Eros

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Characters Name: Eros
Species & Breed: Dire x Mexican Wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years
Pack/Group: Auryn
Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Eros is a big, broad-shouldered wolf with an imposing demeanor and a warm smile. His bulk stands at least a head taller than the majority of most other wolves. He is a gentle giant with a full, thick silvery tan pelt cloaking his bulky body. His underfur is a sliver white that matches the color of his tail tip, and the toes of his paws are a slightly darker shade of gray. Grayish patches cover his back, as well as the back of his neck and top of his head. His white-furred face gives the impression of an older wolf, though Eros is still rather young. Dark brown stripes make their way down his hindquarters towards his hind legs, reaching about midway down his flank. His eyes are a deep, crimson brown. The brute has brownish red eartips, and dark brown grey stockings reach down in arrow-shaped markings to his forelegs.

3 Strengths: Head-on fighting; brute force combat; determination.
3 Weaknesses: Strategics; stealth; speed.
Personality: Eros' huge, imposing presence has the tendency to make other wolves shrink away in fear, but truthfully, the large brute is nothing more than a sweet personality housed in a big body. He learned early in life that others are easily intimidated by his size, and strives to make up for that with his outgoing, gentle persona. He is not the smartest wolf, and is the first to admit that he has far more brawn than brains. Eros prefers to spend his days lazing around his den and wouldn't hurt a fly -- unless, of course, that fly is threatening those whom he considers family. If so, he will stop at nothing to protect those close to him. His determination is possibly one of his best qualities, paired with the brute attack force packed behind his muscular body. What he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in a one-on-one fight. Though he may not always have the right or smartest answer, he is always willing to listen to his packmates if they have a problem, or just need to talk.

Family Members: Mother: Syn. Father: Asylum. Full sister: Pfrost. Full brother: Telu. Half brothers: Tyrann, Ares.
Past: Eros was born to two loner wolves named Syn and Asylum outside the border of a large pack far from the lands of Keyara. Born along side him were his littermates, Telu and Pfrost. They grew up like any other pups would, playing and growing. When they were nearly a year old, their father Asylum seemingly went insane. He heavily injured Telu, almost fatally, and eventually Pfrost and Eros were able to drive him away. This event shook Eros deeply, and it is an experience he has never quite recovered from. After a few months, their mother Syn took a new mate. Disgusted by his mother taking a new mate so soon after her last one had almost killed him, Telu left his family group and ran off to find a life for himself. Crushed by their brother's leaving, Eros and Pfrsot tried to go after him and find him, but were unable to find his trail and so returned to Syn and their new surrogate father, Kegai. The next winter, Syn bore a new litter of pups, two males called Ares and Sekar. The winter was harsh, and with two newborn pups, Eros, Pfrost and Kegai had to work doubly as hard to provide for the whole family. Miraculously, both pups lived, and grew up strong. Sekar, however, soon began to show personality traits of his power-hungry stepfather Asylum. When the younger litter was two years old, Sekar did the unthinkable and murdered Syn before turning on Kegai, injuring him to the point of death while Pfrost, Ares and Eros were out hunting. When they returned to the scene, Sekar attempted to turn on them. Kegai, struggling to take his last breaths, urged his remaining children to run. The three obeyed, turning tail and fleeing. Briefly, Eros took a stand against Sekar in order to give his siblings time to run. Eventually they lost the insane wolf, and Ares expressed a desire to join up with the wolf pack that bordered the land that they roamed. Pfrost and Eros chose to leave, exploring the land until they came across the territory of Keyara, where they joined as Scout and Warrior.

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Roleplay Sample: Black-padded paws beat a rapid tempo against the moist ground as Hakan plunged through the forest at a quick pace. Rain plunged down from the sky in soft, pattering waves, one after another. It drowned the dark, damp forest in the thick, heavy feel of Mother Nature after a long storm. And it had, indeed, been a long storm. Hakan sneezed some water away from his nostrils as he ran. He figured that he had been running for five hours now. He couldn’t really tell—the black storm clouds have stolen the sun from the sky, taking away the only method he had to know what time of day it was. It felt like years since he had run here, into this forest to seek shelter from the horrible confines of his own mind. The fevered panic that had gripped Hakan's entire body and driven him to flee had loosened its’ hold, but a sharp pain still pulsed though his mind in time with the accelerated pounding of his heart. The nightmare had been so real. When Hakan awoke from it, the despair leftover from the dream was so tangible that the loner had been driven into a run, running far, far away, as though he could outrace the nightmare. The tan brute shook his pelt, shivering as he felt the cold rainwater dripping down onto his skin. His thin summer fur was proving no protection against the elements, and the rain had long since soaked through it. But the discomfort of the cold storm rolling around him was nothing compared to the inner turmoil of his own mind. In the back of his head, Hakan registered that thunder was rumbling in the distance. Something was telling him that this was the first thunder he'd heard, and with thunder came lightning. It meant that the storm was getting closer, worsening. He could be in danger. But all of this knowledge was little but a muted droning in the back of his head, drowned out by the chaos that was his thoughts...

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