but not least we have the bastards! Much like Lyonovei, these wolves might exhibit any number of noble/royal features, or none at all! Their colors might range a bit farther afield than the typical darks and auburn, or they might be the spitting image of the nobles who sired them. This is entirely up to you!Examples: #5 and #6 TAKEN DESIGNS: ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE The fall of Old Ebony came about when a rival noble family overthrew the Xanilov line. The Xanilov line had ruled for many, many generations and the rebellion came in the form of a full scale battle. Scores of wolves were slaughtered, including pups and elders. The attempt to wipe out all royal blood was not entirely successful, but it was close. Those of Royal blood (any connection to Queen Ailwyn, who birthed Raisa) were closely persecuted, while those of King Kaisin's blood were watched less closely, but killed upon discovery. During the rebellion, certain families aligned themselves with the usurpers to ensure their safety, some remained loyal to the Xanilovs and more often than not perished for their devotion, and some are steadfast supporters of the new throne, and would react violently towards the discovery of surviving Xanilov blood. It was well known that King Kaisin sired many litters of bastards. You are of course welcome to create family lines of your own, but these below are canon. Ailwyn's Siblings: REILA XANILOV(F) x Dimitrov (3 Years Old / Winter) 0 FEMALE / 2 MALE / 1 DECEASED / 1 TAKEN LIZANNA XANILOV(F) x Aieric (4 Years Old / Spring) 1 FEMALE / 1 MALE / 2 DECEASED / 2 TAKEN ADAIR XANILOV(M) x Aksinya (2 Years Old / Autumn) 0 FEMALE / 0 MALE / 2 DECEASED / 2 TAKEN Kaisin's Bastards: KAISIN VOLKOV(M) x Agnessa (3 Years Old / Spring) 2 FEMALE / 2 MALE / 0 DECEASED KAISIN VOLKOV(M) x Gala (2 Years Old / Autumn) 0 FEMALE / 2 MALE / 1 DECEASED / 1 TAKEN KAISIN VOLKOV(M) x Genya ( 1 Year Old / Autumn) 0 FEMALE / 0 MALE / 2 DECEASED / 4 TAKEN KAISIN VOLKOV(M) x Iliya (3 Years Old / Summer) 0 FEMALE / 1 MALE / 2 DECEASED / 1 TAKEN Other Noble Families: AVILOV: Upper Nobility BIERNE: Upper Nobility GRUZDEV: Middle Nobility ZONOV: Middle Nobility CAVANAGH: Lower Nobility FRIEL: Lower Nobility NOTE OF MUCH IMPORTANCE: All members new to the wonderful world of Xanilovs should be aware that Old Ebony was a matriarchy! That means just as in our culture the mother's maiden name is overtaken by the husbands, sons will have married into the woman's family. Bastard children will take the mother's name (which I am mostly leaving up to you creative little buggers) unless they would rather claim the bastard blood of the King. The only pups with the surname Xanilov will be those born of Reila and Lizanna, as their children are the only offspring surviving of the matriarchy. However, after the Fall, who is to say what took place? This has not been hammered out canonically. For current players it is understood that the noble family which took over after the coup were brutal and harsh, causing many survivors to flee. Those who remained were fed lies about the Xanilov family, and may well feel poorly towards them or react to their presence with hostility. The children of Adair Xanilov might choose to call themselves royalty in the face of custom, or might not. Bastards might choose the same. It is up to you. THE APPLICATION NAME: Preferably of Russian or Irish origin. LITTER/FAMILY: Which pairing or noble family are they from? GENDER: This is... fairly self-explanatory. AGE: Those of the noble families can be any age, those sired from Royal blood had age marked beside their pairing. APPEARANCE: Image if you have one, or a description (150 Words.) If you would like to use one of my above designs feel free, and also please note any changes you'd like to make! SIZE: Any size will do. PERSONALITY: 200 Words. HISTORY: 100 words. What part did they play in the rebellion? Note that the overturn happened two years ago. Wolves who are two years old and younger will likely have little to no memory of this event, and will have only known the aftermath. Remember that the rebllion was an extremely violent event. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Are they allies, indifferent, or enemies? Feel free to be specific. PLANS FOR THEM: What would you do with them if they were created? Note that Raisa's survival is likely unknown to the majority of Old Ebony wolves, just as the birth of her children would also be unknown. BE AWARE: Inactive characters will be taken back!

VASILISAXANILOV ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ LITTER/FAMILY: Lizanna Xanilov x Aieric GENDER: Female AGE: 4 years SIZE: Large - 35" - 136 lbs APPEARANCE: { DESIGN USED: #2 } She is a goddess forged in a cauldron of fire, from the ashes of a phoenix, and the blood of demons. Each partition of her stature is held with royal pride, bounce in her step. She reaches an apex of THIRTY-FIVE INCHES with a tall and lanky stature, rather than brute-ish weigh and build, weighing in at a rather light ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX POUNDS, nearly giving the goddess the impression of being scrawny. Yet she is far from being so, her legs bound with tight muscle from the coup to end the blood of the Xanilov as well from regular exercise. From the forge came a goddess of pure and eternal beauty, whose pelt mimics that of a burning flame. Her delightfully painted pelt begins with a tone that of a rich auburn hue, similar to the faded glory of a flame. A plethora of different tones paint her pelt next, as if rich tone were her forte, beginning with a slightly lighter hint of color dabbled upon her shoulders, extending down her spine gently, ebbing downward in a fantastic collection of marks, overlapping a faint gold tint upon the top edge of her scruff, the peek of sunlight before a sunrise begins or sunset ends. This same gold hue returns in a classic mark notable throughout many of her blood, the royal Xanilov mask. It dances playfully from her chocolate-coated nose and curls about brilliant turquoise gems. Beneath such gems lies a strip of pure white, which also paints the tip of slightly oversized ears, and as a simple triangle protruding from her dark nose. The golden hues of sun dip all four limbs in a soft gradient, with the digits of her forepaws painted in a pure white, whilst her hind paws extend upward just further. Behind her there is a brilliant plume, full and plush despite the deadly coup her blood suffered from, just long enough to kick at her heels when walking, with a tip dipped in pure alabaster. PERSONALITY: Just as vivid as her pelt the goddess seems, emotionally wired to explode: in happiness, sadness, or anger; quite literally. She is very sensitive emotionally, for her heart and mind has been broken on numerous occasions, more notably in the coup to end the reign of the Xanilov lineage. She has learned ( the hard way ) not to trust anyone, no matter how nice they may seem, not even those of her own blood, with her life. Many times have promises to her been broken, or families been torn by such weakness, and she is not very open-minded. One could say that for such a vivid pelt, she is a rather dull individual. She doesn't quite know the meaning of the word 'fun', and disdains battle, even a simple spar to rouse her will get a smart-ass reply from her. If one manages to weasel their way into the small pool of those she truly considers to be a friend, she will regard them highly, and if any are to threaten them, she will leap into the fray and battle for her life if necessary. [ ZLOVREDNO ] It is on occasion that the tempest becomes an unstable bitch, obtaining a mass exodus in personality and becoming wickedly dark and twisted. She will dream of blood upon her fur, and is only initiated by the calling of battle, and is difficult to control. HISTORY: Vasilisa was just two years old when the coup began, and as always, she would fight for her life, gaining a number of scars, now hidden by her fur, and gaining a number of scars upon her mind, having seen so many if her blood killed in the violent rebellion. She has yet to understand why the coup occurred, and who exactly started it, but she has recently been in hiding in Alacritis, seeking any other survivors beside her brother and sister. Her side taken is to that of her own blood, the Xanilovs, but she is still yet wary of any wolf, even her own blood, yet she devotes her trust to only her siblings and possibly the select few who weasel their way to her heart. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Indifferent PLANS FOR THEM: If Eve gets Fendar, Vas will have run away from the old lands with Fen and will be pretty clingy to him, but will strike out on his own and search for Raisa and other Xanilov survivors along with lesser bloods, and possibly attempt/wish to get/for Ebony to be back beneath Xanilov rule.

