:: Charrie Condo ::

[animalgoddess]

LEGEND OF THE CHARRIES!
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Lorèl
Snowflake
Taurin
Xeno
Sparrow (yet to be added)






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THE WOMANIZER HAS ARRIVED!
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There are many fish in the sea... Unfortunately, I prefer she-wolves[/center]


Name: Lorèl
Pronunciation: Low-rrr-ell, Lorèl.
Gender: Male
Age: 3 1/2
Eyes: A deep sensation of gold, with slightly orange tints given from his natural heritage.
Fur: He mainly has a white-coat, which is weird judging by the fact that he is originally a Iberian wolf (otherwise known as a Spanish wolf.) But considering the fact that his breed was mixed with another, it seems acceptable. His white coat is also gently sprinkled with a sandy kind of color. His coat resembles something like… butterscotch…?
Appearance: Lorèl doesn’t have anything really special about his appearance. He keeps himself clean, however, and that is usually the best considering his reputation as the “Ladies Man.” He doesn’t have many scars; just the usual little cuts here and there given from natural experiences. He doesn’t have quite a large amount of muscle, but he has some. Lorèl has a lean-figure; and for some odd reason is known not to grow a very successful winter-coat.

Personality: Lorèl was originally a “Ladies Man” type of wolf, and still has his perverted-side. But every since he fell in love with Love (that sounded funny), he has successfully rid himself of his urges to mate and has settled for just that one she-wolf.
He is a very coy kind of wolf; sneaky and always smirking. But he isn’t the kind to use that trait in a mean way; quite contraire, he uses it in a more… alluring way.
Lorèl always taunts and teases his mate in the ways of love; being experienced in its giving and its taking, just as his mate is. He is playful and will often initiate play between himself and his pups.
Lorèl truly adores water, (much detested by his mate) and usually swims around, coming home with either fish, or the smell of it. (No worries, he cleans himself regularly.)
Strengths: Lorèl is good at swimming, love & attraction, and somewhat good at hunting. (He’s better in the water then on land.) He has a somewhat-good amount of patience.
Weaknesses: Lorèl is lean and not built for fighting, he still has his lusts to control and finds it very hard to be a father and support more than just himself, he is constantly fluttery around Love and sometimes finds it hard to control himself. And last but not least, he can’t hold himself back when presented with either a sexual-temptation, or when he is angry.

History: Lorèl was always the wolf to initiate play with his siblings and other pack-mates. His father looked down upon such acts and would constantly squabble with his mate, Lucia to get rid of him. Lorèl was deemed useless by his father for his weak personality, and decided that if he couldn’t get rid of the pup, he’d make him better.
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I’ll insert some stuff later. Hence the reason that this is still a WIP.))
Lorèl was freshly in his first year by the time Félix Rodríguez de la Fuente and his company had come over to help re-populate the Iberian wolf breed, and had succeeded in capturing his family, himself included.
While being shipped across the Atlantic, Lorèl was separated from his family and spent a full year of his life traveling overseas, meeting exotic she-wolves, and living amongst the people secretly while other wolves aboard were placed in unknown lands to re-introduce their breed.
At each port, he would sneak off along with the numerous crates from the ship, and would introduce love to the lands, unknowingly helping with the population of wolves. But as the last wolves were landed, and the last crates were transported, he’d sneak back onto the ship and into a new adventure.
But then came the day when Lorèl was found upon the ship. He was tranquilized and transported to a land he knew not of. It was a land that was not a part of the Spanish Main that he was so used to circling through. It was the land of RotW. From there, Lorèl started a new life; but connected it to his past one by continuing his notorious reputation of loving the she-wolves. He started to know the land as Home.
He continued his reign until he met someone who could play his game…

She was the she-wolf who knew how to toy with his clever tongue and make him stutter,
She was the she-wolf who knew how to circle around him to trick that balance in his feet and make him trip,
She was the she-wolf who knew how to touch his heart rather than his body…
She was Love.

Metaphorically, and literally!
Lorèl was still in his prime when he met her. He was ready to mate, and ‘twas the mating-season; thus, he was in his prime. He and the temptress pranced around each other, with words prancing equally as lively. They tempted and they seduced. Through words and through actions, the two found themselves entangled in a web of love and lust. What they could not decipher, however, was whether or not it was Love or Lust.

After spending the season together in harmony, Lorèl and Love decided that it was most definitely love, and mated together, soon enough bearing pups. And to this day, their legacy continues to unravel…

((To read about their past together, click here))


Mother: Lucia (An Arctic Wolf who was shipped to Spain and died later due to the climate-change.)
Father: Cameron (A pure Iberian Wolf who died of old age.)
Sister 1: Lola (One of Lorèl’s siblings who dispersed.)
Sister 2: Mekie (One of Lorèl’s siblings who dispersed.)
Sister 3: Lareena (One of Lorèl’s siblings who died of hunger.)
Pack: Lorèl was originally in his family’s own pack until he dispersed to make his own pack. Unfortunately, Lorèl became addicted in the Mating Season, and kept as a loner, loving females for a part of his life before coming across the she-wolf Love, whom soon became his new addiction. He now finds himself making a pack with his mate, Love.

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THE "LAST" SURVIVOR
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When the going gets tough... Just get rough!

Name: SnowFlake
Nickname: Flake.

