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General
Appellation: Rosètte Valine Klarx
Pronunciation: rr-O-z-aye vv-ah-line Ck-ll-R-ck-ss
Aliases: Rosè, Ros, Ro, Val, Klarx
Dotage: 3 Years
Dialect: English (England)
Species: Mix of sorts.
Aroma: Coconut, Citrus, Spearmint and alcohol.
Lineage
Patriarch: Kalv Xavius Klarx
Matriarch: Mercí Von Klarx (Deceased)
Adoptive Matriarch: None.
Kin: Deceased
Birthplace: Waterfalls
Birthdate: November 18; 00:30
Horoscope: Scorpio
Love Life & Progency
Sexuality deemed as Heterosexual.
Desires none currently.
Interested/Intrigued by none currently.
Sexually craves no one at the moment.
Secretly resting beside none.
Currently engaged to none.
Matriarch to none.
Adoptive Matriarch to none.
Miscarried due to young age.
Widow to none.
Past lovers no longer living; unknown whereabouts.
Health Status, Ability Demographics, & Physical Description
Mental Health: Sane.
Physical General Health: Healthy.
Current Wounds: None to report.
Scars: Claw marks across her muzzle and chest. (Courtesy of her father)
Pregnant: Negative.
Ailment(s): None to report.
Is nocturnal.
Stealth: ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧
Stamina: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧
Swimming: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧
Climbing: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧
Agility: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
Speed: ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧
Balance: ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧
Endurance: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
Combat: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
Hunting: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧
Tracking: ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧
Rosè has a soft, short, thick silky coat fairly sleek to the touch painted of a gunpowder grey color. Being as sleek as it is, it does not mat when in contact with water but will with mud. She has a semi-athletic build, slightly more muscular on her legs and shoulders than the majority of her torso. She is considerably a bit taller than most females. Her markings are jet black and her left foreleg is virtually all black. She does have a silver mane complimented with white tips. Her eyes are bi-colored her left is a very faint blue and her right is a pale grey.
Affiliation & Occupation Information
Previous Affiliation(s): None to report; Loner status.
Previous Cohort(s): N/A
Current Cohort: Pack of Intrepidus
Current Affiliation: Pack of Intrepidus
Previous Occupation(s): Pup, Teen, Guard.
Current Occupation: Hunter.
Desired Ranking: Chief Hunter/Queen.
Persona & Relations
Ros is fairly reserved but is sociable. She prefers to observe the behavior of others before introducing herself. She is hardworking and almost always very respectful to those around her, given their ranking of course. Although quiet she will not hesitate to put anyone in their place. Displaying passive aggression that is condemned only by her patience. She can range from being completely hostile to gentle and care giving. Most of the time she is fairly passive. Just as her father she can become very bloodthirsty and craves bloodlust everyso often so do not be surprised to see her return with more than she can carry. Nor be surprised if she sits around and studies a spar or offers to participate in one.
She enjoys evening strolls, roses, swimming, tracking, and hunting on her spare time, stargazing, and cold climates. Her favorite meals are Caribou and Elk. Favorite snacks are Fish and Moles. She holds a soft spot for male pups, is tolerable of female pups, and any of whom are injured or ill within her pack. She enjoys lustful activities and blood lust.
Rosè dislikes hot climates, flowers (unless they are roses), and being unclean. She despises filth and the daylight hours. Fears that she has regard being single or an individual and not producing her own offspring as well as being seen as weak. (Although very unlikely.)
Background
(Trigger warning biography may contain obscene, graphic or sensitive information. You have been warned.)
Birthed by an unclaimed mistress a litter of three were born in the dead of night through the howling winds of an early winter snow storm. Proudly say the father of three although there were clear differences amongst the pups. Neither shared similar marking features except one. The other two were painted with velvet coats which did not match up to their proclaimed patriarch not added up to the peltage color of their matriarch. Subject to questioning by her “lover” the mother of three confessed her truth.
“I slept with two other males.” She confessed. Her confession rang through her partners auds as clear as day and danced within his mind.
He was disgusted by her actions and then spat his confession. His presence within her life had been nothing but a mirage. He did not love her, he did not even like her, or find her appealing whatsoever yet mated with her to simply procreate his spawns. In which he would choose his pick of the litter and slaughter the rest. Yet under this circumstance he chose two. The first born, whom so happened to be the largest, and the only female of the three. As a new mother Mercí refused to allow the gent to go anywhere near her newborn pups and thus snarled at the massive masked shadow before her. Within the blink of an eye her throat had been in his jowls and her frail bodice mutilated. He tossed her corpse aside unphased by the crunch of her bones breaking inside of their burrow. He opened his maw and there sunk his fangs within the warm and tiny body of a pallid tyke, of which he could have easily eaten, although did not savor this craving upon his palette. He aggressively shook the mewling pup within his jowls and threw his tiny bodice around within the den. More bones crunching and crackling about. He was well aware that his pups would need milk therefore kept the bodice of their deceased mother within the den for the remainder of the evening yet knew he would have to find a new individual to aid in caring for the two.