Because Fox is mean

I hate you. I really love you, but this makes me hate you with all my hate-love.

I would like to use example three if possible!

NAME: Fendar - Russian name meaning "gift of God"

LITTER/FAMILY: LIZANNA XANILOV(F) x Aieric

GENDER: Male

AGE: 4 years old

SIZE: Extra large, maybe around 40 inches

PERSONALITY: Because of the trauma that he went through with the rebellion, Fendar hardly sleeps. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the horror that sits in his mind, haunting him every time his lids close. He usually forces himself to stay awake until he passes out from exhaustion, the blackness his only solitude. This makes Fen a little bit grumpy, since he is always going a few days without sleep. He tends to snap a bit easily, the smallest things seemed to set him off. But under all of that, he has a sweet heart. He loves to care for others and is very protective of those that grow close to him and can look past that spiky exterior. He loves pups, and seems to have endless patience with them. It can take a bit to get used to his rough exterior, but he has a galactic heart and will stand up for those he loves. He wants to see his family on the throne one day, but has no dreams of leading himself. He is more of the silent protector, he likes to sit and quietly observe everyone. After he has gotten a bit of sleep he is really calm, although a bit jumpy and gets easily defensive.

APPEARANCE: Fen is a large wolf, not having met a single one that is taller than he is. The base of his coat is a dusky-auburn, covering most of his body with the autumn riddled colour. Darker auburn taints his body, starting at the tip of his nose and stretching up his muzzle in blaze of sorts, fanning out over his skull and extending around the entire length of his neck. It comes around to his chest, creating a collar of sorts of the darker colour. It pulls down in between his shoulder blades before fading back to the lighter auburn. The bottom of his tail is very slightly darker, although not enough that it is too noticeable. This is not the only colour that stains his coat though, a more golden auburn adorns his body in small patches. His front left paw is coated in it, but only just past his ankle. His back left paw has the same lighter colouration, although it does not extend past his paw. On his front left leg, the patch extends from the top of his leg and over his shoulder, ending in almost bubble like marks. His back right leg has the lighter auburn starting from his toes, extending past his ankle before ending in the same bubble like fashion. It breaks before another patch appears, wrapping around his thigh, another bubble like patch on his lower back, just before his hips. The last touch of the lighter golden-auburn kisses around his heterochromatic eyes, wrapping around both of them. Fendar's left eye is a bright silver while his right eye is a bronze colour.

Fen has long, slender legs, a given with his height. His one silver eye can see very little, a scar crossing over the mostly unseeing orb. It is his battle scar from the rebellion, although it is not one that he showed with pride. Fendar is a bit bulky, a strong and power male to make the Xanilov family proud.

HISTORY: Fendar was two years old when the rebellion struck, and he refused to side with the wolves who attacked his family. He defended the royals the best that he could, although when the number of slaughtered started to rack up he grew desperate. He fought with all the rage that boiled within him, but it was to no avail. One of the wolves clawed over his left eye, half blinding the orb. It makes his vision a bit blurry, he often just closes the orb to be able to see a bit more clear. After that, he wasn't able to fight as strongly, and he knew that he needed to get away if he wanted to live. They had threatened his whole line, and he didn't wish to just give up. But it was either that, or die. So Fendar hid himself, able to escape his death.

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Allies yo <3

PLANS FOR THEM: He had stayed away after the rebellion, ashamed that he had run away after his injuries. Maybe he can go back to Ebony, hear about Raisa and go off looking for her? I would be more than willing to hear your input here.

NAME: Koroleva Zemli Xanilov LITTER: Reila Xanilov x Dimitrov GENDER: Female AGE: 3 years old APPEARANCE: Koroleva stands with a deep shade of dark grey, almost ebony looking color of black, as the main color for her rather medium and well-kept fur. She wears a partial mask of white upon her face that runs down the bridge of her nose to up and above both of her golden orange orbs. Her paws are dipped ivory and her tail in a mix of russet brown. Her underbelly and front chest are grazed with the honor of carrying this same russet coloring while the girl standing at 36 inches tall holds pride and dignity to some extent. The reserved creature can be considered muscular and fit as well as athletic. SIZE: Large PERSONALITY: The royal feeling about her is rarely present despite her natural need to be giving orders rather than receiving them. With her large size comes a certain muscle which she uses to prove how strong she is from a physical standpoint. The girl is emotionally and mentally flexible after seeing the horror of the wars that had overtaken the kingdom she once was proud to be royalty over. She is a natural leader, trying to think of her subjects or those she is protecting before herself in an effort to be a decent wolf rather than some tyrant or mad and evil queen. She has a certain curiosity about her that could easily be mistaken for a mischievous type of wolf. She has a constant need to know after not getting the closure of not knowing about the Rebellion ending. Those few days that she was there before she fled, they shaped her into the wolf that she became. She is rather clueless when it comes to approaches on her as she is socially awkward in situations where a male is approaching her out of lust or greed or some other emotion to fit those lines. She is domineering or tries to be. She is rather reserved while still trying to remain regal. Most of all, she is insecure as she tries to find her place within the world. HISTORY: Her birth was one of a tense time. For almost a year she lived in peace to travel through her puphood with little issues before it happened. She was scarcely a year when the violent events started to happen. The blood and the fights were too much for her to handle at the time and so she fled after the first fights in the war for Ebony. From that time, she would wander, trying to erase the memories of blood staining rocks and trees from her mind while seeking out a future. Eventually she discovered that when she would find a pack, she'd leave as she did not take too well to orders. She eventually, after two years of wandering and not knowing about the conclusion of the Rebellion, Koroleva enters the lands of Alacritia. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: She is a Xanilov and therefore ALL THE LOVES PLANS FOR THEM: I'd like to start it off with Koro wandering about, trying to find herself an empire to raise like Raisa did with New Ebony because she realized that she needed to remain strong after the Rebellion happened. Then eventually she finds either Raisa or one of the pups and learns of Ebony and how it is being ruled by a wolf who isn't a Xanilov. These plans would be in slight development as they went obviously.

