Volcano Pack:                 

Wolfgang is a young Alpha, stern and harsh to most, or at least, in the beginning, he might seem that way. He is a strong and gifted Wolven who appears large for his breed, though he has a soft heart and does not wish for harm or to frighten others, merely requiring only the well being and safety of his pack and loved ones. He has been around for some time, his ages ranging in the realm of 21 and two, ensuring that he is indeed an adult, further giving him a bit of experience and knowledge about life, especially considering he was a former loner. Originally born into the pack, Wolfgang left several years ago to carve out his own path and make his own way, to gather his own intellect and broaden his horizons...in addition, there was also the fact of his demon to aid in his tough decision, a creature that has been attached to him since birth, a vile being that will not leave him be or let him rest in peace, even in the deepest, darkest hours of the night. It is a blood thirsty being, a hungry creature that craves the sweet essence of flesh, something Wolfgang often finds he has trouble controlling, especially in battle, where it has been known to get the better of him, and to envelope his normally reasoning, protective psyche in a dark place where all time is lost, and all sensation is halted. During these "black outs" if one may call them, Wolfgang himself is unaware of what happens, and what is going on, he only knows that the demon has taken over, that the evil entity has gained some sort of hold and control, and there is little to naught he can do about it. During these times, it is best to stay away from him, for the beast that Wolfgang becomes does not recognize or distinguish friend from foe, and will often violently attack and lash out at anything which dares to move in his path. This is one of the main reasons that Wolfgang decided to leave, coupled with his longing to see the world and get to know more about it, and in the process, himself. He wanted to be away from people and pack so that he would not have to fear hurting or angering them with his demonic behavior, while at the same time seeing what all there was to see. Roaming about as a loner seemed the best way to do that. And so he spent several years doing just that, wandering about aimlessly, learning about life, and just how unfair and cruel it can be, even meeting up with and spending about a year with his current mate and the Alpha Female, Cortana before they split up and went their separate ways, if for no other reason than their paths at that moment in time seemed to differ. Eventually, Wolfgang heard of and became aware of the war that was going on between the packs, and began his long journey home to the place of his birth to offer his services and see if he could be of some kind of aid - no matter how slight it might seem, he could at least have offered a sliver of hope, or so he thought. Upon arriving on the pack grounds, he discovered from the pack's only apprentice at the time, Konata, that the majority of them were wiped out, decimated, though Bloody Ice had been seen too, and that both their Alphess, Crystal, and their Beta, Glitch, were missing, never having been seen or heard from again in all the time that had passed. Though he was never one to have been made for the rank of Alpha, Wolfgang could not just turn his back on those he once loved and cherished above life itself, and so remained, rising to occasion and taking over the rank as Alpha himself, even though he had no birth right as to such, he figured his leadership, as raw and untrained as it may have been, was better than nothing, and so here he remains today, still learning, still figuring things out, and doing his best just to keep the dwindling pack afloat. He tries, oh, he tries so hard, but his people skills, due to his demon and his loner nature, make it difficult to interact, and he finds he struggles in making certain decisive decisions that could later translate into life or death matters; in addition, he comes across as a rather cold and uncaring leader, in part due to his lack of social niceties, and in another aspect, due to the distance he places between himself and others - never wanting to get too close to another living being for fear of what he may do to them when in the throes of his demonic state. He has not one, not two, but three forms, each and every single one as varied as the sun is from the stars, as the sky is from the moon. His first, the normal, everyday appearance that most are lucky enough to see, is a large greenish gray black wolf with a white stripe across his chest, as well as his muzzle, the fur along his head standing in a sort of rift, and curling ivory horns that glimmer about his head. In his human form, he is tall and lanky, with a lean, toned build, always wearing black clothing so that he better blends in and conforms to the essence of the night, where he feels most comfortable and where he in turn, feels the most at home. His hair in this form is white, shaved short on one side and pulled over to gift him with bangs upon the other; various piercings litter and line his facial features, chiseled and handsome though they may be. The eyes, the most startling feature of all, are two toned, and bicolored, in both this form and his wolfish variations. One is a deep, blood colored crimson red, the other, a bright, vibrant, and minty green. There are midnight black colored markings in the form of wings stretching across the broad expanse of his shoulders, for despite his natural Wolven blood, he is quite large and buff for his age, very nicely toned and built. His tail is long and fluffy, curling about his back and paws whenever he lifts it up in show of his dominance, or dragging in the dust when he decides he does not care to show his rank, and is merely hauling his half dead carcass in from yet another late night patrol on his own, something he often does in an attempt to save the lives of his pack and improve upon their safety, fearing the consequences should he take another living, breathing being with him if something were to happen, if his demonic side should be awakened. His other form, the demonic one, is very similar to this one, the main figure he currently inhabits, the only differences are that he grows bigger, or at least appears to, and seems to be far more muscular and more finely built in this form than the last, in addition to the fact that the horns about his head curl to resemble that of a ram's. His eyes, already so startling in appearance and nature, become more so, as the green fades to a dull, more opaque shade while the red goes noticeably brighter, signaling that the demonic half of his mind has taken over, and craves, lusts, for the sweet, delectable taste of blood and only blood. Often times, it is this scent or sight that drives him into this state, for while he can control it to a certain extent, the constant sight or repeated stench of such a scent awakens the darker nature of his being, bringing and calling forth the entity that has resided in him for so long, since the very moment of his entire birth. His third and final form is that of an equinox - meaning his fur turns midnight black with glittering red embers littered throughout, the horns become red and demonic, the eyes shift into another spectrum as well - the iris becomes a demonic, blood red, while the sclera, what is normally white, tones into a deep black. He is of average size in this form, however, and in most cases, retains complete and utter sentient control. As of yet, he still has all of his lives. He does not trust easily, nor does he often forgive, holding the darkness and grudges close to his heart and clutching them in his grasp, unable to let go for fear of just how he might retaliate. He is, however, gentle and caring to those he loves, his tone softening, his eyes glistening in the darkness or the light, whatever the case may be, if the person in question is truly someone he loves and/or cares intensely for. 

