Benji

[Benji]

Name:Benji

Age:3 Years

Gender: Male

Breed:Mexican Wolf

Desired Rank:Gentleman.

Element:None.

Origin of Ability:[size-12]Physical.[/size]

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Appearance:Dark like the night as it cascades across the open sky, blending softly to ash much like the tar that hardens over the land when the mighty volcano's erupt. Small hues of copper can be seen under his darkened pelt and it almost looks like the lava that follows suit, slowly dying as the crisp air hardens its core. Much like his own. Despite the beauty that his sister beholds, he is just as handsome with a soft face with eyes of silver places firmly into his brow. A little larger than his sister his overall length is 4.3ft and at 28" at the withers. Weighing a whopping 85lbs and of mostly fur, he is strong and brute like, a prized fighter of his litter mates. Always giving his sister Belle, the prodigy, a run for her money.

"Judging a person does not define who they are... It defines who you are."

Personality: Jealous. Vicious. Crude. Just to name a few of the horrible things that have been said about him, never the less they are the truth. Benji is not your most friendly wolf of the pack and he can be quite a grump. Finding that he is usually by his sister's side or along side the Delta. The darkened male can be generous when it comes to certain things such as food and possesions, but when it comes to women he is dominant and polite. Not having a liking for males, Benji will take himself away from the situation for it's fear that stops him from fighting. However, he is quick to play the "Brother of the Alphess" card to other's in the pack hoping to stay in the regal leader's shadow, when other males try to challenge. A brute in every way, Benji is reserved and to himself, and very quiet. Silence will always be a better friend to you than Benji.

"Three can keep a secret if two are dead."

History:Rain poured outside the den, water dripping down in a continuous stream that made a puddle upon the ground, and cried echoed from within the cave of distress and torture. As the rain poured steam rose from the hot ground, it sizzled and crackled as the cold water caressed the dying earth. Life was given a second chance as the god's graced Albion with new growth all around, whether it be mammal or plant. As the earth cooled, the warm ground provided strength and comfort as the wolves whom stood above anxiously awaited the arrival of the heir to the thrown. However, only time would tell, but it was a blessed start when a medic arrived and spoke word to the pack of three kin born to the Alpha. They rejoiced and praised to the cultivator for the blessing he had given them, it was strength in number, and loyalty in heart. Caimath celebrated that evening, howls rang out throughout the night, and the resounding happiness followed even as those three pup's grew.

Out of three, only one would become heir to the throne, and only one with the power would rule. It was simple for them to understand while they were young, not a care in the world, but each of them knew one day someone would become the successor to the pack. For a few short months, each of them were able to enjoy the precious life that would soon be taken from them, for training and daily regiments were to start at six months old. Each pup would then be separated by their element and forced to train daily with those like their kind, an apprentice to their trade. Knowledge being the number one importance to the pack, without the mind, one would fail. Second would come trials of powers, only being able to master three for your one element unless it was bestowed by a Sage or Alpha. Last, a young wolf would them bloom into their gifts of three and become a warrior or hunter in their field, helping train others and learning new things. All by using the power of mind and body. It was no easy feat but Benji barely survived.

As a young male and a potential heir to the thrown, at an early stage Benji knew that he was far different than his sister. Growing into a sizable young man, Benji struggled to find his element and his capabilities. Not sure knowing if he was Water or Earth, but he longed for the passion of Air and Fire having the slight power to set small leaves on fire. Although never telling anyone, Benji practiced daily trying to cultivator such powers but eventually they faded when he matured. Now not having anything to control, not finding his balance in the world. When his pack found out about this, they were forced to come to a decision, leave Caimath to Belle whom was away learning her elements to become a leader. They would train her when she returned and eventually they would leave, leaving their son of nothing to fend beneath his sister. For is she wish, she would be able to grant him an ability, even if his natural born were dwelling deep inside. Benji thought about following his pack, but decided that if he was going to rule someday, he would have to do it stripped. Taking down a powerful leader with no talents of his own, it would take mental strength over physical, and the heart strings he would pull with the emotions flying high in the air. It was all a matter of time before Belle would crumble, or so he thought.

“To take command, one must first create the illusion that command is already in your possession.”

Joining Keys:Removed. -The Cultivator.

Example Post: Not Needed At This Time.

How did you find us?:Founder and Co-Creator.

[Alphess Belle]