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Description
► :: I D E N T I T Y :: ◄
Name: Ezra
Alias(es): Moose

Sex: Male
Age: Adult - - Approximately 5 years old.

Bloodline(s): Western Bloodlines - 60% Valley Bloodline, 30% Timber Bloodline, 10% Mountain Bloodline
Height: 39 in.
Weight: 160lbs

Voice: Troy Baker as Samuel Drake
Mannerisms: Ezra has a slightly gruff, but generally gentle voice. He talks with a very relaxed, manner. He might even be described as having a very slight New England accent.

Physical Description: Ezra is a very large wolf, at an astounding height of 39 inches. He is fully grown, and filled out entirely. His long, plush pelt only causes him to appear larger than he already does. He’s muscular, and built for power and strength. A square, sharp jaw, large head and ears, to match his large chest, and paws. His eyes are slanted slightly, though have the kindest sparkle within them. His darkened features are only broken apart by the white, and silver painted through his pelt, along with the two scars he bears. He has a ripped muzzle, which he luckily sustained minor injuries and scars, and a deep bite scar on his right foreleg from the same attack.

Pack/Guild: Asgard
Rank: Omega

► :: P E R S O N A L I T Y :: ◄
Traits: + +||Affectionate|Charming||Witty|Smart||Clever|Intelligent||Playful||Kind|Friendly||
- -||Headstrong|Stubborn||Mischievous||Flippant||Unassertive||Self-deprecating||
In Depth:
Affectionate - Charming
A very friendly, kind-hearted male. He enjoys socializing, and holds those around him close to his heart. He would do anything for those he cares for, he loves with his entire heart. He strives to make those around him happy, and can be quite the charmer!

Witty - Smart
A very quick witted, and generally amusing fellow. He loves to make others laugh, and tries to lighten the mood with a joke. Even with confrontation, he retaliates with his tongue rather than bite. All together, quite a jester.

Clever - Intelligent
Along with his sharp tongue and head, he’s intelligent. He can hold a decent, well educated conversation with most, if he knows the subject of which they are speaking. He has a great ability of getting himself out of a sticky situation, his cleverness shines through this.

Playful - Slightly Immature
Even at the age of five, this large male is a pup at heart. He’s matured more as he grows, and learns, but still, he’d rather enjoy the day with his loved ones, tussling and rough housing than anything else.

Kind - Friendly
He has a strong, kind disposition, willing to help any in need. He is eager to make friends of all kinds whether the other party wishes to or not. It would have to be something very serious for him to not forgive, or to dislike another wolf.

Headstrong - Stubborn
This male is hard-headed. When he’s finally made his mind up after standing at a crossroads for days, he will not be shaken from his decision. This is where his tongue tends to get the best of him. Acting as his sword, he will argue until he’s steaming from the ears over something he’s set on. He makes most decisions through his heart, which tends to be an issue when the time calls for more rational decisions.

Mischievous
Linking back into his childish ways - Ezra tends to be a troublemaker, adventurous and curious. He will push too far, go beyond his boundaries, and usually returns with no regrets. He finds lots of trouble this way, but it is all in the name of curiousity and fun!

Flippant
He is usually unable to remain serious, even in the face of the most dangerous foe. He is far too much of a jokester, or trickster. This could cause leaders in his ranks to look down upon him, or him to be passed over for a promotion.

Unassertive
This male is not submissive, but he is not dominant either. He does not see himself as anyone’s higher up, nor would he usually view himself as being below others. He will not simply roll over for anyone other than his alpha, but he would rather not challenge one’s authority.

Self-Deprecating
Ezra is not terribly fond of himself due to his younger years. It was forced upon him that he was a failure, and he was bad. He still, after much fighting with his mind, holds onto this, and occasionally he believes it. Often times he would find his flaws a good way to amuse his siblings for they seemed to agree. Lately, he’s finding this slightly harder to do with his packmates.

► :: H I S T O R Y :: ◄
Pre-Group History:

Birth
Far from Lunar Wildlife Sanctuary, up in the mountains a small pack of wolves celebrated the birth of the mated Alpha’s first litter. Three strong wolf pups, named Skolas, Marin, and Ezra were born to Tytus and Areya. The female, Marin looked most like her mother, nearly solid white, with blue and silver markings. Skolas and Ezra were two dark coated males, and while Skolas appeared to favor both parents, and gain their father’s coloring, Ezra was plain, with few markings and a dark coat. It was a true blessing to the pack.

From the day they were born, Tytus dreamed. He dreamt of his sons taking his place one day, and leading their pack. As they grew, and were soon able to comprehend the things said to them, their lessons began. Tytus would tell them of their origin, and express their importance as the future heirs of the pack.

