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NICKNAMES | Jax, Hunter
AGE | 24
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[justify][font=verdana][color=black][size=11px]Jax sat at the large granite island placed in the center of their kitchen, elbows placed on the smooth surface and palms pressed against his forehead, his body slumped in a position that spoke of utter discontent. The sharp clicks of heel against hard floor reverberated off of the walls leading into the kitchen, the noise growing louder as the woman drew closer. "Jackson, will you sit up straight already, and get your elbows off the table! I taught you to be a well-rounded gentleman, not some crass boy!" Sophia, his mother, swatted at his back to emphasize her words, the movement causing the jewelry on her wrists to jingle. "The head planner should be here any second, but I have to run out for a moment to take care of a few things, so I want you to show her around the house until I can get back to take over!" The blonde woman had a slight country drawl, an accent that matched her southern bell look, though it was dampened from spending most of her adult life outside of her home state of Texas.

"This is bullsh-t. I already know that all of the girls that will be at this party will be boring carbon copies of each other. Is this whole thing really necessary?" In her haste to gather her purse and car keys, Sophia paused and stared at Jax with a look that could kill. "You may be an adult, Jackson Hunter, but you will not use that kind of language in my presence. And this party is more of a business meeting, more than anything else. Your father and I will be spending most of our time socializing with the families of the women looking to be your suitor while you get to know said women at the party. As for the rest of the people invited, they're mainly investors and clients for your father's business and this party is also to show them that the Hunters' pamper those that stay in our graces." Several light rasps against the front door cut their conversation short. "That'll be the planner." Sophia motioned for Jax to get up and invite her in, which he did so after a moment of hesitation.

Pulling the tall mahogany doors open, Jax came face to face with a woman no older than himself, her hair flowing down in natural waves and a black fedora hat placed gingerly on top. He looked her over, green eyes dropping from her head down to her toes and back up again while his mother brushed past him with an apologetic smile. "Hello, dear, you must be Lark Hale, the planner! I'm Sophia Hunter and this is my son, Jackson, he'll assist you around the house and answer any questions you have. I'm so sorry, but I have to pop out for a bit, but I should be back before you're done so we can go through everything more thoroughly!" As she moved out of the house and past Lark, she squeezed her shoulder in another physical apology before heading towards her car.

As his mother drove away, Jax stepped aside, motioning for Lark to enter. "Come in." His voice wasn't all too pleased, nor was his countenance, but he remained polite, nonetheless. "I hope you know you're in for the ride of your life, my mother is as materialistic and flashy as they come, and if you make one mistake, she'll be out for your blood." Closing the door, he walked backwards into their entrance room, eyes lingering on Lark before drifting around the large room. "So, where would you like to start?"

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Aiyanna

(gender)
Female

(age)
4 years

(fur color)
Aiyanna has russet brown fur with a cream underside and various darker brown markings; she looks like a walking flame when the sun hits her fur the right way.

(eye color)
Her eyes are an unnerving, intimidating shade of amber.

(distinctive appearance traits)
Several scars mar her sides and muzzle, turning the fur a muddled white color and the skin a healing pink. Her tail is also a bit longer than usual.

(rank)
Assassin (explanation below in 'other'), if not then Lead Hunter
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can be deceitful and sly | stubborn | cautious | will only be submissive towards those she feels deserves the respect | has a hard time connecting with others | loner, but tries to be more social (encounters with others can be painful to witness as she can be very awkward) | determined | affectionate towards pups | ferociously loyal towards those that gain her trust and respect

(personality)
A wolf cultured with experiences, there are few situations that unnerve Aiyanna. She's coated in steel, in the figurative sense, and will not easily bend under petty, lashing words. Rolling onto her back to bear her tender underside is not an action the female has ever known, then again she's never been faced with a wolf she felt demanded authority. Her lack of submission has caused an uproar in her past, forcing her into independence. Her three years of solitude had cured her into a quiet, tactile creature, always waiting within the shadows, cultivating a plan, before stepping into the light. The lack of a pack had also made her a sly, deceptive wolf. The traits were the only ones she could turn to without the help of other wolves in activities that demanded more than one body. While Aiyanna will not immediately jump to physical decisions, she is always on edge, always watching for signs that let on that physical defense/offense may be her only option. When it comes to protecting herself, or her loved ones, there is no second breath.