Age: 5 months. (Born second)

Birthday: January 1

Eyes: Golden, (like her father's) can glisten and catch any attention easily.
Coat: Pure, snowflake white. She is a very beautiful wolf. She has a slight, bare, pink spot under her eye. Two, actually, scars. They were given to her by a fight with a hawk, on one of her many first hunts. You usually wouldn't see it. She also wears the feather of the hawk, inside the flesh near her neck as a symbol of revenge to carry around, just as she now carries the scars given from the very fight with the hawk.

Abilities: She is an amazing hunter and has above average speed, and very nice bite. She will come home with a grown rabbit, baby deer and even hawks! Her favorite hunt is birds.

Personality: Lovely, brave and very confident. She likes the male pups but doesn't show it very much. She’s very adventurous and smart. She isn't afraid of anything. She will fight when she needs too without hesitating. However, she absolutely hates water, but is fond of the snow. This is her first winter. She can't swim, either, but can leap well. [EDIT] Ever since her parents split, and both her twins died, Flake has become a more solemn wolf. She plays silently, and is usually wandering alone, quiet and depressed. She could really use a wish…

History: Snowflake’s parents have long since separated. At that time, Flake was sure that they didn’t want her, or her brothers. And so together, she led her siblings away from the den one night, determined to live alone and grow strong to make their parents proud. But the survival alone was too much for the pups. They were used to being fed, being able to snuggle with their parents for warmth. But as they ran away, there was nothing to shield them from predators, or the cold North-Wind.
--And so, Snowflake’s brothers, Jackie and Tubby died on the second week alone. Or so she thought... Unknown to her, was that her brothers had merely gone hunting as she slept, and lost their way back. And while Flake searched for them and came across their blood, she assumed the worst.
--The blood that they'd spilled while hunting was not because they had died, but because of simple wounds given from the buck they brought down.
--Snowflake was devastated. Utterly and in complete belief that her brothers had died. She knew herself to be the cause for their deaths, bringing them away from the safety and comfort of their den, to the harsh Wild… it was HER fault that they had died.
--So the young wolf treads alone. Her tears stain the Earth’s surface, and her memories stain her heart.


PARENTS: Safira (killed by an elk) and Lorèl (Alive and re-mated.)

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THE HELL-HOUND
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Life is just another way to say Death

Name: Xeno
Gender: Male
Age: Four Years

IMPORTANT Xeno is a cannibal and currently labeled insane.

Personality: Xeno lives up to his namesake, 'Mad'. He keeps his exterior rigid and intimidating so no one can see past him to his more vulnerable interior. He seems cold and distant, but he's more of the kind who prefers to be left alone due to past experiences. But not like any of that matters. Hes insane after all! Nothing matters! Not even survival! Xeno just lives to die, and treats his life without a damn care. Although that is what it seems. In truth, he cares very much and has a secretively cunning part of him, that allows him to fool others so strongly, that he doesn't even know it until he goes into his rare sober states. He was always teased at youth, and treats himself openly yet slightly self-consciously. He is VERY complicated and tends to have multiple-personalities.

Appearance: This male's coat is a great black, blending him perfectly with the shadows. His pelt's enemy is the sun, and so he prefers night over day. Xeno's deep ebony runs over a thick, long coat that hangs a bit to cover his stomach and undercoat.
One of Xeno's ears are flopped downward while the other is high and alert. His nose is black, along with his coat. He has a large set of fangs, that glisten. Some of his teeth are broken from past experiences, evidence of his torture. This wolf, Xeno, has an amazing set of pure-red eyes. They glisten and shine in the sunlight, and seem to glow in the moonlight. This shadowy-appearance does nothing to cover the large scar that reaches from the end curve of his left jaw, through his eye, and ending at the base of his left ear. So basically, he is a shadow-like black wolf with a silver scar that separates the left half his face. Although he has an enormous scar that reaches right on-top of his eye-lid, his eyes still shine brighter than that cursed scar. In the collision of that scar, Xeno's left eye seems to have a crack that reaches just through his pupil. He has a bit of a blur through the left eye's view, but other than that, he can see clearly. He has numerous scars over his body, but most of them are covered by his thick layer of black fur.

History: His mother had been next in line to take alpha position. But when she mated with the omega, all hell broke loose. Her father sent his betas out in search of his daughter's litter to kill all of them off. Without a hint of regret, his mother held him to it. She had tried to get her pups out in time, to get them to safety... but Xeno was the soul survivor. So young, he did not understand what crime he had committed before he could even speak. His mother would sneak out to fend for her child, until her father caught news of his existence, and slaughtered his daughter and his mate. It was only then that he understood the concept of life- Cold and unforgiving. He was treated as the orphan that nobody cared for. Other pups teased him for multiple reasons. Perhaps it was because they thought him to be dumb, or mentally challenged. Well... Those pups ain't seen a real challenge until Xeno had finally lost it and rebelled against others. Killing what he could, without mercy. He built himself around his past, and soon went insane.. he was heartsick and broken. He took out all his rage on a village he happened upon in one of his journeys. He made home on the outskirts, and at night he was sneak in to kidnap the children. No one quite knew what he would do to them. The lucky ones were the ones he killed. He was like a phantom. Seen by few, and spoke of by many. He soon mended his broken spirit, and ran away, far away; leaving nothing to his name. And he was forgotten, only spoken of in myths and only seen in nightmares. (by the way, let’s just say that Una, Nightmare and Xeno go back a while... I don't want to spoil it.)

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