Areya however, fussed over them, and Tytus. “Tytus, the time will come for you to train them, as of now, however, they wish to be pups!” However Tytus never swayed. Skolas learned eagerly, listened well, and obeyed his father’s every word. Ezra was mischievous, and rather play than listen to his father’s long winded lectures.
Early Puphood

Ezra was the ring leader for quite some time, leading his siblings into trouble, pestering the other wolves and wildlife around them. Despite their father’s disapproval they continued their shenanigans.

Areya felt it was good, healthy even, for the young siblings. She continously encouraged their behavior. Despite the parent’s different views on how they should raise their pups, they were truly in love. No one dared to doubt this, nor their devotion to one another.

With their mother always soft on them, Tytus had to play the bad guy, he was strict, disciplined, and he would raise his pups the same. There was no secret why he did this. The pairs within the pack had only four litters, and only two had survived. The winter in the mountains was long, and harsh on them. Multiple snow storms blew through, wreaking havoc on their hunting grounds and dens.

One Year

As the siblings matured, the three developed three totally different personalities! Marin, a kind and gentle soul, caring for all of those around her, and constantly aiding her mother, to become a healer's apprentice. No one dared to oppose her, simply because such a thing would break her fragile spirit! Skolas however, was gruff, condescending, and bossy! He took his father's lessons seriously, eager to please and learn from him. He was serious, all the time, and perhaps a bit of a bully! Ezra, the brute of the litter, he was far too nice and friendly with everyone and everything he met! A soft hearted big fuzz ball. He didn't take anything at all seriously, and was always into trouble! The male was constantly causing his father to stress! "Ezra darling, your father will go grey far too early if you are late for your sparring lessons anymore!" His mother would call, but the klutz strode out of the den laughing. "Why else would I be late, again?"

Two Years

At two years of age, their father grew very very ill, and before long, the pack knew he would be gone. Skolas was - of course - chosen to pass on the legacy, and keep the pack going, once his father passed. Though, at only two, the three pups would remain under their mother's command for a year more. Once the day finally came, Tytus passed, a quiet, comfortable passing, surrounded by his pups, and mate, all of which had made sure he understood how much they all cared for him. Filled with grief, their mother still managed to carry the pack, with her son at her side.

For six months, they went like this, Skolas grew more and more alpha-like every day. Ezra held no grudge or spite for his brother, because he simply didn't want the part. His sister was content as a studying healer, and advanced greatly in her ranks. However, at the changing of Fall into Winter, the siblings found themselves torn. It was no simple season change, winter had come in a hurry, and a bitter winter like the pack hadn't seen before flowed throughout the territory, sending the prey to flee into the valleys, away from the bitter cold. The pack had no choice but to follow. They wouldn't last long in the mountains for much longer!

Two Years and Six Months

Skolas would lead the pack, through the harsh cold the mountains provided. They would head into the valleys. He would help deliver them from the brutal winter.
"Monty, where are we taking them?" Ezra questioned, unsure of how they were going to get the pack to safety. "To the Valley." Was all that arose from his brother. "But, this isn't-" "Go ahead and scout, surely we're nearly to the peak." Ezra obeyed. Venturing ahead, traveling up and over the mountain peak. Blinded by the weather, tired, and starving. He continued like this for 2 days, in hopes he could find some sign they were nearing the valley. He'd left the pack behind with confidence they weren't too far. However, now, he hadn't any clue where they had gone or where he was. The male grew more tired as he went on. He became more and more tired, fatigued, and worn down. Finally, his body gave out, and the winter took him.

He had no clue about what had come of his family, or his pack, or what the future would bring to him.

He came to, in a strange land. Just south of a small pond, surrounded by strange, unfamiliar scents. Most of those belonged to other wolves. This startled him, they were not fresh, nor were they too nearby. However, the tired, sickly male ventured inward, toward the territory border.

Group History:
Plot Tracker

A Very Normal Moose LITERATURE
You’re Still Moose ART

Opposites Meet LITERATURE

A Gentle Pace
A Gentle Pace ART

Birds And The Bees LITERATURE
Our Morning Glory ART
You Feel Like Home ART

A Rock and A Hard Place ART

► :: R E L A T I O N S H I P S :: ◄

Mate: Unofficially - Nakotne
Offspring: n/a

Family
Father: Tytus [npc]
Mother: Areya [npc]
Siblings: Skolas, Marin[NPC]
Other: - -

Other:
► :: A V A I L A B I L I T Y :: ◄
Timezone: Central USA
Preferred Methods
Notes: Yes
Comments: Definitely not
Skype: Sure!
Docs: Preferred
Other: Discord!

► :: E X T R A:: ◄
(Anything else you want to add that doesn't fit in the above sections. Stats, likes/dislikes, etc.)
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Description
► :: I D E N T I T Y :: ◄
Name: Ezra
Alias(es): Moose

Sex: Male
Age: Adult - - Approximately 5 years old.

