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"But the thing is, even if I could go back, I wouldn't belong there anymore."
- Ccz
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B A S I C S

Name: Boreas   Pack: Stonehaven

Sex: Male   Trade: Tradewolf

Age: Adult   Task: Acolyte

Height: 88cm   Weight: 44kg

Build: Tall, Athletic, Muscular Condition(s): None

Scent: Heather & Granite moss Voice: Deep & Velvety
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Character Archetype: The Everyman
Moon Phase: Hawthorn "The Illusionist"
Astrology Sign: Ophiuchus
Celtic Zodiac: The Hound

P E R S O N A L I T Y
[Benevolent || Equanimous || Somber || Thoughtful || Loyal || Self-reliant || Free-spirit || Compliant || Impassive || Private || Distant || Sensitive || Brooding || Tortured || Shiftless || Defensive]

A gentle giant, Boreas is a benevolent soul at his core. He is slow to anger and remarkably patient, but because he is not expressive in the slightest, his tender disposition is often obscured by the shadow. What most see is a tortured individual defined by melancholy. Falling out with his family has left Boreas guilt-ridden and listless. He has always been somber of mien, but age and misfortune have broadened his capacity for brooding. He is distant, keeping others at arm's length and rarely showing amity much less affection. He is difficult to get to know and even harder to understand, prone to sudden changes in mood and having a proclivity for depression in particular. A loner by choice, Boreas is individualistic by principle and very self-reliant. He can be excessively private, oftentimes to the point of secrecy. He has nothing to hide but himself, however, keeping his feelings close to his chest. He is a free spirit by nature and thus has little love for laws, nor is he overly fond of Stonehaven's strict hierarchy. But while autonomy is of great importance to him, Boreas is not the type to rebel against authority and tends to submit to wills much greater than his own. Burdened by so much regret and remorse, Boreas no longer feels qualified to make the right decisions and would rather someone else make them for him. Confused and directionless, he has more or less fallen into step with a higher power as a means to cope. He is shiftless in this regard, lacking ambition and doing only what his superiors expect of him. He can be sensitive at times, especially where his past and familial ties are concerned. Closed off emotionally, Boreas quickly becomes defensive when his feelings are called into question. He does not like to explain himself because he simply does not know how to. Emotionally underdeveloped as he may appear, Boreas feels deeply. He is very thoughtful, often lost to the wiles of his own mind. While he might not have the sharpest of wits, he is one to think critically and carefully before making a decision or reaching a conclusion. Socially withdrawn, Boreas is a wolf with few friends, but he is endlessly loyal to the ones he has. He can be fiercely protective of the ones he loves, having no qualms with blurring the lines between right and wrong if it means keeping his loved ones safe.
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Myer Briggs: ISFP(A) "The Adventurer"
Enneagram: Type 4 "The Individualist"
Attitudinal Psyche: FLEV "The Alchemist"
Socionic Type: SLI "The Craftsman"
Global 5 Type: RCUEN
Temperament: Phlegmatic
Alignment: True Neutral

B A C K S T O R Y

Born to Eos and Astraeus, Boreas and his brothers were welcomed into the world during a time of unprecedented peace. Born second, he was the largest of the four and naturally fell into the role of the silent protector. He felt it was his duty to watch over his littermates and keep them safe, but not out of trouble, for that was firstborn, Zephyrus', part to play. Eurus' wild, rebellious spirit kept them on their toes, but it was small, frail Notos who commanded the family's attention.

In the beginning, the brothers were inseparable, but as time went on, cracks in the foundation began to show.

Kindling to Eurus bright fire, Boreas was quiet and frequently overlooked. Eos took to Zephyrus and Astraeus took to no one. By the time he reached adolescence, Boreas had accepted that it was his fate to be left alone. But rather than let jealousy consume him, the secondborn embraced solitude, growing from a self-sufficient pup into an independent youth. But he also became emotionally closed off and distant in the process, cold as the north wind for which he was named. Somewhere along the way, he'd become convinced that his problems could never amount to those of his peers, and so he never complained and never confided. He suffered in silence, unable to effectively communicate his feelings.

