Xerentis Bombastic

Name: Xerentis

Gender: Male

Age: 4 Years

Pack: Pyrvanthros

Rank Requested: Hunter

Appearance:
Xerentis follows the standard protocol for appearance, exceeding to an average height of 32 inches to shoulder and potentially 110 lbs naturally. His coat consists of a tainted white, not so much as a winter-shade, but close to a dusted ebony rose in a sense. In the harsher months of winter, his coat becomes quite large in thickness, as most wolves would, providing him the appearance of being bigger than he truly is. These qualities conform from the bloodline of Tundra wolves before him, a purebred in all the right proportions as meant to be. Darker portions of white and grey sprinkle over his snout and backside, a mess of black surrounding his two toned eyes that gives him an almost feminine look to his obvious masculinity. Much like the mask of a raccoon, he has unique markings covering his precious hues. Light, ebony ovals frame over his muzzle and eyes, highlighting the color to his orbs which only grabs the attention of others. Amber, as dark and beautiful as the lava that seeps from the earth’s core, fills the iris of his right eye. Teal green, as mesmerizing as the ocean blue, colors the other. The two making an outstanding match despite the difference in pigments; sure to provide some stares, and a beautiful feature to add to such a plain face. He was not extraordinary in any way other than his eyes, to which define him and make him unique. Nevertheless, Xerentis will always remember who he once was by the scar across the back of his neck, which now to the majority covered in fur.

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History:
Deep within the mountains resided a monarchy, surrounded by thick walls of forestry in three arrangements. The history behind the walls could not be fathomed as to how they got there, or how they were made, but it was the best protection against the infected the pack districts had. Each region held a specific role in protection, which was watched over by the Garrisons, otherwise known as the Guardians - the Survey Corps, the Elites - and lastly the Police Brigade, which were the wolves in charge of protecting the center districts of wealth and royalty - the Betas. The Alpha resided at the pack region’s heart so that if any intruders were to come after them, much like in a game of chess, the Garrisons would be the first to pick them off. Though most usually in their stupor, the Elites would take over before the guardian wolves could ever receive a chance. Unfortunately for the pack, as soon as wolves reached of age, depending on their role in pack society, that wolf was to be instantly recruited to the warfare of protection or assigned to a place within their parents’ work. With the mysterious forest walls to serve as their only main defense against the rogued wolves that roamed the outlands. These rogues were none other than called the Titans. And while spiritual wolves praised the walls for their service, the outer walled districts were constantly on edge with the idea of the Titans being so close to their defenses. The first tree-thick wall was named Wall Maria, where four large districts lie within those barriers, including the Shiganshina district where the son of an infamous Healer was born and raised alongside his adopted sister and wise companion. Xerentis, a stubborn, hard-headed but determined little brute grew up with the strongest desire to work for the Elite squad regimen. Often, the Survey Corps would tread through their district from the outside after enduring several casualties to the Titans, lead by what became the pup's idol, Leviathan. They would disappear, heading further inside the walls to the center next to the royals until further needed for another expedition. His friend, Arminodin, inspired Xerentis’ curiosity to know what lay behind the walls, for most wolves would never recieved the chance to go outside them. The infested lands of Titans would consume them without a care. His adopted sister, who was taken in after her parents were killed from nasty traitors, Mikaysia, was against the idea of Xerentis joining the Elites to destroy the Titans. His parents weren’t too pleased with the idea either, in fact, and forbid Xerentis to follow his dreams despite them having no real choice in his future decision.

The pups were of adolescent age, nearing a year and the half when terror struck the Shiganshina pack district, the wailing cries of the pack wolves filling the air as one of the largest Titan rogues broke through the walls and found their region. Xerentis, Arminodin, and Mikaysia were close to the wall where the first Titan emerged passed, a trail of smaller ones to follow and terrorize the whole district back further into the pack grounds. The wolf, which was named the Colossal titan later on, had to be no less than 93 cm tall, which was towering compared to the normal common wolves. Another Titan, the armored Titan, was alongside the large wolf that day. Those that followed destroyed the whole region. That day, Xerentis and Mikaysia had lost their mother, eaten from a titan in front of them as a family-friend Garrison had taken them away. That day, everything had changed. All that they knew was a life full of danger, and that the Titans would keep at it. So called out-lying districts like Shiganshina suffered around the wall of Maria that day, and only half of their numbers survived the trip further inside the walls. Hours after the district had fallen, gossip had spread like wildfire throughout the interior. Meanwhile, Wall Sina, the inner wall, was questioning their defenses as to how to fix the issue with the Titans destroying and entering further into their ranks. During the evacuation for the pups, something inside Xerentis had seemed to of sparked, an undeniable rage and fixation to kill each and every one of the rogued, infected wolves that tormented the large pack and had killed his mother. In terrified haste, the center of the monarchy called upon the districts outside Wall Maria a lost cause, and was wiped clean and sent to the interior to find shelter. By the time all outer districts were cleared, the pups had reached full responsibility and maturity of their bodies and actions.