A false affection, a false creation Vicious words and false belief Notes: Le rusty, been ages since I applied for / created a character. ? 34'. ? 136 lbs. NAME:Adalgisa Zemli Volkov. LITTER/FAMILY: Kaisin Volkov x Genya. GENDER: Female. AGE: 1 Years. APPEARANCE: Design 1 - Born from ash and fire, death and life; light and dark. Molten darkness adorns her form, from nose to tail tip; yet the only thing shattering this nothingness upon her from which was what she had been blessed with. Would be the auburn marking nearly the entire bottom half of her neck and chest, this coloring quickly moves onto her chest darkening before fading away into the ashen coloring of her form. Tainting the underside of her tail like a spreading virus, it appears yet again upon those long and sculpted legs of hers. Barred off by the ashen coloring and that of the white coloring that paints her feet in it's glory; a white mask blazes across her way, the white beginning just below her forehead and steadily working it's way down to the top of her nose while fading half way down on either side of the elegant muzzle. At the top a single white strip weaves it's way through her molted fur only to end just past both of her eyes. SIZE: Medium. PERSONALITY: Hateful, spiteful, she is a monster. The creature hell -- Lucifer himself even refused to embed a home upon. Uncaring, unforgiving -- nothing but the shallowness of eternal darkness looms upon this woman. She belittles, she intimidates she is the neighborhood bully. She is the ass of the politics, that cold, heartless witch that will enjoy seeing the suffering of your pain slowly deteriorate upon this earth and will refuse to help. She is bi-polar with the mixture of emotions. Sadness and Rage, but the rage is a common genetic personality that expresses itself while the timidness of fear and anguish sob at the door step of the deaths unanswered calls. Hidden underneath this cold, spiteful and hateful shell is a rare side of Adalgisa those of which rarely see her much kinder side. The wars aftermath had left it's mark upon her young mind, although she had not been present for the war it self; it's tales and descriptions had done more then enough. Despite all of this Adalgisa normally kind hatred, caring even. Holding a fondness for those around her, friends however rare get to see such a thing; one to put her self in the line of fire to protect another. - Wip, to be worked on as she ages. HISTORY: Having been born well after the war had taken place, Adalgisa spent the majority of her time in teaching under the elders that remained with in the family. In between these teachings did Adalgisa listen to the tales and descriptions of the past war that had usurped their great family, during this time a cold shell developed about her, fostering an anger at those who had destroyed what they had held onto for generations. Steadily Adalgisa grew into her young form and yet she had more to fill out over the next few years a head of her. Having left what had been 'home', she began to seek those of her family out and those that destroyed it. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Allies. PLANS FOR THEM: Reunite with what family remains, unlock the secrets of their past and do what she must to protect those within the family. Seeking out who had done such a thing to them and destroy the ones responsible at any cost.

WHY FAWKS WHYYYY

NAME Sacha ('defender of mankind' in Russian) bitchface Alianovna Volkov LITTER/FAMBAM Kaisin Volkov x Iliya GENDER Female AGE Three years APPEARANCE Born with a coat of pale, shining steel, the bastard child bears the look of royalty, but acts nothing like a royal. Tall audits are painted in darker shades of silver-grey, and from between those audits the colour trails down the back of her neck and ends with the thick, coarse guard hairs at the base. The tip of her long tail also bears this colouration, and fades into her pale silvery hues as it climbs up her tail. Beneath her large optics this shade paints a streak of grey, and forms a small triangle just above her ebony nose. To finish off the darkest of her colouration, this pigment is blotted carelessly upon her left shoulder, left thigh, right hip, and left forepaw- forming a small sock that covers only the paw and some of the rear of her ankle, as though she were attacked by an angry paintbrush. At her elbows and hips, her pale silver base pelt fades into alabaster, leaving her with bleached legs, save for the storm grey paw. Last but not least, she bears the face mask of royalty among her family, painted along her snout and forehead in ivory. Her eyes are of two tones, the right being a pale, lovely lavender, and the left being bright cerulean. She stands at quite an impressive stature, her height an impressive thirty eight inches and her weight sticking close to one hundred and forty pounds. Sacha is not a tiny thing, she bears obvious muscle that ripples beneath her coat. However, she is fairly lean, with a tempting, curvaceous frame and a sturdy bone structure. Her paws are quite large, and perfect for walking in snowy regions similar to her home. Most of her height is made up by her long legs, covered in lean musculature that makes her a perfect hunter, built for long distance running and tiring out her quarry. Her features are quite severe, with razor sharp cheekbones and long black lashes to frame her mismatched optics, while her muzzle is powerful and equipped with massive fangs that poke out from under her lips with even the smallest smile. SIZE Thirty eight inches, ~140 lbs PERSONALITY Neutral Good Quick to laugh, friendly, playful, protective, flirtatious, high energy, jokester, even tempered. Sacha is one to seek out amusement, and loves to laugh. She can often be found with large groups of wolves, listening to stories or telling them herself, joking around and playing with whoever will join her games. She's always willing to play games, and always willing to talk to strangers. No one really knows why she isn't afraid of very many, but for whatever reason she is one of the most amiable wolves out there. While she looks a little bit unruly, with her wild, coarse ruff and big teeth, she's one of the sweetest girl's you'll ever meet. As mentioned earlier, Sacha has no problem approaching others, she stirs up a conversation with often really stupid greetings, simply because catching others off guard often gets them talking. Think about it, if someone greeted you with 'I didn't know the sky was blue until I was six months old' you'd want to get a little more information on it, wouldn't you? She walks up to strangers regardless of appearance, because she doesn't believe in judging a book by it's cover. Big wolves, little wolves, creatures of all shapes and sizes, are prone to her fearless greeting and easy going attitude. She really does love games, and she loves playing with others. Sacha will cheer up everyone she comes across by either pouncing on them, or challenging them to a game of hide and seek, which is an odd but undeniable specialty of hers. It's a sure fire way to put a smile on someone's face, but if they're going to be stubborn about being grumpy, she will probably end up snuggling them to death, because she's a big fluffy lump of sweetness. Tug of war is another game she enjoys, especially with pups, and is often found playing with little ones and pretty much letting them crawl all over her. Any game, and festivities at all, will usually draw her in like a moth to a flame. Her family and friends mean the world to her, and she will protect those she cares about with her life, regardless of her nearly nonexistent knowledge of fighting. She doesn't let anyone talk shit about her loved ones, and she certainly won't let anything bad happen to them if she can help it. Sacha cares a whole lot about them, and she's like a mother hen to her siblings and cousins whether they like it or not. With her sizeable knowledge of healing, she is actually a pretty good healer, and makes a great nursemaid when others need it from her. She gets pretty attached to others, once she decides she likes them well enough, and doesn't let them do anything dangerous or stupid unless it's a really fun dangerous and stupid idea that she can get in on. Fun wins over danger almost any day of the week. Sacha isn't exactly a saint, she is known to flirt and sleep around, because that's a temptation only the strongest can resist, and she lives life for the experiences it can give. She is quietly flirtatious, drawing in only those who want to be drawn in. She gives pet names sometimes, and just about everyone she knows has some sort of nickname. She bats her eyelashes, and giggles when she flirts, you know, the usual tricks, but doesn't go out of her way to do so. If they're not interested, they're not interested, and she can accept that and go ahead to treat them the way she treats everyone else. Sacha is high energy, a go go go kind of wolf. She always wants to be doing something, going somewhere, seeing new things. She likes to learn tricks and information, even if it's useless. Hell, she knows more languages than she cares to count, but some of these languages are just bits and pieces, while others she is fully fluent in. Sometimes it seems like Sacha has limitless energy, and while she doesn't always like to slow down, she is capable of just laying there and having a deep conversation with someone in the middle of the night. She is frequently on the move, and perfect for giving tasks to, because she tends to get them done fairly quickly, and makes a good messenger due to her excellent long term memory. Sacha isn't one to get mad at everything, she tends not to sweat the small stuff. That's one of the great things about her, is that she usually does her best to see the other side of the argument, situation, or whatnot. However, that doesn't mean that she can be walked over, or treated like crap, because that's one thing that annoys her. Then, she's not so nice. Sacha is a great mediator, and tries to resolve any ridiculous problems that arise around her. Tension and anger aren't exactly a lot of fun, especially in a pack or amongst family, it makes things harder for those who just want to be around them and enjoy the company of their loved ones. However, when one does manage to raise her blood pressure, she's viable to snap, and yell at whoever pushed the wrong buttons, but only for a short time, before she returns to attempting to resolve the problem. HISTORY When the overthrowing of the Xanilov line began, Sacha decided rather than risking her life amid all of the fighting or try to hide and possibly be found out by whoever won, that leaving would be a much better idea. So, she took the opportunity when it was given, and ran like a madwoman until she decided she was far enough away to slow to a walk. She travelled to many places, and saw some pretty awesome stuff here and there, met interesting wolves and other creatures, and eventually ended up in the same place as Raisa, and her half brother Lyonovei. She roams Alacritia without a real idea of what the heck she's doing. OPINIONS ON THE XANILOVS Mild concern PLANS Probably run into Lyon, Raisa, join a pack? Meet up with some other sibbies? There's a whole lot for her to do xD