In less than a day he had found his seregate. A new single mother who’d lost her litter due to youthful age was happy to aid in the care of two new pups. The two pups who’d be deemed his children. His spawns. Would be marked by his claws, his son endured both wounds done by claws and fangs. The two would grow up only knowing this mistress as their mother unaware of the blood shed against their true matriarch. He raised them to view their seregate mother as their own true mother, she was close enough in similarity to the two that it did not seem at all questionable that she was their mother. Except once they had finally weened away from milk he chased that mistress away too. Telling his young spawns she had run away with another.
He raised his children brutally, very rarely unleashing any form of pup-like behavior around them. He exposed them to a number of tasks yet was fond of one of the two. His one and only daughter. At the age of one he chased out his eldest son, oblivious to the facts Rosè his little Rose, remained under his wing for another four months. Mating with a local gent who was then found slaughtered mercilessly the following day. She held fond memories of her father unaware of is bloodthirsty ways. Although, she knew. The way he killed, the way he taught them to kill presented how vicious he could be. His punishments also shared a clear image of what his capabilities were but, he raised both her brother and her to be as heartless as he was. As fierce and as angry when killing as he was. Every mole they slayed, every hare they slaughtered, every bird they beat senseless taught his spawns what they were capable of.
Affiliation & Occupation Information
Previous Affiliation(s): None to report; Loner status.
Previous Cohort(s): N/A
Current Cohort: Pack of Intrepidus
Current Affiliation: Pack of Intrepidus
Previous Occupation(s): Pup, Teen, Guard.
Current Occupation: Hunter.
Desired Ranking: Chief Hunter/Queen.
Persona & Relations
Ros is fairly reserved but is sociable. She prefers to observe the behavior of others before introducing herself. She is hardworking and almost always very respectful to those around her, given their ranking of course. Although quiet she will not hesitate to put anyone in their place. Displaying passive aggression that is condemned only by her patience. She can range from being completely hostile to gentle and care giving. Most of the time she is fairly passive. Just as her father she can become very bloodthirsty and craves bloodlust everyso often so do not be surprised to see her return with more than she can carry. Nor be surprised if she sits around and studies a spar or offers to participate in one.
She enjoys evening strolls, roses, swimming, tracking, and hunting on her spare time, stargazing, and cold climates. Her favorite meals are Caribou and Elk. Favorite snacks are Fish and Moles. She holds a soft spot for male pups, is tolerable of female pups, and any of whom are injured or ill within her pack. She enjoys lustful activities and blood lust.
Rosè dislikes hot climates, flowers (unless they are roses), and being unclean. She despises filth and the daylight hours. Fears that she has regard being single or an individual and not producing her own offspring as well as being seen as weak. (Although very unlikely.)
Background
(Trigger warning biography may contain obscene, graphic or sensitive information. You have been warned.)
Birthed by an unclaimed mistress a litter of three were born in the dead of night through the howling winds of an early winter snow storm. Proudly say the father of three although there were clear differences amongst the pups. Neither shared similar marking features except one. The other two were painted with velvet coats which did not match up to their proclaimed patriarch not added up to the peltage color of their matriarch. Subject to questioning by her “lover” the mother of three confessed her truth.
“I slept with two other males.” She confessed. Her confession rang through her partners auds as clear as day and danced within his mind.
He was disgusted by her actions and then spat his confession. His presence within her life had been nothing but a mirage. He did not love her, he did not even like her, or find her appealing whatsoever yet mated with her to simply procreate his spawns. In which he would choose his pick of the litter and slaughter the rest. Yet under this circumstance he chose two. The first born, whom so happened to be the largest, and the only female of the three. As a new mother Mercí refused to allow the gent to go anywhere near her newborn pups and thus snarled at the massive masked shadow before her. Within the blink of an eye her throat had been in his jowls and her frail bodice mutilated. He tossed her corpse aside unphased by the crunch of her bones breaking inside of their burrow. He opened his maw and there sunk his fangs within the warm and tiny body of a pallid tyke, of which he could have easily eaten, although did not savor this craving upon his palette. He aggressively shook the mewling pup within his jowls and threw his tiny bodice around within the den. More bones crunching and crackling about. He was well aware that his pups would need milk therefore kept the bodice of their deceased mother within the den for the remainder of the evening yet knew he would have to find a new individual to aid in caring for the two.
In less than a day he had found his seregate. A new single mother who’d lost her litter due to youthful age was happy to aid in the care of two new pups. The two pups who’d be deemed his children. His spawns. Would be marked by his claws, his son endured both wounds done by claws and fangs. The two would grow up only knowing this mistress as their mother unaware of the blood shed against their true matriarch. He raised them to view their seregate mother as their own true mother, she was close enough in similarity to the two that it did not seem at all questionable that she was their mother. Except once they had finally weened away from milk he chased that mistress away too. Telling his young spawns she had run away with another.
He raised his children brutally, very rarely unleashing any form of pup-like behavior around them. He exposed them to a number of tasks yet was fond of one of the two. His one and only daughter. At the age of one he chased out his eldest son, oblivious to the facts Rosè his little Rose, remained under his wing for another four months. Mating with a local gent who was then found slaughtered mercilessly the following day. She held fond memories of her father unaware of is bloodthirsty ways. Although, she knew. The way he killed, the way he taught them to kill presented how vicious he could be. His punishments also shared a clear image of what his capabilities were but, he raised both her brother and her to be as heartless as he was. As fierce and as angry when killing as he was. Every mole they slayed, every hare they slaughtered, every bird they beat senseless taught his spawns what they were capable of.