Refuges fought for food, and some starved from the amount of wolves pushed together in Wall Rose's districts. Those that resided their beforehand argued, and civil wars among the individuals broke out. Eventually the Garrisons had to separate them so that the Alpha did not exile them to the infested lands they all fought to avoid. The guardians who showed pity for the survivors disgusted Xerentis, in which later showed the laziness within their ranks, and those that showed their true colors during the time of death. The wolves did not deserve half the things they were given, and those that died, didn't deserve to die so soon. Arminodin was thankfully there to talk some sense into the actions Xerentis sometimes chose, while Mikaysia was there to bring him back to reality. She was always the more mature one, which angered the brute. However, the three stayed together and made sure they were all safe within the walls. The refugees were forced to work for the food-pile, but prey was scarce. Those that were old enough tried replanting the trees that aided the walls, making them tighter, and adding materials to strengthen the chances of titans breaking through. Being that the three were of two years old, they signed for the regimen in the higher ranks of fighting and defending. Training took about half a year, where Xerentis and the other two became stronger and wiser, more independent on survival and their skills to fight off titans grew to wonderful lengths. The brute graduated as the 5th best in the regimen, Mikaysia as the first. They met several others along the way that later became apart of their squad in the Survey Corps. Those that graduated the top of their class were automatically given the chance to join the Betas, but Xerentis declined the option as his dream was always to be with the Elites to fight outside the walls and destroy the titans, one by one. Arminodin and Mikaysia followed, without asking, being that together was the only option they'd follow until they'd die. Xerentis eventually accepted the idea, but was always filled with the guilt of being responsible for their actions. They were inseparable, though completely, undeniably indestructible as a whole. Over the time of their training, every thing seemed to of advanced around the three, along with the scouting regimen. The officials had made upgrades to all their defenses, which led to a month of peace from any intrusions.

It wasn't long into his second year of age after training did the districts get a run for their money. The Colossal Titan unfortunately made another appearance, disrupting the newly graduated Elites into action. Xerentis was the first to react, being the most collected and ready on his feet for a fair fight. Both the guardians and elites were there to fight off any advances the titans made into the walls. Meanwhile, some of the Garrisons were responsible of evacuating in case the Titans would get through Wall Rose, too. The gate to Trost had been destroyed in that time of fighting. Just as Xerentis had gotten into the field of the Colossal Titan's vision, it had disappeared into the walls before the brute had the chance to make an attack for the throat. On special orders, Mikaysia and Xerentis were separated, and though Mikaysia was reluctant to be apart from the brute due to her responsibility to watch over him, Xerentis ordered her to go. They were in need of all elite soldiers to cater to the walls, while Xerentis wiped out those that ran through the districts. During this time, the wolf used all his knowledge from what the wolves had collected about the rogued titans. Their strengths, weaknesses, fundamental information that made them apart from the average pack wolves. Since the Colossal Titan's disappearance, more titans had made through the walls, making havoc on the district and the scouting regimen a dangerous task to overcome despite them just graduating. Just as a titan had tried to make an advance and killed one of Xerentis' friends on top of it all, that same rage from a year prior bubbled up within the wolf once more. The rage to kill. To annihilate. He made his attack, sprinting across the district to reach the friend whom was now clearly dead beneath a titan wolf's paws. But due to his blinded rage, Xerentis was caught by another titan's jaw, nearly loosing his leg in the process, tripping helplessly forwards. In the same moment, Arminodin stood at the districts center, panic running through his veins, stillness washing over his body as he began to accept that the fight was over, and he was to die. A titan had been closing in on the poor wolf, meanwhile Xerentis lay wounded, cringing beneath the agony in his leg as he tried to get up. Before the rogue could even touch Arminodin, the brute reacted quickly, getting up and springing back into action with whatever energy he had left to save his defenseless companion from being killed. Jumping on top of the rogue, jaw wide, Xerentis pinned the wolf and instantly ripped out his throat to save his friend. As the blood ran into his mouth, the rage only seemed to grow, but as the iron-taste dabbled his tongue, memories came flooding back to the time he killed his father.