ILLARIONVOLKOV ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ LITTER/FAMILY: Kaisin Volkov x Agnessa GENDER: Male AGE: 3 years SIZE: Large - 36" - 160 lbs lbs APPEARANCE: dis design is mine ladiesRaw power teems from the tall male's bodice, it all seemingly screaming for battle. He is a perfected balance of strength and agility, having inherited skills honed by war and the coup that occurred years ago, when he was just crawling toward the age of a year old. He is a large man, whose bodice is supported by strong limbs that allow for a height of THIRTY-SIX INCHES at his silver shoulders, and his bodice is rather light for such a large male, a very small partition dedicated to fat. Thick muscle binds his chest and appendages, allowing for a veteran of war, weighing ONE HUNDRED SIXTY POUNDS. He is indeed a scarred man, several of which are visible along his body, but they usually are kept hidden by well-groomed fur. PROCESSING PERSONALITY: Persona HISTORY: History HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Enemies! PLANS FOR THEM: He will be all for seeking out Xanilovs nicely and weaseling his way into the ranks of Ebony and wish for it to come under Volkov blood's rule, but he will not be evil right off the bat, seeking chaos to run amok rather than suddenly showing up and challenging for the pack, and he will not allow his last name to be revealed, as to be undercover/stealthy and shit.

WHAT GOES BUMP IN THE NIGHT? AMBROS VOLKOV LITTER/FAMILY Kaisan Volkv x Gala GENDER Male AGE Two APPEARANCE Ambros is stunning in his own right, the deep coloring of his fur allowing him to live up to the meaning of his name, 'divine'. A solid black crawls over his form, his hair smooth and giving him a slight fluffed appearance. But when touched, it comes off a rough thick bush of fur, only a dip in the water tames his fur until it dries. While proud of his coat, he enjoys his more defining features. First, the mask of royality, curving over the top of his eyes and down the length of his muzzle, a stunning white clashing with his form. The mask held several meanings to him, none matter as much as his right to rule. Second, tips of white, the tips of his ears, and tail flash more of his royal white. The tips are far from large and noticably, but in the flash of night they glimmer like stars and add an interesting feature to his form as he bumps in the night. SIZE 34 inches, 86 pounds. He's a good size, but super skinny. PERSONALITY Ambros was a sweet pup, an honest momma's boy. However, his level a sweet was only given to his mother. He owed her his life, how could he not treasure her? His reign of terror began on his brothers, as the middle child he was not expected to be the favorite, or be in charge, but Ambros saw it differently. His brothers were his to control, to maniuplate and blame the trouble. Often too rough with the youngest, he'd be the cause of bruises and scraps. In an unbalanced fury of excitement there were times his loss of control lead to mild forms of self-harm, a disgusting habit about himself. With age and practice Ambros grew away from self-harm and the reckless picking at his brothers for a more direct form of chaos. Rumors. Oh how he loved rumors, twisting the way things were to mean and had been said. Driving stakes between friends, lovers and feeding lies to fuel enemy fires. He is very much self absorbed, everything is all about him and his amusement. How can he make his day better? During the day, Ambros is approachable and will tolerate most, to tired and often asleep to bother. With the night, he becomes a flash of white and they name of the game is to bump in the night. Stealing meals left for the morning, taughting sleeping wolves to distrupt their dreams. While he himself isnt that old, when he gets his hands on a pup any age younger, he feels nothing but determination to leave a mental scar. To torment and tease, thats all he lives for. HISTORY Ambros was born at the end of the rebellion, thusly he knows nothing aside from what he heard in stories from his mother. She was always keen on reminding them that they were royality, they had a duty to rule somewhere one day. But, like a book on his shelf, Ambros saw them to only be stories. He remains uneducated on what really happened and the great impact it held. Being a line of Kasian, he saught little need to really learn. His life as a pup was safe due to the careful tendencies of his mother. Yet as an adult, he'll stir up more trouble then ever. FEELS ABOUT XANILOVS As his life until now had been with his mother, or out on his own. Ambros is indefferent to the idea of siblings, royality and dealing with others. A great education is in his future, but his nose is more interested in his latest score. A few rumps to hump, and fears to stir. PLANS FOR THEM Ambros will enter knowing he has siblings, and be set on tracking them down. He isn't in it to make friends, and even a sister will make a nice mark on his sheet. He strives to be rememebered, to be etched in the memories of others as a long-lived nightmare. He may be urged to encourage those who want to fight, he may even find himself ready and willing to snatch a pup..