(history)
Aiyanna was not dealt a lucky hand in life, nor a blood right. She was born to an Omega in a pack that did not allow births outside of the Alphas' family. Her mother was flimsy, careless, and her father was a loner that was never in the picture. Come the month of her birth, he mother set out to nest in solitude, taking up in a den used previously for the last generation of Alphas. The wolf was not quick on her feet, unfortunately, and did not think of the aspect that the den was still within the territory, and close enough that the pack could smell the blood. She was born into a litter of two, the other a male. While the pack took mercy on the two defenseless pups, her mother was exiled, left to survive alone and weak from her pregnancy.

As Aiyanna grew, she began to demonstrate her dominant, unyielding personality at a young age. The Alphas thought nothing of it, just a pup that had yet to learn her place. But even as an adolescent, when her brother and peers whined and dropped onto their backs before the others, she stood placid, an abrasive sheen in her amber-orange eyes. It was the start of her own rebellion, of an Omega that was just as, if not more, dominant than her Alphas.

Despite being punished for her insubordination, she kept on with her actions, the same disrespectful glare and stance. Upon her first year, it was determined that she was unfit to be in a pack. In her mind, that simply meant exile, an escape from the pack she did not blend with, but, because of her Omega status, she was not taught that it also meant they would mark her for all packs to know she was untrustworthy, if she survived the ritual. Escorted to an area of the territory where rock encircled a small opening and prevented her from leaving without barreling through a line of wolves, the Alpha Male attacked her.

She had expected as much, given the circumstances, and readily defended herself. Untrained by the pack, Aiyanna depended solely on instinct and the fighting techniques she had observed in spurts. Most wolves would not defend themselves during the ritual as they felt ashamed and deserving of their fate, so it was a surprise when Aiyanna managed to clamp her jaw around the tender skin of the Alpha's throat, tugging and shaking until she could rise to her feet and he backed away. While she was left with multiple lacerations, all of which are still faint scars on her body, she left alive and with a newly found power.

It is no lie that Aiyanna was not built for pack life, especially when she's long forgotten the inner workings of a family, but she is not a lost cause. Given a wolf she can see the dominance in and a pack she can readily trust, she would be willing to relearn the structure of pack life and attempt to mold back into normalcy.

(kin)
Her mother is presumably dead, her father's whereabouts are unknown, and her brother is most likely still in their birth pack.[/fancypost]
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Single

(crush)
Open

(mate)
None

(pups)
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inspired north

(what can I call you?)
north

(activity level)
5/7 days

(muse level)
7/10

(roleplay sample)
" Aiyanna moved at a leisurely pace, vivid amber eyes glazed with the exhaustion that came from a lack of sleep. She needed to cover ground, to get out of the stink of the swampland and the dangers that lurked in its still water, and to do so she sacrificed a night of rest.

The trees were tall and languid, some pridefully erect while others bent courteously over placid paths. They were scattered in clumps and lines all throughout the woods, a delicate lace on the hems of many chartreuse and saffron fields, dark opaque backgrounds for flowered bushes and wild climbing gardens. The thin strands of grass that sprouted from the ground and peaked past the litter of branches and leaves licked at the pads of her paws, tasting the sandpaper of the flesh and offering it softness. Overgrowth grazed at her sides and back in several spots, tracing ghostly lines that wind mimicked once she had escaped their grasp. The sprinkle of rain dampened her fur, forcing the top layer down to a state of submission.

She watched from the ground as birds gathered in the trees, snipping at the first drops of rain, which the molting creatures knew to be the sweetest. A musky scent caused her eyes to flicker upon the path once more, noting the unusual scratchings on the damp bark of various trees. The dribbling morning rain came to a halt. Padding closer, the wolf examined the claw marks, trying to decipher the source of the scarring lines. Wolf or bear? Or perhaps something alien to her. She hoped for none, that a bird had had some odd reason to peck and scratch at trees. Aiyanna was tapping into foolish hope, however. Her lips curled back in a silent growl, teeth bare to the frigid kiss of the morning air, and moved forth a little faster. "

(plot ideas)
None at the moment, but I'll likely ring in with something after a while ^u^

(other)
Sunrise~

Divergent, I was thinking that Aiyanna joined the pack about a year and a half ago when Athena's father was still alive and kind of molded back into pack life (although she's still a bit awkward and loner-ish around everyone) since then and gained the trust of the others and proved her loyalty to the pack, and moved from Omega to Subordinate to Warrior to Assassin, if that's alright with you?[/fancypost]
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