Mated to Cortana

No Children

Powers: Demonic State, Form Shifting, Spirit Howl

Theme Song: Bad Moon Rising by Mourning Ritual

Lives Left: 5

Cortana's information is coming soon.

Mated to Wolfgang

No Children

Powers: Beast Shadow

Theme Song: ??

Arcadia is a female Wolven with black blood. She aims to be the lead warrior but will settle for warrior or field medic despite her skills in battle. Although 2 years of age, Arcadia can look much older as she bares scars from battle. She has multicolored eyes ranging from pink to blue, almost having a radioactive look to her orbs. It is hinted that she has dire wolf ancestry as her canines rest against her lower jaw and her claws are slightly longer than an average Wolven's. Her pelt are shades of grey with scars of pink scattered across her physique. As a human, Arcadia ages to be 20 and reaches to be 5'2". She has raven black hair that is mostly kept in a bun to stay out of the way in combat. Her gentle and slender physique hide how strong she truly is. With pale ivory skin, freckles are scattered across her body and her usually plump red lips are colored a dark brown as her eyelids are shadowed the same. Arcadia isn't evil, but neither is she good. She is independent and tends to do things on a whim. She is quick to protect pack mates. She may be unpredictable, but her behavior is not totally random. She is a natural leader but prefers to stay behind the limelight unless needed otherwise. She can be labeled as "chaotic neutral". She can control toxins, dematerialize, and regenerate others as well as herself. Arcadia does not have a mate or family. She does have a few pet black mambas. She has all 5 lives left.

Powers: Toxin Control, Dematerialize, Regeneration

Lives Left: 5

Themesong: Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash

The rank is open, you must ask for it.

Always open. There are currently two medics.

 Hazel is quiet and tends to keep to herself. She's not particularly social and prefers to sit by herself most of the time. She also happens to be a bit on the stubborn side; not always asking for help even when she should. She doesn't like to feel defenseless, useless, or like a burden upon others. Her blindness brings on a depression when she feels any of these or she feels like she's making others feel this. n her wolf form she is an all cream color, with one dirty gray sock on her left paw and leg. Her eyes are a clouded blue grey color, with single, long slashes down both her eyes. She's really small in both her human and wolf form; being mistaken for a teenager rather than an adult. In her human form she is rather short, only coming up to 5 feet tall. She has medium length blonde hair which she keeps tied back in pig tails. She wears an all black shirt and sweatshirt, with long black pants and a blind fold that she uses to cover her eyes. She's very self conscious about her blindness. She wasn't always blind, her eyes were scratched; which caused her scars, by a jealous ex-mate. She use to hold the position of hunter, but now with her blindness she has learned the way of healer and is very happy helping wounded packmates.

No Mate

No Children

Powers: Healing others, Earth

Lives Left: 5

Themesong: Monster by Meg and Dia (DotEXE Dubstep Remix)

Out on Mission - Unknown date of return.

No Children

Powers: Healing, Spike Generation

Lives Left: 5

Themesong: Every Storm (Runs Outta Rain) by Gary Allan

Aspen is a very bright and energetic young female. She doesn't let much get to her and tends to bottle up her feelings that are anything other than happy. She prefers to only see the positive in things; no matter how dark or bleak they seem. She's always up for adventuring and exploring. She ends up acting more like a pup rather than the mature wolf she is. It tends to get her in more trouble than it's worth, but that never seems to get her down. She's either down to earth or a million miles away with her head in the clouds, there is no in between. She's very sweet although she's quick to let people know that even though she's small, that doesn't mean she's a door mat. She's a thin long legged wolf. She has white fur almost covering her entirely. Besides her mane, legs, undertail, ears, and between her shoulders; which all happen to be black. She has scars covering her front legs; all self inflicted. In her human form she is a little on the short side, only being 5'2". She has long platinum blonde hair and eyes that look soft brown but flash red when the light hits them right. She's always wearing her black sweatshirt and favorite band t-shirt with some big headphones; which she uses to rock out her favorite songs or block out the world. She grew up being scrutinized, her parents both being alphas, from a long line of alphas; and she was the smallest of the litter...the runt. She was picked on, and disowned by her parents. Her position went to that of something below an Omega. Although the Omegas are the ones who taught her to survive and how to be positive even when things look horrible.