Nikolai Leonti Bierne ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ LITTER/FAMILY: Bierne, upper nobility GENDER: Male AGE: 3 years, born in winter SIZE: Large, 38 inches tall APPEARANCE: His large form is cloaked in muted tones of brown and tan. Each of his legs and the tip of his tail are dipped in the darker hue as well as both of his ears. The rest of his fur is a pale taupe that is just on the borderline of being a light gray. In the right light it could certainly be mistaken as such. The color pales slightly toward his stomach and each time his main body color meets with the darker brown hues it fades in a gradient, keeping any of the transitions in colors from being a solid line. A lighter tan is splattered on the front of his shoulder blades, the front part of the top of his thighs, as well as along the top curve of his haunches on either side of his tail. These splatters form a very distinctive set of markings, all of them irregular in shape and size. They are a mark of his lineage, but it isn't the only ones. His face is dominated by a pale mask of the same tan color as the splatters, the marking forming the distinctive mask of the Xanilov line. It covers the bridge of his nose and comes up between his eyes to end in a smooth curve. The color stretches out to curve around the top of his eyes while the darker brown reappears to form a line along the bottom of his eye, completing the mask. With one last pointed mark of brown on the bridge of his nose, his interesting pelt is complete. His eyes are almost the exact same shade as the taupe that covers most of his form with just enough flecks of a slightly lighter shade that they are able to catch the light and shine gorgeously like new pennies. As for his build, he stands at a slightly above average thirty-eight inches and weighs a slightly under average one hundred and fifty pounds. His form tends to lean more toward the lean side, but he is not scrawny by any means. He has very little fat on his body, instead being made up of almost entirely hardened muscle. He has a slight limp in his gait from an injury to his right foreleg as a pup, but since he has grown up with the injury he hardly notices it and it very rarely hinders him at all, although that might change as he grows older. His right foreleg also shows several deep scars near his knee. PERSONALITY: Time and hardships have been the things to shape Nikolai's personality. He is inherently loyal and hard working and those are a few of the traits he has held onto through the years. Once he has sworn his loyalty he will never sway from that path unless he is given fair reason to believe his loyalty has been misplaced. He will put forth every effort into his tasks and will never fail to throw one hundred percent of himself into whatever project he has dedicated himself to. Once upon a time he might have been a more gentle creature, but with his traumatic first year of life he was molded into a harder, more unforgiving form of himself. He is not unkind, but it can be hard to delve deeper than the outside layer of his personality. He tends to shut others out if only because it is easier than trying to get to know them and decide if he can trust him. He walks a very fine line with this, battling between the loyal, family-focused half of himself and this colder side. When he is dealing with wolves who share his blood he tends to trust them more easily than others. HISTORY: The overthrow of the Xanilov family happened just as Nikolai was only a month or two from crossing the threshold of his first year. Perhaps if he hadn't been in the thick of it all, if he had come back from working on his hunting even an hour later than he had maybe he would have been able to escape without harm. However, that wasn't the case. He had just arrived back at the den he still shared with most of his immediate family, his catch hanging in his jaws, when the sound of paws and strange scents caught his attention. They attacked before he could respond. Everything after that is a blur, but when he regained consciousness he had deep wounds on the back of his neck, near his throat, and his right foreleg was very nearly torn in two. There were more shallow bites and cuts all over his body. Somehow he had kept from bleeding out and managed to drag himself away from the bloody scene to find help. Limping and barely able to stay on his feet, he traveled for hours to find a lone healer that cared for his wounds and nursed him back to health. It was almost a week after that when he finally found out what had happened and that he no longer had a home to go back to. Months passed and he slowly began to regain the use of his leg and began to train and hunt again. He remained in hiding with the healer that had taken him in and treated him like her son, hoping that he would eventually come across some of his family members who were in hiding like himself so they could reunite and decide on a plan of action. One day he had gone to hunt for himself and his friend when a wolf from the family who had overthrown his spotted him. He was clearly larger than the other wolf and perhaps even more skilled in fighting so the wolf followed Nikolai's scent back to the den, planning to wait for him there and ambush him. Of course, finding the healer there put a kink in his plans. The fea wasn't skilled enough to fight him off and ended up being killed by the would-be assassin, but she didn't go down without a fight. When Nikolai returned he found his friend dead and the killer close to death. Feeling sickened by the fact that he had indirectly caused this senseless death, he dragged the killer out into the open and finished him off before going back to bury the healer with all the respect he could muster. Without her he might not have survived and he most certainly would have lost the use of his leg. After that he vowed to never return to these lands again and left to find somewhere that he wouldn't have to remain in hiding to keep from endangering himself and others. That search brought him to Alacritis. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Due to the fact that he's super loyal to family and he has no negative memories of them he is very pro-Xanilovs. PLANS FOR THEM: Go searching for other family type people and live with them, let it develop from there.

*stalks thread and curses at Fawks* #6 is the smexiest thing....

*sighs* I could not resist.... I'm going to go ahead and apply and if I get her this girl will pop in after my hiatus which will be ending sooner then planned b/c epic plots. xD I should be back first week of October. So here we go!