Boreas was a juvenile when the Alpha's brother murdered his mate. By then, Malaysia had begun sowing seeds of mistrust and weaving tales of magic and promising greatness to those who heeded her wisdom. The family kept to themselves during these uncertain times, Boreas especially. He had long since begun to feel like an outsider looking in, often left to his own devices while the rest of the family squabbled. He had given up on meddling in his brothers' affairs. Zephyrus was better suited for that sort of thing--or at least much better than Boreas, who always seemed to lack the right turn of phrase. All attempts to make peace with Eurus ended in frustrating failure, and after a while, he stopped trying. They were all lost to him, it seemed, for one reason or another.

Eos was devoted to Zephryus and they were devoted to Notos. Notos was devoted to Father's approval and Eurus was lost to his grievances.
Father was beholden to nothing.

He was always alone.
Until he met her.

He was young when he first saw her. Left to wander the glen by his lonesome, he found her down the slope where the brook met the Ithunn. She was alone too, sitting beside the water, watching the current carry the fallen leaves downstream. Their eyes found each other from across the divide, but the moment was fleeting. Both looked askance and averted their gaze. Boreas hastily continued his walk while she minded her leaves, not saying so much as a word in greeting.

Their paths crossed again and again, but never did they exchange names or pleasantries. Neither had acquired a taste for conversation, it would seem. Still, Boreas was curious about the lonely girl. He wanted to know her, so he would learn in the only way he knew how to: watching and listening. He would observe her while she sparred with her brother, their training overseen by a strict father. Watch as she hunted small game in the glade. And every evening, when the sun sunk below the Ithunn's canopy, casting its long shadows, he would find her by the brook. She was always watching the stream and he was always walking the well-worn path through the forest, but never did they meet in the middle.

By the time he was an adolescent, Boreas had memorized her daily routine, coordinating his own so that it would coincide with hers. He hoped to catch a glimpse of her. She was like him in many ways, or so he was inclined to believe. One day, however, she broke her usual pattern and was nowhere to be found. Boreas took to worrying, searching the United Pack's vast expanse of territory. Eventually, he learned there had been an accident. She had been injured, and his heart sank. He was not just curious, he cared for this stranger. They did not need to be friends, they did not need to share words - just the familiarity of her face was a comfort.

He was pushed to make a change, seeking her out during her recovery. He was not the first to break the silence, but he was eager to keep filling it. Kindred spirits indeed, the pair became fast friends. Hours that were once spent in isolation were now spent in each other's company. They did not always have to talk; looks served them just fine.

His family might have arrived on Soren's Coast together, but they left separately. Things had gotten worse. Like the pack around them, the family had begun to fracture. The den they all shared began to feel cold, and Boreas would spend many nights away, wandering the moonlit wilderness. Some nights his favored companion would walk by his side, others were spent in solitude. Even the loneliness that haunted him was preferred to needless squabbling.

The pack's health deteriorated, and each season brought new hardships. Had they been a family united, perhaps the burdens weighing on their young shoulders might not have seemed so impossible to bear.

By now, the cracks had turned to fissures, and every new day brought new arguments.
One day brought death.

He had been hunting when he heard them. Mother and Eurus were close by. They were fighting again, and Boreas had been tempted to turn around and head the other way. But he kept moving forward. Perhaps he was not done trying to make a difference. Not quite. The scene he stumbled upon could have easily been mistaken for a nightmare had he not caught Notos' bright pelt amongst the foilage. The Fourth vanished into the dense undergrowth, leaving the Second with the Third. It was not until Eurus spoke that he forced himself to look at Eos' body, to acknowledge the grim reality.

When had she gotten so frail?
Had he never noticed before?

His body moved without thinking, and he was at his brother's side in an instant. He had never been much good at giving comfort, but he had always been good at listening. And so he did, his face an impassive mask as the grief-stricken Eurus described the altercation as a terrible accident. Boreas believed him without question, for how could he consider the unthinkable? Resolving to shield him from Father and Zephryus' fury, Boreas lead Eurus away from their mother. He was determined to make this right for him. After years of trying, this was the very first time he had been able to reach Eurus.

It would also be the last.

When they returned to the family den, Astraeus and Zephyrus were waiting for them with Notos. The youngest brother had already given his report, and three pairs of accusing eyes stared back at them. Boreas stepped forward, finding his voice at last. He told them that he and Eurus had found Eos, that she had been dead before they arrived. He blamed it on the island and its seasonal reapings.