Towards the middle of the fight, the Elites finally appeared. Their stronger, wisely trained forces overcame the titans and slaughtered them without haste. After killing the one titan, the brute had condoned several in the time before the Elites finally reached the Trost district. He had saved Mikaysia, as well as Arminodin. He had no clue as to where this will to fight came from, what pushed him to kill each one, but he did so without remorse. He had convinced himself, as well as Mikaysia so often to the point of the only way to live was to fight, to keep fighting, to never stop, that that was the way to life now-a-days. The brute's deranged ability to attack the Titans with little experience prior to defeating some had not gone unnoticed among the Elites. With the help of Xerentis' range, a great majority of the rogues had been slaughtered before the Survey Corps unit had even arrived, however, their help was dully noted in the long run. By this time, the wolf had fainted due to over-stressing of the body and into Mikaysia's reach. During his moments of blind rage and killing of a few rogues, the Garrison had been watching, along with many of the common wolves of the districts. While unconscious, being aided by Arminodin and Mikaysia silently with the help of being guarded by his unit, Xerentis had become a fugitive in only a few minutes while the Titans still got passed the forest wall that protected them. It had awoken to be cornered, held by his friends and circled by several of the Garrison that had been struck by fear in the presence of him. The Garrison had wished to kill him, for he had made his actions out to be a danger. The brute, confused and suddenly worried, hadn't had any idea of what was going on in those moments, though by the words they whispered, he started to remember what he had done. The engineering crew had helped advance against the Titans in buying some time during Xerentis' trial whether he be killed or kept for good use. Fortunately, Arminodin was able to scream some sense into the Garrison enough to give the wolf a trial, in which was helped defended by the Elite squad. He had Pixis, commanding lead of the Garrison squad, higher than the individual that almost led the attack to kill Xerentis where he stood. The Survey Corps agreed to defend him in order to use him for the better - in which he was able to kill several rogues once after claiming his innocence. Leviathan, squad leader of the Survey Corps, beat Xerentis purposely to display he was no danger willingly to the commoners and Garrison. He had played along with this act so that he live, which left several proud scars behind out of acceptance. He later earned a relationship with the squad leader, being that they were both fine individuals that were worth a squad alone.

Once claiming his importance as a whole, Xerentis finally was initiated as one of the scouts with most of his unit beneath Leviathan's commands. It had been originally just Mikaysia and Xerentis as scouts, but once after a tragic incident of not being able to find the courage to fight back, Leviathan had lost his first squad unit to the Titans as they tried defending Xerentis from being captured. Long story short, there revealed another Titan among the mists, a female one in particular, which was quite rare from the rogues despite their ability to keep reproducing. Most females were presumed to stay behind for the rogues, though that eventually changed when the Female Titan arrived in seeking out to find Xerentis. On a large expedition to the outer walls where he was originally from, the rogued fae had come after them with a field full of others behind her. Leviathan had led the squad safely around the brute through a large territory in the open to one of their pack's, but unfortunately, while protecting Xerentis, his squad perished under the jaws of more titans. That day he will never forget, for it was because of him that his commander had lost his squad - eventually replaced with Xerentis' unit from the very beginning after graduation. Eventually, the wolf overcame this state and re-earned his dignity in defeating her before she broke through one of the last walls. When the Female titan met her last stand, dying instantly as Xerentis ripped out her throat in the process, he was granted the rank just beneath Leviathan in co-leading the Survey Corps to unstoppable victories against the titans that tried to defeat the pack's strength. As a year passed, year three for Xerentis and his friends, the Colossal Titan was revealed as one of their own, as well as the Armored Titan. Beartooth and Rhino, the individuals who were identified as the titans, were executed immediately once they were captured. Their whereabouts however lay a mystery to them. Arminodin became very well known in the unit by his quick thinking and strategic ability so much to the point he was offered the rank of a leading commander, too. However, he denied the position and happily remained at bay where he was as their successes only grew and the rogues only decreased around them. Mikaysia leads a unit in the Garrison in watching over the outside walls daily, commanding several a day in protecting what is rightfully her family. Historia, once known as Krista, had been unveiled as the new Alphess of the pack when her bloodline was unleashed to the public. The Alpha ruling the pack at the time was a fraud, having made deals behind the pack's knowing with the Titans so that he remained on the throne in return. Once Historia defeated the Alpha, she claimed the crown in leading the pack to victory, exterminating all the titans in the area. As Xerentis had promised himself as a young brute, his goal was to rid the world free of titans and grant peace to the walls that surrounded them finally. Once this goal had been reached, he felt a sense of relief and happiness finally. Alphess Historia allowed the Survey Corps, Garrison and Military Brigade to keep their positions as followed in case anything ever happened again, though most retired to the families they had left.