BIRNA GYDA VOLKOV ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ LITTER/FAMILY:Kaisin x Genya Planned sister to Bjorn (Tea's app) and sister to Adalgisa, haha I have to write it out to keep it straight GENDER: Female AGE: 1 year SIZE: 42" APPEARANCE: Design #6 Birna boasts an agile, yet sturdy build that lends to the fearsome appearance of this bear woman. She matches her brothers height at 42" though not quite his weight, her own resting around 175 pounds. Angular bone structure lends elegance and sharpness to her face while corded muscle make up her strong chest and powerful thighs. Slightly larger than average paws complete her appearance and give added stability to powerful limbs. PERSONALITY: Stern and calculating, Birna is a quiet and cautious femme with an intimidating aura. Despite her size she moves with silent precision and is rarely someone who enters a scene with a splash. She slips in softly and those that are unaware might not even notice her. Despite her seemingly aloof nature, Birna is reasonably friendly and will shoot the breeze with strangers though her tendency is always to glean as much from simple conversation as she can in case she should need to protect herself or her brother. While lacking a boastful ego Birna is still confident in herself and her abilities particularly in the arts of battle. She is rarely one to back down from a challenge. This woman boats a brutal nature in battle that can even border on the cruel. She believes in giving her all in a fight and sees fisticuffs as a personal insult to her skills and abilities. Persevering and stubborn, Birna does not fall easily. She accepts loss with unexpected grace though there is almost always the promise of violence to follow in a later rematch. She's spent her life surviving and she plans to continue to do so with her brother at her side. There is little this woman fears and her strong sense of loyalty to those that have earned her trust make her a dependable and valuable companion. Patient and calm, Birna is not easily riled. Often she attempts to be the rock to her brother's, Bj?rn's, flame hoping to give his temper and changing moods something to move safely around. She wants to be there to support him through anything that happens. Bj?rn is her greatest treasure and strongest bond and in her mind he comes before all else. There is a playful side of Birna though as is her style it is subtle, quiet, dry and perhaps a little coy. She will tease and jest though only around those she is comfortable with, unless of course she desires to fight. Birna is not above luring others into battle with her words though mostly the mischievous notes of her personality are meant for her brother and close family. Remnants of the more outgoing woman she might have been if circumstances had been a little kinder. HISTORY:Born to a litter of 4 after the coup, Birna was born into the chaos of a kingdom struggling to right itself. Paranoia was everywhere, especially in the ruling class and those marked by the Xanilov line were key targets of ridicule and suspicion. Birna kept to herself, her quiet and reserved nature developing rapidly at an early age. Any wrong move, any foolish question could mean death in the eyes of a paranoid government. Age was no excuse. As such Birna learned to keep herself under control and to be suspicious of all but the brother she was closest to, Bj?rn. Though this did extend to her other siblings as well. Everyone else was to be suspected as a potential spy looking for scapegoats. However, Bj?rn was not able to keep so low key and his antics soon brought the attention of the higher ups and he was forced to flee. Unwilling to be separated from him Birna fled as well. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Indifferent yet curious. Birna has heard much ill of the Xanilovs but her experience under the current regime has been no better. Curious as to what these Xanilovs are really like she's content to find them and see for herself. PLANS FOR THEM:Will follow her brother to Alacritis in search of the Xanilov family and any other connections they might still have. She will refer to herself as a Xanilov in a simple masquerade meant for self-preservation as well as to gain the answers she seeks. What Birna desires most of all is a reasonable amount of security for her and her brother. Flush with her love of battle she would be content as a warrior or perhaps even a general. The woman no longer wants to be thought of as a commoner or worse yet vile scum.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ NAME: Bj?rn (Volkov) Xanilov LITTER/FAMILY: KAISIN VOLKOV(M) x Genya GENDER: I don't understand what you're asking for here... j/k, male AGE: 1 year APPEARANCE: The picture above is his design but for my own use a description: Standing at a more than respectable 42" height and weighing a sturdy 200+lbs as an adult, Bj?rn will be huge and likely to draw attention no matter the less than flashy nature of his coloring or his personality. This massive wolf will be almost pure muscle with very little fat reserves. Bj?rn's base color is that of a pale silver from guard hairs to undercoat and will always remain as soft as bird down. Marring it is a slightly darker gray, pale ghosts of the royal markings that barely stand out against the silver. The royal mask covers his face running in a wide blaze from nose to forehead, winging out over his eyes. It covers the tops of his ears, then beginning at his shoulders it runs in a thick dorsal stripe down his back, engulfing his whole tail as well as forming thick bars down the front of his shoulders and hips. A more purely white snip cuts through the mask from nose to a couple inches up his muzzle and dips the very tips of his ears and his paws. White also marks beneath his eyes from the mask on one side all the way to the wings over his eyes, completing a ring around them. His eyes are a pale, lavender purple - but from the moment they first open they are slightly clouded by a film that restricts his vision, and his first foray into the world outside of the den will reveal a severe light sensitivity that will lead to painful, watery eyes and massive headaches. Over time the cloudiness and vision problems will improve but will never completely clear up, and he will always have some issues with sensitivity to light. SIZE: Extra large PERSONALITY: Raised knowing himself the bastard child of a King, despite the disability that plagues him he has no lack of self-confidence. But his arrogance is quiet, not flaunted about. He simply expects that he will get his way because he is right and acts accordingly, often simply ignoring rules and social boundaries to do so. Solitary by nature, he has a hard time bringing himself to actually trust anyone other than his near-twin Birna, because he is easily hurt and strives to avoid the close bonds that could bring that pain. However once his word is given he will never deliberately break that, and if misfortune makes it so he cannot do as he said, his own odd code of honor will force him to make whatever reparations he can to fix it. He strives to always do what he believes to be right, but what is right to him is not always moral or legal. He will not hesitate to break pack law to do what he feels he must, as he considers his loyalty to his close family to be one of the most important things in his life and little else could possibly compete with that. He will remorselessly threaten, hurt, con, and do many other rather unpleasant things in order to achieve the most sacrosanct of goals - protecting his family. He is far from emotionless and uncaring - this boy will struggle to contain his emotions his whole life, quick to anger and love alike his emotions tend to run almost painfully high - but he will never wear his heart on his sleeve, always striving but often failing to keep those emotions hidden completely from the eyes of the world for they are his alone and he wishes no one to know what he feels. He strives to show merely a calm, collected, polite front, but it is something he will always struggle with. To those he cares about, he shows a sweetness of personality at odds with his usual behavior. Always serious about everything, he will nonetheless often do small things for people that comes across as... a little adorable. Leaving them gifts, making extra sure that they're comfortable, being the quiet protector... yet if someone were to bring it up it would simply embarrass him. HISTORY: Born after the bloody coup that had destroyed their father's family, they were haunted by that spectre. It was obvious they had more than a little royal blood, all three littermates bearing the Xanilov mask and while it was undoubtedly known in general who had fathered them they did not draw attention to it. They laid low, kept their heads down, and walked that fine line between submissive and scum. But as they grew older discontent grew within the single male. He wanted more for his sisters than his mother could - would - provide for them. So he began to slowly edge his way into a darker world... lying, stealing, bullying for what he wanted for them. Extra food, safety, respect... but he pushed too hard and caught the eye of Ebony's rulers. The bastard brats of a dispossessed king could be tolerated as long as they showed the proper humility, but this child's antics could no longer be tolerated. With death looming imminent Bjorn fled old Ebony with Birna, hoping to find any survivors of the exiled Xanilov family... and of course scam them into accepting them within their ranks. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Personally, he is willing to give the Xanilovs the benefit of the doubt since despite all the stories they can't possibly actually be that much worse than the regime that would kill him and his siblings if they could manage it, but he's unwilling to fully trust someone he knows so little about so he is reserving judgement until he actually manages to find survivors. PLANS FOR THEM: He plans to track down any possible survivors of the main royal Xanilov line, or the next best thing to them, and con them into accepting him and Birna as full family by claiming their last name to be Xanilov and hoping the survivor is gullible enough to fall for it, possibly earning Birna a rank within the exiled matriarchal house - then eventually, to guide the exiles into reestablishing their empire, with Birna as a royal.