Not knowing what side to believe, Astraeus became enraged and lashed out at his sons. He banished them from his and Eos' home, renouncing them in the same breath. Boreas was stunned. He had not expected their father to react in such a way.

Confused and in shock, the brothers unwillingly stuck together in the days that followed. Osirus had gone missing, but Boreas had become reclusive, and did not aid in the search. He did not want to see anyone. He did not want to do anything. He kept hidden from his family, even from his dearest friend. The night after Osirus' vigil, the brothers came together to decide their future, but Boreas remained transfixed on the past. Greif and guilt had left his mind in a state of ruin.

He revealed the truth: he caused Astraeus' anger. He had lied.
So he told the truth.

Chaos erupted. Eurus felt betrayed. Zephryus and Notos were angry. By the time the moon had risen in the night sky, the family broke again. Boreas was left alone in the aftermath. Confused, lost, and desperate for direction, he was quickly swept into the growing movement that would late become known as Stonehaven. While he did not share in Haven's radical ideology--not fully--their way of life appealed to him. Khepera's teeth seemed like an ideal place to hide himself away and stew on his regrets. The strict hierchy would make his decisions for him--there would be no more mistakes. No more lies. And what was more, his work as an Acolyte could save lives. He could learn how to excise magic, maybe even put an end the seasonal deaths. It could be his way to atone. He desperately wanted to do something good with his life after all the misery he sowed. And perhaps there was a small part of him that resonated with notions of havenbound warmongers.

Was he not a villain also?
He lied about his mother's death, destroyed his family bonds, and abandoned his only friend. Maybe he was deserving of this pack of villains.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Family

Parents: Astraeus (father) Eos (mother)

Siblings: Zephyrus , Eurus , Notos

Grandparents: Unknown

Aunts & Uncles: Unknown

Extended: Unknown

Mate: None

Offsprings: None
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Identity & Orientation
Gender: CisMale
Pronouns: He/him
Sexual Orientation: Graysexual
Romantic Orientation: Grayromantic
Love Language: Receiving Gifts
Preference: Female
Status: Single

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Description

"But the thing is, even if I could go back, I wouldn't belong there anymore."
- Ccz
•••

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B A S I C S

Name: Boreas   Pack: Stonehaven

Sex: Male   Trade: Tradewolf

Age: Adult   Task: Acolyte

Height: 88cm   Weight: 44kg

Build: Tall, Athletic, Muscular Condition(s): None

Scent: Heather & Granite moss Voice: Deep & Velvety
•••
Character Archetype: The Everyman
Moon Phase: Hawthorn "The Illusionist"
Astrology Sign: Ophiuchus
Celtic Zodiac: The Hound

P E R S O N A L I T Y
[Benevolent || Equanimous || Somber || Thoughtful || Loyal || Self-reliant || Free-spirit || Compliant || Impassive || Private || Distant || Sensitive || Brooding || Tortured || Shiftless || Defensive]

A gentle giant, Boreas is a benevolent soul at his core. He is slow to anger and remarkably patient, but because he is not expressive in the slightest, his tender disposition is often obscured by the shadow. What most see is a tortured individual defined by melancholy. Falling out with his family has left Boreas guilt-ridden and listless. He has always been somber of mien, but age and misfortune have broadened his capacity for brooding. He is distant, keeping others at arm's length and rarely showing amity much less affection. He is difficult to get to know and even harder to understand, prone to sudden changes in mood and having a proclivity for depression in particular. A loner by choice, Boreas is individualistic by principle and very self-reliant. He can be excessively private, oftentimes to the point of secrecy. He has nothing to hide but himself, however, keeping his feelings close to his chest. He is a free spirit by nature and thus has little love for laws, nor is he overly fond of Stonehaven's strict hierarchy. But while autonomy is of great importance to him, Boreas is not the type to rebel against authority and tends to submit to wills much greater than his own. Burdened by so much regret and remorse, Boreas no longer feels qualified to make the right decisions and would rather someone else make them for him. Confused and directionless, he has more or less fallen into step with a higher power as a means to cope. He is shiftless in this regard, lacking ambition and doing only what his superiors expect of him. He can be sensitive at times, especially where his past and familial ties are concerned. Closed off emotionally, Boreas quickly becomes defensive when his feelings are called into question. He does not like to explain himself because he simply does not know how to. Emotionally underdeveloped as he may appear, Boreas feels deeply. He is very thoughtful, often lost to the wiles of his own mind. While he might not have the sharpest of wits, he is one to think critically and carefully before making a decision or reaching a conclusion. Socially withdrawn, Boreas is a wolf with few friends, but he is endlessly loyal to the ones he has. He can be fiercely protective of the ones he loves, having no qualms with blurring the lines between right and wrong if it means keeping his loved ones safe.
•••
Myer Briggs: ISFP(A) "The Adventurer"
Enneagram: Type 4 "The Individualist"
Attitudinal Psyche: FLEV "The Alchemist"
Socionic Type: SLI "The Craftsman"
Global 5 Type: RCUEN
Temperament: Phlegmatic
Alignment: True Neutral