As the titans were claimed to finally be eradicated, no longer a worry to the pack, Xerentis and Arminodin set out in living among their own. They retired from the pack under Alphess Historia's permission and journeyed to the world outside the forest walls like they had dreamt before. They remained like this for several months until Arminodin wished for a family of his own and retreated back to a life in the walls again. During the summer, after revealing to himself that a life without defeating the titans was meaningless, as well as being without a family, Xerentis understood the importance of what a pack may bring him. However, his goal was never to return to the walls of being corralled again, but to find a pack that held the ability to have free reign of the open world. With this, he traveled far and wide for months, only to stumble onto the lands of four packs to choose from, but where was he to start?

Joining Keys: They were here a minute ago...- Desoto

How did you find Age? Rogue Mjölnir

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The dampness to his coat seemed to crystallize over the course of time from when he first entered the large ice formed wonderland. Tiny icicles lined the follicles of hair against his chest, however he didn't seem to pay too much attention to it, for it didn't bother the roguish fellow from cleaning himself off. He simply shook his muzzle to rid the crystals forming at his chin, the rest of his fur seemingly fine with the surrounding ice walls and drop of temperature. The blood staining his paws made for a small snack until it had finally been cleansed, only now leaving the numbness from the floor, and slight heat from his tongue, to cater to each pad. With winter on the rise, he noticed more traces of 'his kind' in the area, more so than he had in the warmer times. The idea of it all was strange to him, he couldn't quite see the reason behind it, except that there were more inviting themselves inside the lands. Tales speak of youngsters from a rogue female about the area, though Mjölnir failed to find any despite the fact he dreaded the idea of failure to an ideal feast. He simply shook his mind free of such negativity as the sound of paw-steps crept into his field of hearing.

His pupils dilated to the scent of a large, male wolf, shuddering silently as a grin twitched at the corner of his lips. This was far better than he had ever expected, a pack wolf turned rogue perhaps? An exile or a petty loner say it be the least, he thought, remaining still in the darkness of one of the many twisting cave's paths. So many questions, though not enough to make him beg at the paws of another to know their tall tale as to how they ended in such a dangerously wonderful place he called home now. Mjölnir paid close attention the direction the steps, judging by the hesitation on where exactly he was heading. The sounds seemed to bounce off the ceiling and surrounding ice made walls to show how truly large the place was. He hadn't noticed this quite before, but it was crystal clear then to him and caused his curiosity to spur. As he reached to his four paws, the brute drew a challenging smile as he used the echoing to his pleasure. With his mouth close to one of the walls, he spoke in a playful ton, "..Looking for me?.." The same voice rolled off the ice and reciprocated throughout the cavern in three rounds until it deceased. Though just as he had begun to play his own game of sorts, the male stiffened to the illusive feeling of a cold, eerier air around him. He tried blaming it on the ice and the numbness in his paws, but the images still haunted him. Clearing his throat, the images cleared again and he was free to merge forwards without any other obstacles.

Mjölnir stepped forth from the shadows of the single tunnel, meeting eye to eye with the intruder who only sparked his interest even more. The rogue made a noise in awe to the sight of such beautiful eyes - none other than what is, another black wolf to match the rest of which he had run into since stepping foot into the three pack involved nation. "Well aren't you just dashing.." The brown-colored brute said in a delighted, slow tone, shifting closer to become quire close in distance, snouts only inches apart. His ears turned back slightly in interest, eyes of a fake gentle glow, "You know.. it's not polite to intrude on someone else's privacy, Bright Eyes.." The wolf murmured, slowly backing off to circle around the two-tone eyed brute. He did this to a majority, if not all the victims he'd have a run in with. Rogues were not used to the idea of collecting names, for there really held no reason to, but Mjölnir enjoys remembering faces, for a face was never the same despite those that would argue him on it.

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