BRADAN XANILOV ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ NAME: Bradan Xanilov LITTER/FAMILY: Adair Xanilov x Aksinya GENDER: Male AGE: Two years APPEARANCE: Bradan is a silky white, the color coating him and making him look beautiful. His mismatched eyes stand out, the colors even clashing with themselves a little. Bradan keeps his head help high, an arrogant smirk on his face. His tail is raised high in dominance as well, and he does not move much, his gaze meeting any other's. Bradan's legs are long and slender, his build making him look like a female's. But beneath that long, soft, silky fur, muscles ripple. A tiny tear on his left ear is barely visible, and he keeps himself free of scars. The boy is handsome, there is no doubt about that. The white fur, his base coat, has the slightest hint of silver. On his tail tip, the fur slowly darkens into the slightest brown. It looks as if he has dipped his tail in a light caramel brown color. On all of his legs, the white slowly fades into caramel brown, except for his toes. Just a little past them, the color slowly changes to chocolate brown, making him look unique. His ears are the caramel brown color, a little past the tip becoming chocolate brown. A blaze marking of the caramel brown rests evenly over his eyes. Underneath both eyes is a stripe of chocolate brown. Near the end of his snout is a chocolate stripe, stopping when it meets the mask. Last, but not least, a chocolate brown stripe rests just over his cheekbone. One of Bradan's eyes is a cool blue, flecked with darker blue, the color seeming like water. His other eye is the exact opposite, being a golden color, flecked with orange. These two eye colors, blue and gold, are the exact opposite, the two seeming to describe his personality. SIZE: 36 inches, 136 pounds PERSONALITY: Bradan is a calm wolf when speaking to others most of the time, his voice cool, possibly adding a few insults if the wolves forget their manners. He does not care for his half commoner blood, thinking of himself as full royalty. After all, he could always be a prince if he wanted to be one. He keeps himself calm most of the time, acting like a perfect gentleman towards any other wolves of noble bloodlines, or the leaders of a pack. He hardly ever becomes more short tempered, the few times when it does happen often short, but his words can be harsh. He is short tempered when he thinks that he is insulted bad enough to show the other wolf their place. When he is short tempered, Bradan is unpredictable, attacking anything and everything that moves if he gets mad enough. When he finally calms down, he will be upset over whatever he has done. After all, he doesn't really want to hurt any wolves unless he can help it. If it is a life or death situation, he will fight, but he would not kill. The few family he does know is a family he is loyal to, fighting to protect them with every breath. He would die for his family, if he had to. HISTORY: Like Slava, Bradan was born after the rebellion, but he was only told about it. He was raised not to like violence, and was raised to be a prince. He took up the Xanilov name, carrying it with pride, like his sister. On their first birthday, Slava left, leaving Bradan pretty much all alone. Not long after, only a few days, Bradan left as well. He wanted to learn of his family, and see why the rebellion started. A year later, he made it to Alacritis, stopping at every place along the way. Now, maybe he can find his Xanilov family. HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: All Bradan has known is the Xanilov family. He wants to know more about them, so they can become allies. But, at the same time, he has no idea why the rebellion would even be started. He's afraid that his family will not treat him like a Xanilov because of his mother. What if they're mean to him? A strange thought coming from him, but it's still there. He will be loyal to them either way, but if he is unsure about them, he will not talk unless addressed. He will be wary of his family upon first meeting them. If they're even still alive, that is. PLANS FOR THEM: If I get him, then he'll probably join Ebony and learn of Katja. Probably a romance plot or two? He may learn of Raisa and her memory loss. {Over exaggerating post there if he does.} I'll have to make up stuff as I go along.

Never let it show

Slava "Glory" Xanilov

The pain I've grown to know

LITTER/FAMILY: Adair Xanilov x Aksinya


GENDER: Female


AGE: 2 years of age


APPEARANCE: The majority of her fur is a milk chocolate brown while the top of her back is mottled with lighter tints and shades of brown. They all compliment her cerulean blue orbs and her unique face. There are dashes of white underneath her eyes which compliment her frame and figure. The Xanilov royalty has a light brown patch running up from her nose into a three bumped crown above her eyes. Her ears are painted with white and her feet dipped in white before it fades to the brown color that her body enjoys. The muscular and broad queen has a white tipped tail as well.


SIZE: Medium - 31 inches


PERSONALITY: Prim and proper are how she could be described, always making sure she was doing things the right way. She enjoys ruling over others and while she is rather strict and firm with her rules, she can be quite kind to her subjects as well. She is naturally dominant and will demand respect out of the wolves who had not proven themselves to her, no matter what the rank. She was raised a princess and she sees herself as a goddess of her own world. She is not arrogant however because she is an understanding goddess who walks the realms of wolf.


She puts family above all and will treat them as her equals because the Xanilov line is a strong bloodline which will run for generations to come. She follows her desires but is generally good natured. If a wolf were to get on her bad side, the consequences would be severe. She also has been searching for love, feeling a need for the presence of a child or two in her life. She can be quite lonely sometimes and it can put quite the damper on her mood. Apart from this she is a strong and independent female who refuses to take sexism as a thing unless it is her making stereotypes about the male gender.


HISTORY: She had been unborn when the rebellion had happened but she had always heard about it. Her mother had given birth after it had all ended but they were never raised in Ebony. Instead, her father and her mother ruled a pack separate from the collapse and the fall of the Xanilov wolves. She had been raised the perfect princess, learning how to provide for herself and more importantly learning how to rule. On her first birthday, she left this pack which she had been raised in to go out and see the world and to find her own place. She's been searching since that day with no hope for reprieve just yet. One thing was certain though, she would rule again.


HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Family is forever!!!


PLANS FOR THEM: I plan to hoard threads with Fox.... I mean I plan to play her as a royal wolf seeking her own kingdom... no, I mean hoard threads with all Xanilov wolves or Xanilov familiars.

let's get lost at sea

WHERE THEY WILL NEVER FIND US

GOT STARS AT NIGHT TO GUIDE US

NAME: Solas Volkov

LITTER/FAMILY: KAISIN VOLKOV(M) x Genya

GENDER: Male

AGE: 1 year

APPEARANCE:

Standing at 36" and 125 lb's the male was born from dark colors just as his sister Ada was. Though being a lighter gray, a dark black covers merely his chest and stomach in a fade unlike the rest of him. The bastard has a white tipped tail and on his left front limb is a white splotch marking. However the prominent mask that runs within the family is of a light gray, not white, as well as his left ear have a splotch marking once more. Underneath his eye is a rustic auburn marking like a small line. Making his light cyan eyes stand out from the rest of him. He is fairly well muscles, and tends to stand tall with no expression. Rarely will he show expression and it is a treat for him to do so.


SIZE: Large


PERSONALITY:
Solas much like his sister has developed a hatred for the world, a dislike for others and their behavior. His apathetic nature to most because of his distrust for others in his past experiences and hearing of the stories of the bloody war. He rarely speaks, and when he does every word is carefully spoken and made sure that it is listened to. While he is lacking in the aggressive department, he is very uncaring and will not show sympathy no matter the age, gender, or wolf apart from a select few who will know his underneath behavior which is rare and almost never comes out. He is a monster with a stone heart, when he fights he does so with every fiber of his being.
Underneath this cage is a warrior, but only holding a respect for his sibling Ada. The only one he has grown close to because of the trauma they have been selected to in the past. If anything were to happen to his sister his mind would completely slip into oblivion. It takes time, and time again to reach underneath his armor and to have him actually believe that you are worth his time with his apathetic state. Solas will always be protective like a stoic night to those he places his respect in. But in the back of his mind, he is a apathetic monster with a distasteful outlook on the life around him. --subject to ic development


HISTORY: Born after the war had happened, most of his time was spent listening and learning of his heritage. Growing up knowing he was different from the rest, most days were all the same to him. Growing a hatred for those who had overthrown the Xanilov family in the first place. (Me and Kayi discussed this through skype) There was an outting incident with Adalgisa his sister, where they and a group of wolves went to patrol borders. A rogue attacked the small girl and Solas was the only wolf who showed signs of saving her. Managing even at his age to drive him off, the two became close with this and having similar goals in life. Solas became rather distrustful of others, and grew quickly into a yearling with almost no sense of living. Almost an empty shell, but he wishes to somehow help the Xanilov's in anyway he can.

HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: Allies

PLANS FOR THEM: As he is protect of his sister, he wishes to travel with Ada. Anything that branches out from there is subject to ic.

THE WAVES THAT CRASHED UPON THE ROCKS

AND I HEARD THEM PLAY A SONG FOR

you&me

MADE BY MINNIE OF BTN

no one can save you now, it's do or die

NAME: irina avilov
LITTER/FAMILY: Avilov!
GENDER: female
AGE: 2 years - summer
APPEARANCE: design 4 minus the white paw (bc i'm digging the black and silver) ~
Standing at an impressive 35 inches in height, there's no denying that Irina is large. Her build is muscular, especially her legs and shoulders, which are packed with strength due to her travels. Nothing about Irina was little - she was the only one in her litter, so she had the lion's share of nourishment, which stood her well in life. Nothing about Irina is small, at any rate, and she is far from dainty or petite.

Irina's pelt is the more interesting part of her appearance, however. A base coat of black cloaks her frame, making it easy for her to overheat in the summer. Her thick, luxurious fur hints at some arctic wolf heritage - though her large size and dark coloration seem to imply that this heritage is far back in her past. Gray splotching adorns a few patches of her body, with one splotch marking the tip of her tail and two on her stomach. Splotches can be found on her chest as well and her left front paw. Her left ear is all that silver-y gray, and her paws are a slightly darker gray than her markings, fading across a gradient into the black that her body is covered with. Beneath her eyes is a line of white, which allows her bronze colored gaze to stand out sharply.

Her eyes are a muted brown with hints of silver, nothing particularly unique.
SIZE: large - 35 inches
PERSONALITY: Irina has always believed in self-sufficiency first. She has learned from birth that the only one she can rely on is herself. And so, the first one that she looks out for is herself as well. Perhaps this is selfish, but in the aftermath of the rebellion, her mother taught her to rely solely on herself, and that often, wolves in power could not be trusted. This has stuck with Irina throughout her life, and she has taken it to heart more than her mother anticipated. The extremes that Irina took her family's beliefs to have shaped her life, leaving her entirely self reliant and entirely self centered. Irina will never be the girl to put her life on the line for some one else.

Prickly and often rather aggressive (verbally at least - Irina values her skin to much to get into fights), she's not exactly the easiest to get along with. Insults get under her skin easily, and she tends to be rather vicious with her tongue. She also tends to have a fairly low opinion of other wolves, which is in part due to her position within Old Ebony. Her high ranked family enabled Irina to look down on the vast majority of the pack without really ever thinking about it, and this has transferred into the outside world as well. If another has not proved themselves to Irina, she is often very condescending and blunt.

Though it's not always easy to tell, Irina is a very passionate girl. She's not one to do things halfway. She goes all in all or she doesn't do anything at all. There is no middle ground for Irina. This is true in all aspects of her life; in Old Ebony she was an extremely active member, interacting with many members, until the day that she left. And after that day, she kept almost entirely to herself, embracing the existence of a loner completely. She tends to put a lot into relationships when she forms them (which is an overall rare occurrence and often they take a lot of time). This can seem rather contradictory with the first impressions that Irina makes, but she's more complex than she appears at first, for sure.

HISTORY: Irina was the first and only child of Xander Zonov (who became Xander Avilov after marrying his wife) and Alina Avilov. Xander had been a member of the middle nobility, but as a firstborn son he had some status - and there was love between the two. It was perhaps not the ideal marriage for Alina, but then, as a youngest daughter she had little prestige to offer and her parents were understanding enough of the love that the two shared. They weren't exactly star crossed lovers; their romance was brief but sweet, and then they were wed.

Alina's pregnancy was not the easiest, and she was still pregnant when the revolution occurred. She had been inclined to throw her support behind the Xanilovs, but Xander had always been the more pragmatic of the two and convinced her that it would be safer, better to support the new royals. They did, and within the court they stayed, avoiding the battle and managing to both survive. They were wholehearted in their support of the new regime at first, though their cruel ways swiftly ensured that Alina was teaching her newly born daughter to keep her head down and to not trust those around them. She wasn't sure how many of these wolves were true supporters of their new regime and if her daughter was caught spouting support of the Xanilovs, well, it would not end well for any involved.

And so Irina was taught from birth to keep her head down and avoid catching the attention of their new rulers. Not all of those teachings stuck with her; she tended to pick and choose what of her mother's advice she followed. Much of what Irina followed religiously was in terms of her mother's advice was that the only one she could rely on was herself. No King or Queen would come to her rescue, nobility or not, and though she earned herself a few nips and boxes to the ears with her rebelliousness, Irina was smart enough to avoid the attention of most of the royalty.

She was only two years old when she left - her parents, however, chose to stay within Old Ebony, for they had come to feel safer in this oppressive, cruel regime than they would in the outside world. The familiar evil was better than the unknown evil, in their eyes. Irina did not share this view, and her independence had been growing clearer as the seasons passed and she approached adulthood. By the time Irina reached two years, she was entirely bored of Ebony and abandoned it without a word of goodbye. Her parents anticipated this, of course, for they had been with her since birth and knew her better than any. They did not choose to stop her, and if they were punished for Irina's abandonment she knows nothing of it.
HOW DO THEY FEEL ABOUT THE XANILOVS?: She's largely indifferent about them; to her, one ruling family is just the same as another and all that Irina has known throughout her life is the new rulers of Ebony. Her mother supported the Xanilovs in private, but Irina's father convinced her to support the new royals when the rebellion occurred to keep her unborn pups safe. This has left Irina solidly neutral about them - sure, she'd love to respect them, but there's no point in crying over spilled milk. In public, she tends to be less than supportive of them, mostly due to the circumstances of her old home, but in truth, Irina has no opinions on them one way or another.
PLANS FOR THEM: I would love for her to meet some of the Xanilovs and form her own opinion on them. Whether she'll like or dislike them is up in the air, but I want her to meet them herself. I want her to find a place around Alacritia to stay and for her to make friends and grow up more (and come to see that relying on others isn't a total weakness).

WE'VE GOT SOME RE-ADOPTS, FOLKS!

As is the way of adoptables, many fall by the wayside. These things happen. Luckily for the rest of you, it means I have incentive to make ART so that they get RE-ADOPTED!

AMBROS

that ambros art is making me drool:o

Here's some more incentive art for y'all. You know you want some Xanilovs...

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