B A C K S T O R Y

Born to Eos and Astraeus, Boreas and his brothers were welcomed into the world during a time of unprecedented peace. Born second, he was the largest of the four and naturally fell into the role of the silent protector. He felt it was his duty to watch over his littermates and keep them safe, but not out of trouble, for that was firstborn, Zephyrus', part to play. Eurus' wild, rebellious spirit kept them on their toes, but it was small, frail Notos who commanded the family's attention.

In the beginning, the brothers were inseparable, but as time went on, cracks in the foundation began to show.

Kindling to Eurus bright fire, Boreas was quiet and frequently overlooked. Eos took to Zephyrus and Astraeus took to no one. By the time he reached adolescence, Boreas had accepted that it was his fate to be left alone. But rather than let jealousy consume him, the secondborn embraced solitude, growing from a self-sufficient pup into an independent youth. But he also became emotionally closed off and distant in the process, cold as the north wind for which he was named. Somewhere along the way, he'd become convinced that his problems could never amount to those of his peers, and so he never complained and never confided. He suffered in silence, unable to effectively communicate his feelings.

Boreas was a juvenile when the Alpha's brother murdered his mate. By then, Malaysia had begun sowing seeds of mistrust and weaving tales of magic and promising greatness to those who heeded her wisdom. The family kept to themselves during these uncertain times, Boreas especially. He had long since begun to feel like an outsider looking in, often left to his own devices while the rest of the family squabbled. He had given up on meddling in his brothers' affairs. Zephyrus was better suited for that sort of thing--or at least much better than Boreas, who always seemed to lack the right turn of phrase. All attempts to make peace with Eurus ended in frustrating failure, and after a while, he stopped trying. They were all lost to him, it seemed, for one reason or another.

Eos was devoted to Zephryus and they were devoted to Notos. Notos was devoted to Father's approval and Eurus was lost to his grievances.
Father was beholden to nothing.

He was always alone.
Until he met her.

He was young when he first saw her. Left to wander the glen by his lonesome, he found her down the slope where the brook met the Ithunn. She was alone too, sitting beside the water, watching the current carry the fallen leaves downstream. Their eyes found each other from across the divide, but the moment was fleeting. Both looked askance and averted their gaze. Boreas hastily continued his walk while she minded her leaves, not saying so much as a word in greeting.

Their paths crossed again and again, but never did they exchange names or pleasantries. Neither had acquired a taste for conversation, it would seem. Still, Boreas was curious about the lonely girl. He wanted to know her, so he would learn in the only way he knew how to: watching and listening. He would observe her while she sparred with her brother, their training overseen by a strict father. Watch as she hunted small game in the glade. And every evening, when the sun sunk below the Ithunn's canopy, casting its long shadows, he would find her by the brook. She was always watching the stream and he was always walking the well-worn path through the forest, but never did they meet in the middle.

By the time he was an adolescent, Boreas had memorized her daily routine, coordinating his own so that it would coincide with hers. He hoped to catch a glimpse of her. She was like him in many ways, or so he was inclined to believe. One day, however, she broke her usual pattern and was nowhere to be found. Boreas took to worrying, searching the United Pack's vast expanse of territory. Eventually, he learned there had been an accident. She had been injured, and his heart sank. He was not just curious, he cared for this stranger. They did not need to be friends, they did not need to share words - just the familiarity of her face was a comfort.