No Mate

No Children

Powers: Pending

Lives Left: ??

Theme: Freaks by Timmy Trumpet ft. Savage

Apprentice: Konata

Konata is a young female that was abandoned here by her mother in pretty rough shape, left to die because she was too much of a burden to be cared for, too much of a hassle for the busy woman to look after. Konata was born as a Dire Wolven to two Dire Blood parents, though her father never wanted her, and so left the small family even before the child's arrival into this world. Her mother, embittered by the decision her mate made, brought about by his dislike for pups, blamed her daughter for the betrayal and severely neglected her, often leaving her alone in the woods to starve and fend for herself, keeping her existence hidden for a brief time. Eventually her mother's pack found out, and in righteous fury, punished the older fae severely, ensuring that Konata was both brought into the pack and properly looked after. But this did little to help her already ruined relationship with her mother, and when the older woman wanted to take a journey, to get to know Konata better, to make up for her past mistakes, the pup jumped at the idea. She had no inkling of what was in store for her. Konata's mother took her out under the pretense of hunting, telling the gullible teen she was going to teach her how to hunt the larger game, the better prey, proceeding to track a grizzly. Upon finding the large bear Konata's mother pushed her in its path, leaving the teen to fend for herself and to die at the vicious claws. Miraculously, she survived long enough to make it to Volcano Pack, though she now carries the scar of it on her shoulder, a long, grueling blow that robbed her of her first life, as it became infected while she wandered. If not for the kindness of Volcano Pack, she might not have made it at all. In return, she has remained, training and honing her skills so that she might someday become a warrior. In her human form she is just fifteen years old, only about 1 1/2 in her wolf figure, her coat is coal black, patterned and alternating with spans of brilliant, flashing gold, the form sleek and slender, with a lithe build. She is larger than the average Wolven, due to the Dire Blood that courses through her veins, in addition to being one of the rare Blue Bloods that roams the lands. She was gifted with brown hair as well as a creamy, delicate white skin in her human form, coupled with the fact that she retains a petite, almost too skinny, figure, due to the years of abuse she suffered at her mother's hands; she is considered a bit short in this form, being only about 5'3" and weighing in at 110 lbs. The style she employs for her hair is usually a mixture of things, Konata will often pull bits of it back into a bun and leave her bangs hanging down, along with the back and rest of the body of her brown locks; a braid is woven into the bottom layers, and often trails along her shoulder. The attire is a black shirt that hugs her frame, curving down to reveal only the barest hint of her chest, three quarter inch sleeves covering the upper parts of her arm, while a mesh type thing she wears beneath is exposed below the cut off of the over shirt, which ends just above her inferior abdomen. A silver studded belt wraps about her hips, accenting the black pants and boots that clad her lower body; a tight black necklace enshrouds her neck. The eyes are an alluring silver whatever form she takes, drawing one into their molten orbs, though Konata herself is extremely shy and timid when meeting new people, for they make her uncomfortable with all their questions and chatter, preferring to keep to the shadows and quiet herself. She often plays the submissive role in the face of high rankers, for the simple fact that she is intimidated by them, having only ever known cruel abuse or gentle tolerance of her presence, avoiding most conversations. Konata will shy away from others, backing away when approached and lowering her head, keeping her tail close to her body, her form taunt with nerves, voice never rising very high or well, often remaining soft spoken and meek. She is an unlikely candidate for a warrior, and has little sense of self worth, believing herself to be stupid and completely useless even in the best of times, on the most joyous of days. Konata doesn't look at the world as a glass that is half full, instead being rather gloomy, and often wondering what the point is, though she is fiercely determined and strong-willed, not to mention loyal; she, however, doesn't recognize these redeeming qualities, though she has never admitted it to anyone, just as she has never revealed the brutal truth of her upbringing. Her social skills are sorely lacking, for she was denied the chance to develop them early on in life.

No mate

No children

Powers: Necromancer, Endurance

Lives Left: 5

Theme Song: Saving Me by Nickelback

Mentor: Aspen

Information is pending; she is the daughter of Anala and an unknown male, making her the half sister of Wolfgang Windwalker, the Alpha of the pack. 

No Mate 

No Children 

Powers: Spirit Howl, fire element, animal possession 

Themesong: Try Everything by Shakira 

Mentor: Pending

Rayla's information is coming soon.

Too young for a mate

Too young for children

Powers: Beast Shadow

Lives Left: 4

Theme Song: Pending

Mother: Unknown

Father: Ivan