» ares.

[&ATLAS.]

. they call me ARES!

ares . five . male . thestral . secretive . rude . loyal

All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.

appearance.
ares isn't someone you would bother taking a hard, second look at. he is quite passable as your average wolf indeed. perhaps he is a bit on the taller, more bulkier side, however- definitely a character built for the more physical demands of life. his thick, cream and gray fur hangs from his body almost in a royal like cape, seeming to always be on the long side. it tends to get a little raggedy and knotted sometimes, so he has a habit of taking a good bath almost every day. ares' eyes are typically narrowed into demeaning slits, making it hard to tell what the color of them is, but they are a very light golden brown. his body is quite obviously readied with hard packed muscles from twenty seasons of training. his top half is broad while his legs are very sturdy, complete with a big set of paws.

personality.
ares is everything your typical bad boy should be. on the outside, he's that arrogant, 'me! me! me!', mysterious shadow that hardly knows how to spell the word 'rules.' he has eyes for every female out there, and a quick mind that knows just what to say to wrap them around his paws. his gruff voice and bulky stance makes him seem a little dangerous, and even a little intimidating sometimes. he can be manipulative, and presses his luck to his benefit. he's also quite the cunning trickster, and manages to get himself out of sticky situations, such as major trouble, in the blink of an eye. so he definitely seems like the kind of canine you'd want to completely shy away from and not think twice about. but then, once you get to know him, ares sort of changes. his bad boy issues don't turn away, but he grows a new side to the equation. he is actually very kind to those he learns to care about, as well as overly protective. his jokes are very light-hearted, aimed to make other laugh instead of cause them embarrassment. and in a somewhat awkward way, this huge wolf tries to express his actual feelings and emotions. but only if he trusts you wont run away to tell the first you see that he really does of a heart.

history.
lataa.

If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.

family.
parents. »
alessandro, father.
hel, mother.
siblings. »
luna, sister.
mortis, brother.
keraun, sister.

likes.
» females.
» dry seasons.
» hunting.
» being bossy.
» joking around.

dislikes.
» other males.
» cold weather.
» being wrong/losing arguments.
» disrespect. (towards him.)
» being out of the loop.

When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.

username.
atlas.

characters.
the first in the family.

sample.

Vee.

The farm was such a relaxing place. It was a bit rundown, but the fields were always amazingly green and smelled of fresh air. The farmer's little house rested along a large hill, painted white. His family consisted of himself, a graying old man with harsh facial features; a naturally pretty, red-headed woman in her late fifties, and their four or five cats that came and went. Farther away from the farmhouse sat a huge, older barn that had been used for horses at one point. The barn was two stories, with the top floor having been torn out after a fire. Inside, the floor was made of concrete and hay. It smelled of musty, damp darkness when closed up, but in the warmer months, when the farmer opened the barn doors, it filled with light and fresh air. The farmer new that the pack came here, occupying his land during the spring and summer. The barn was a kind of temporary home for the canines, it provided a sturdy shelter and warmth, and the fields provided rabbits and squirrels. Sometimes, the two children of the farmer and his wife, away at college, would come visit them during the summer and over school breaks. The daughter was a snobby little thing, who hated animals and was constantly bickering about how her parent's had let everything get so bad. The son was much more laid back, with shaggy hair and sagging jeans. He was the one who had stumbled upon the sleeping pack one early morning, checking out the old barn and finding several curled up bodies of dogs. The farmer didn't mind them.

Vee didn't mind the family. She wasn't one for human contact- ever, but the two older adults never came to the barn unless it was to open it up or shut it down. The children were there for a couple of weeks at a time, and the girl she didn't like or trust at all. The boy however, was probably her favorite human. Or, at least, the only one she had even bothered with much. He had spoken to her softly upon finding her last year, and she'd let him pet her and fetch her some water. The husky had figured she'd be chased off, but that hadn't been the case. She had been welcomed, left alone, allowed to hunt each night in the grassy plains. It was an easier life for her during the warmer days, when she had a place to live that was indeed hers, she didn't have to worry about hostile loners or angry Nobles, or even the Slum Dogs. And then she had invited some loners to stay with her, and that's how the pack had formed. The Bourgeoisie. They weren't the snooty upperclassmen, nor were they the lowly scum bags. Vee ran a smooth pack of clear thinking, less aggressive canines that were loyal, respectful, and were allowed to voice their opinions. They weren't dictated, nor were they totally allowed to do whatever they pleased.

This was all crossing her mind as the husky mix padded in a daze across the field, the sun glittering off of her black and white pelt, the grass warming her rough pads. She thought of coming home to her barn, as spring was now in session. She thought of her new status of alpha, which had only occurred several months ago. She thought of her friendly back of six other canines, three males and three females. The were very different from one another, but they were also very interesting fiends. Yes, this is indeed what she was thinking about as she wandered on, coming across a very... odd, perhaps, sight. She was surprised with herself for not noticing the heavy scent of the creature, as he'd obviously been... tied up here for a while. And while this was technically Bourgeoisie land, loners were still always allowed to pass by. Perhaps this was what this male had been doing when the fence that surrounded the fields, originally horse pastures, had attacked him. As she stared at the incredibly, actually quite hilarious scene before her, her mind registered what had happened. The male was stuck underneath the fence, which had caught on something- either his neck fur or a collar he could be wearing. He'd apparently tried slipping through the little pathway that had been dug up by the pack to get to and from the barn.

Vee stood motionless for a moment, watching the canine. He was panting, clearly tired from struggling for who knew how long. Taking a few strides forward, she could see now that it was definitely an old collar that held him in place. one of the many disadvantages of having a human owner. "Ahem.." she cleared her throat heavily, "perhaps I could be of some.. assistance?" She was generally awkward around strangers, but the fact that this poor soul was obviously worn out and the simply hilarity of the situation made her ease up. Her voice was light and her mismatched eyes sparkled as she came closer, coming from his viewpoint. She raised her head out of habit, clearly an unneeded statement that she was heading this part of town.

other.
» speech.
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[LOST.]

beautiful!
i love it. :]
ares is, of course, more than accepted.
i'll put ares as a subordinate for now, and then you're welcome to post in the registration topic in thestral stats with whatever rank you so desire.
and lastly, you may begin roleplay!