Bloodline(s): Western Bloodlines - 60% Valley Bloodline, 30% Timber Bloodline, 10% Mountain Bloodline
Height: 39 in.
Weight: 160lbs

Voice: Troy Baker as Samuel Drake
Mannerisms: Ezra has a slightly gruff, but generally gentle voice. He talks with a very relaxed, manner. He might even be described as having a very slight New England accent.

Physical Description: Ezra is a very large wolf, at an astounding height of 39 inches. He is fully grown, and filled out entirely. His long, plush pelt only causes him to appear larger than he already does. He’s muscular, and built for power and strength. A square, sharp jaw, large head and ears, to match his large chest, and paws. His eyes are slanted slightly, though have the kindest sparkle within them. His darkened features are only broken apart by the white, and silver painted through his pelt, along with the two scars he bears. He has a ripped muzzle, which he luckily sustained minor injuries and scars, and a deep bite scar on his right foreleg from the same attack.

Pack/Guild: Asgard
Rank: Omega

► :: P E R S O N A L I T Y :: ◄
Traits: + +||Affectionate|Charming||Witty|Smart||Clever|Intelligent||Playful||Kind|Friendly||
- -||Headstrong|Stubborn||Mischievous||Flippant||Unassertive||Self-deprecating||
In Depth:
Affectionate - Charming
A very friendly, kind-hearted male. He enjoys socializing, and holds those around him close to his heart. He would do anything for those he cares for, he loves with his entire heart. He strives to make those around him happy, and can be quite the charmer!

Witty - Smart
A very quick witted, and generally amusing fellow. He loves to make others laugh, and tries to lighten the mood with a joke. Even with confrontation, he retaliates with his tongue rather than bite. All together, quite a jester.

Clever - Intelligent
Along with his sharp tongue and head, he’s intelligent. He can hold a decent, well educated conversation with most, if he knows the subject of which they are speaking. He has a great ability of getting himself out of a sticky situation, his cleverness shines through this.

Playful - Slightly Immature
Even at the age of five, this large male is a pup at heart. He’s matured more as he grows, and learns, but still, he’d rather enjoy the day with his loved ones, tussling and rough housing than anything else.

Kind - Friendly
He has a strong, kind disposition, willing to help any in need. He is eager to make friends of all kinds whether the other party wishes to or not. It would have to be something very serious for him to not forgive, or to dislike another wolf.

Headstrong - Stubborn
This male is hard-headed. When he’s finally made his mind up after standing at a crossroads for days, he will not be shaken from his decision. This is where his tongue tends to get the best of him. Acting as his sword, he will argue until he’s steaming from the ears over something he’s set on. He makes most decisions through his heart, which tends to be an issue when the time calls for more rational decisions.

Mischievous
Linking back into his childish ways - Ezra tends to be a troublemaker, adventurous and curious. He will push too far, go beyond his boundaries, and usually returns with no regrets. He finds lots of trouble this way, but it is all in the name of curiousity and fun!

Flippant
He is usually unable to remain serious, even in the face of the most dangerous foe. He is far too much of a jokester, or trickster. This could cause leaders in his ranks to look down upon him, or him to be passed over for a promotion.

Unassertive
This male is not submissive, but he is not dominant either. He does not see himself as anyone’s higher up, nor would he usually view himself as being below others. He will not simply roll over for anyone other than his alpha, but he would rather not challenge one’s authority.

Self-Deprecating
Ezra is not terribly fond of himself due to his younger years. It was forced upon him that he was a failure, and he was bad. He still, after much fighting with his mind, holds onto this, and occasionally he believes it. Often times he would find his flaws a good way to amuse his siblings for they seemed to agree. Lately, he’s finding this slightly harder to do with his packmates.

► :: H I S T O R Y :: ◄
Pre-Group History:

Birth
Far from Lunar Wildlife Sanctuary, up in the mountains a small pack of wolves celebrated the birth of the mated Alpha’s first litter. Three strong wolf pups, named Skolas, Marin, and Ezra were born to Tytus and Areya. The female, Marin looked most like her mother, nearly solid white, with blue and silver markings. Skolas and Ezra were two dark coated males, and while Skolas appeared to favor both parents, and gain their father’s coloring, Ezra was plain, with few markings and a dark coat. It was a true blessing to the pack.

From the day they were born, Tytus dreamed. He dreamt of his sons taking his place one day, and leading their pack. As they grew, and were soon able to comprehend the things said to them, their lessons began. Tytus would tell them of their origin, and express their importance as the future heirs of the pack.