He was pushed to make a change, seeking her out during her recovery. He was not the first to break the silence, but he was eager to keep filling it. Kindred spirits indeed, the pair became fast friends. Hours that were once spent in isolation were now spent in each other's company. They did not always have to talk; looks served them just fine.

His family might have arrived on Soren's Coast together, but they left separately. Things had gotten worse. Like the pack around them, the family had begun to fracture. The den they all shared began to feel cold, and Boreas would spend many nights away, wandering the moonlit wilderness. Some nights his favored companion would walk by his side, others were spent in solitude. Even the loneliness that haunted him was preferred to needless squabbling.

The pack's health deteriorated, and each season brought new hardships. Had they been a family united, perhaps the burdens weighing on their young shoulders might not have seemed so impossible to bear.

By now, the cracks had turned to fissures, and every new day brought new arguments.
One day brought death.

He had been hunting when he heard them. Mother and Eurus were close by. They were fighting again, and Boreas had been tempted to turn around and head the other way. But he kept moving forward. Perhaps he was not done trying to make a difference. Not quite. The scene he stumbled upon could have easily been mistaken for a nightmare had he not caught Notos' bright pelt amongst the foilage. The Fourth vanished into the dense undergrowth, leaving the Second with the Third. It was not until Eurus spoke that he forced himself to look at Eos' body, to acknowledge the grim reality.

When had she gotten so frail?
Had he never noticed before?

His body moved without thinking, and he was at his brother's side in an instant. He had never been much good at giving comfort, but he had always been good at listening. And so he did, his face an impassive mask as the grief-stricken Eurus described the altercation as a terrible accident. Boreas believed him without question, for how could he consider the unthinkable? Resolving to shield him from Father and Zephryus' fury, Boreas lead Eurus away from their mother. He was determined to make this right for him. After years of trying, this was the very first time he had been able to reach Eurus.

It would also be the last.

When they returned to the family den, Astraeus and Zephyrus were waiting for them with Notos. The youngest brother had already given his report, and three pairs of accusing eyes stared back at them. Boreas stepped forward, finding his voice at last. He told them that he and Eurus had found Eos, that she had been dead before they arrived. He blamed it on the island and its seasonal reapings.

Not knowing what side to believe, Astraeus became enraged and lashed out at his sons. He banished them from his and Eos' home, renouncing them in the same breath. Boreas was stunned. He had not expected their father to react in such a way.

Confused and in shock, the brothers unwillingly stuck together in the days that followed. Osirus had gone missing, but Boreas had become reclusive, and did not aid in the search. He did not want to see anyone. He did not want to do anything. He kept hidden from his family, even from his dearest friend. The night after Osirus' vigil, the brothers came together to decide their future, but Boreas remained transfixed on the past. Greif and guilt had left his mind in a state of ruin.

He revealed the truth: he caused Astraeus' anger. He had lied.
So he told the truth.

Chaos erupted. Eurus felt betrayed. Zephryus and Notos were angry. By the time the moon had risen in the night sky, the family broke again. Boreas was left alone in the aftermath. Confused, lost, and desperate for direction, he was quickly swept into the growing movement that would late become known as Stonehaven. While he did not share in Haven's radical ideology--not fully--their way of life appealed to him. Khepera's teeth seemed like an ideal place to hide himself away and stew on his regrets. The strict hierchy would make his decisions for him--there would be no more mistakes. No more lies. And what was more, his work as an Acolyte could save lives. He could learn how to excise magic, maybe even put an end the seasonal deaths. It could be his way to atone. He desperately wanted to do something good with his life after all the misery he sowed. And perhaps there was a small part of him that resonated with notions of havenbound warmongers.

Was he not a villain also?
He lied about his mother's death, destroyed his family bonds, and abandoned his only friend. Maybe he was deserving of this pack of villains.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Family

Parents: Astraeus (father) Eos (mother)

Siblings: Zephyrus , Eurus , Notos

Grandparents: Unknown

Aunts & Uncles: Unknown

Extended: Unknown

Mate: None

Offsprings: None
•••
Identity & Orientation
Gender: CisMale
Pronouns: He/him
Sexual Orientation: Graysexual
Romantic Orientation: Grayromantic
Love Language: Receiving Gifts
Preference: Female
Status: Single

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