Rowan;;

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ROWAN

"I choose death before dishonor
I'd rather die than live down on my knees
Bury me like a soldier, with my dignity."

this is me in the flesh,

NAME: Rowan
NICKNAME(S): None, and he’d likely rip you apart if you tried to give him one.
PRONUNCIATION: How it sounds
POSITION: Freior

taste the sky,

AGE: Five years
GENDER: Male
BREED: Great Plains Wolf
HEIGHT: 42 in.
APPEARANCE:

Click for reference – imagine more black in the face.

Much like his species commands, Rowan is a muscular, powerfully built wolf that towers over most others. He stands a total of forty-two inches, weighing in at a hulking one hundred and seven pounds. His body is well-defined from hunting, hiking up steep mountain trails, and a healthy diet. His fur is thick, even more-so along his neck and chest. It is a silvery color that shines beneath the moonlight, with the exception of his face, where the faintest hit of ebony tips the fur along his right cheek and muzzle. The black-tipped fur continues along his spine and sides, although much more spread and significantly less noticeable than his face, unless one is truly looking. His eyes, narrow shaped and keen, are an icy gray color, flecked with bits of blue around the pupil. His toenails are a gray so dark that they are almost black, and his nose is an ebony that matches the places on his pelt.

thoughts that make me go insane,

PERSONALITY:

Most wolves with nasty temperaments have reasons as to why – Rowan, however, has none. Ever serious and crude, he says what he means, and typically means what he says. Even as a pup, Rowan wasn’t one for idle play or wasting energy on overrated emotions. He is often times considered to be grumpy and harsh, but these accusations have never bothered Rowan in the slightest. In fact, he enjoys being considered unapproachable, because he does not like to be bothered in the first place. He has very little tolerance for friendship, and even less for romance. To befriend Rowan is a feat, as it is very difficult to earn the male’s trust. Because of this, getting acquainted with Rowan on a romantic level is even more difficult. No one, thus far, has achieved it.

Despite his heartless honestly and cold disposition, there is one thing that Rowan feels very strongly about: loyalty. As a young brute, Rowan was honed into a warrior, and this has been the one thing that he is determined to put to use. When Rowan finds a monarch that he pledges himself to, he will stand by their side through every decision, every war, until the very end. Having been bonded like this once before (see history), Rowan learned much about discipline and honor over his period in his alphess’ service. Rowan, when bonded, pledges himself whole-heartedly, giving every inch of his soul and his body to whoever he sees fit to take it.

all over my shoulder,

FATHER: Dorwin
MOTHER: Elia
SIBLINGS: Avery [f], Gavin [m], Ash [m], Sorrel [f], Willow [f]
HISTORY:

Rowan was born to two very strong parents, along with five other pups – two other males and three females. His parents had been a good match, compatible despite the lack of affection in their relationship, and their litter of pups was their proudest accomplishment. As soon as the pups were old enough to comprehend lessons, their father began to teach them of hunting, of fighting, of honor. Even nestled against their mother’s warm belly, they listened raptly while the winter wind howled outside of their cave. Rowan, ever the serious pup, took his father’s lessons very seriously. By the time he was old enough, he was eagerly learning to hunt and spar. Rowan’s largest brother, Ash, was his favorite partner to spar with, shortly followed by his sister, Avery, who was even fiercer than all of the pups combined. He loathed Avery’s hot temper, however, sneering at wild emotions even as a young male.

As the pups grew, Avery and Ash continued to compete with Rowan, who was a fierce warrior and the most serious of them all. Sorrel and Willow, the twin females, were the weakest of the pups, preferring to talk and toy with the older brutes of the pack instead of learn to fight. Shortly after the pups turned one, Willow and Sorrel were sent to a faraway pack by their father, who was ruled by his sister, their aunt. Rowan has never forgotten the disappointment in his father’s eyes as he sent the twins away, snarling about how pups should not be so eager to behave like harlots, and swearing that honor would be beaten into them.

With only Avery, Ash, and Gavin left, Rowan tightened up his training. Every day he would run miles upon miles until his legs burned, or would seek out stags in the forest and take them down. As he grew in size, so did his targets.

When Rowan was nearing two years of age, his father took him on a hunt to inform him that he would leaving to join the same pack that Sorrel and Willow had been sent to. Fearing that he had somehow disappointed his father, Rowan was swiftly informed that he was not being sent for his failures, but instead for his value. His father’s sister, an ageing queen named Maude, ruled over the northern mountains with a will of iron…and she was requesting Rowan’s service as one of her warriors. So the next day, Rowan set out for the north, accompanied by two older members of his father’s pack as guards.

It was a treacherous journey during the winter, and took many moons. When Rowan finally arrived, exhausted but determined to succeed, he was brought before Maude, who gazed at him with sharp blue eyes. All around her, her pack stood rapt and still, seemingly awaiting her every command. Even Sorrel and Willow, who Rowan spied lurking towards the back of the gathered wolves, stood straight and stone-faced, when only a year before they had been giggling ninnies. Rowan admired Maude’s court more than anything, so when he was trained by her existing warriors and scouts, he put every ounce of his will into succeeding. Half a year later, after pushing his way up through the ranks, Rowan was named Maude’s personal guard. She could have awarded him with no greater honor.
As time wore on, Rowan became known in the north for his determination, but also his brutally harsh personality. When Rowan was five, nearing the peak of his physical capabilities, Maude was in her tenth year of life, and became sick. When she passed, her loss shook Rowan more than the loss of his parents, who had died months earlier. Maude’s firstborn replacement, a hellish brute that Rowan did not particularly like, took up the throne, and immediately began to sniff after Sorrel. Rowan had no interest in serving the heir, nor his sister should she be named alphess, so he respectfully resigned from his cherished position and left the mountains – to make a life of his own.

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Accepted.