Areya however, fussed over them, and Tytus. “Tytus, the time will come for you to train them, as of now, however, they wish to be pups!” However Tytus never swayed. Skolas learned eagerly, listened well, and obeyed his father’s every word. Ezra was mischievous, and rather play than listen to his father’s long winded lectures.
Early Puphood

Ezra was the ring leader for quite some time, leading his siblings into trouble, pestering the other wolves and wildlife around them. Despite their father’s disapproval they continued their shenanigans.

Areya felt it was good, healthy even, for the young siblings. She continously encouraged their behavior. Despite the parent’s different views on how they should raise their pups, they were truly in love. No one dared to doubt this, nor their devotion to one another.

With their mother always soft on them, Tytus had to play the bad guy, he was strict, disciplined, and he would raise his pups the same. There was no secret why he did this. The pairs within the pack had only four litters, and only two had survived. The winter in the mountains was long, and harsh on them. Multiple snow storms blew through, wreaking havoc on their hunting grounds and dens.

One Year

As the siblings matured, the three developed three totally different personalities! Marin, a kind and gentle soul, caring for all of those around her, and constantly aiding her mother, to become a healer's apprentice. No one dared to oppose her, simply because such a thing would break her fragile spirit! Skolas however, was gruff, condescending, and bossy! He took his father's lessons seriously, eager to please and learn from him. He was serious, all the time, and perhaps a bit of a bully! Ezra, the brute of the litter, he was far too nice and friendly with everyone and everything he met! A soft hearted big fuzz ball. He didn't take anything at all seriously, and was always into trouble! The male was constantly causing his father to stress! "Ezra darling, your father will go grey far too early if you are late for your sparring lessons anymore!" His mother would call, but the klutz strode out of the den laughing. "Why else would I be late, again?"

Two Years

At two years of age, their father grew very very ill, and before long, the pack knew he would be gone. Skolas was - of course - chosen to pass on the legacy, and keep the pack going, once his father passed. Though, at only two, the three pups would remain under their mother's command for a year more. Once the day finally came, Tytus passed, a quiet, comfortable passing, surrounded by his pups, and mate, all of which had made sure he understood how much they all cared for him. Filled with grief, their mother still managed to carry the pack, with her son at her side.

For six months, they went like this, Skolas grew more and more alpha-like every day. Ezra held no grudge or spite for his brother, because he simply didn't want the part. His sister was content as a studying healer, and advanced greatly in her ranks. However, at the changing of Fall into Winter, the siblings found themselves torn. It was no simple season change, winter had come in a hurry, and a bitter winter like the pack hadn't seen before flowed throughout the territory, sending the prey to flee into the valleys, away from the bitter cold. The pack had no choice but to follow. They wouldn't last long in the mountains for much longer!

Two Years and Six Months

Skolas would lead the pack, through the harsh cold the mountains provided. They would head into the valleys. He would help deliver them from the brutal winter.
"Monty, where are we taking them?" Ezra questioned, unsure of how they were going to get the pack to safety. "To the Valley." Was all that arose from his brother. "But, this isn't-" "Go ahead and scout, surely we're nearly to the peak." Ezra obeyed. Venturing ahead, traveling up and over the mountain peak. Blinded by the weather, tired, and starving. He continued like this for 2 days, in hopes he could find some sign they were nearing the valley. He'd left the pack behind with confidence they weren't too far. However, now, he hadn't any clue where they had gone or where he was. The male grew more tired as he went on. He became more and more tired, fatigued, and worn down. Finally, his body gave out, and the winter took him.

He had no clue about what had come of his family, or his pack, or what the future would bring to him.

He came to, in a strange land. Just south of a small pond, surrounded by strange, unfamiliar scents. Most of those belonged to other wolves. This startled him, they were not fresh, nor were they too nearby. However, the tired, sickly male ventured inward, toward the territory border.

Group History:
Plot Tracker

A Very Normal Moose LITERATURE
You’re Still Moose ART

Opposites Meet LITERATURE

A Gentle Pace
A Gentle Pace ART

Birds And The Bees LITERATURE
Our Morning Glory ART
You Feel Like Home ART

A Rock and A Hard Place ART

► :: R E L A T I O N S H I P S :: ◄

Mate: Unofficially - Nakotne
Offspring: n/a

Family
Father: Tytus [npc]
Mother: Areya [npc]
Siblings: Skolas, Marin[NPC]
Other: - -

Other:
► :: A V A I L A B I L I T Y :: ◄
Timezone: Central USA
Preferred Methods
Notes: Yes
Comments: Definitely not
Skype: Sure!
Docs: Preferred
Other: Discord!

► :: E X T R A:: ◄
(Anything else you want to add that doesn't fit in the above sections. Stats, likes/dislikes, etc.)
(Ie, stats, scent, etc.)
Application for WolvesofLunarForest !