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"....Oh,I forgot to remember to forget...."
Due to choices and interactions from other characters, Vio's character might be changing drastically. Bad or Good.

RP Status - CLOSED

F r i e n d l y R e m i n d e r,
CC is a mature group, some material may be offensive to readers. The opinions, ideas, actions expressed through characters in RPs and artwork do not reflect the views of CC as a group or their writers. CC does not condone the actions of characters in any media submitted to this fictional world based on wild wolves. Reader and viewer discretion is advised.
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Name: Vioren, doesn't introduce himself as such, only responds to Vio
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Height: 36"
Weight: 116
Appearance: Long legged fool would be the best description. Vio has medium length semi-curly, slightly unkempt fur, long, pointed tail, and short tufts that encompasses his very fit, but thin runner body ( may also be described as "feminine" ). Average but pointed ears, a thicker and average length snout adorned with a large nose. His eyes and cheek bones are rather feminine, eyes are sharp and pointed, cheek bones low and defined.
Vio has a thin necklace cord that fits juuuust right as it hides between his fur and skin mostly only visible on the sides. Attached to that cord are 3 feathers of a red winged blackbird. You touch these feathers and you're gonna have a bad time.
Markings do not have to be 100% on point, his fur is messy and they can "move" around. He has a cream marking in the shape of a wide V on his chest. Brown dorsal stripe can be drawn as ticking, as well as under belly.
UPDATE - Scars from Darius' fight, there are plenty of old and new marks hidden in his longer fur. These will fade ( not completely) in a year or so.

Territory: Veda
Rank: Healer, Delta
Family: Half Cousin Darius ( unknown for now )

Personality:

Modest - Honorable - Obedient
To not call Vioren a Good Wolf, would be strange. He follows orders no matter how simplistic or humiliating they might be, makes good on his word ( if he ever makes it ), he gives as much good as he can muster with no expectation of getting any reward or recognition, and seemingly always has a joke behind his teeth. Vio's first impressions are rather stellar as he's so easy pretty to talk to about anything without fear of judgement or harshness. One might say he just emits an aura of calm. Even when in disagreement with some one he respects or holds authority over him, he makes his feelings known in a respectful, constructive manner... for the most part, he has a tendency to use sarcasm or jokes. Vio doesn't hand out promises, vows, oaths and such like it's candy. He takes it very seriously to have an honorable and trustworthy word. To earn some thing like that from him, shows a certain fondness or admiration that would earn a wolf more determined than the sun that rises everyday by your side for it gives him purpose. To ask for his word, unless very special circumstance, is certainly to spell disaster. No matter how dire the situation may be, if a wolf has not earned that right within his eyes Vio will be almost irrationally offended and might even be sparked to go against what was asked of him.

Lazy - Careless - Distant
If Vio is known for anything, it's his laziness. At times he can't even be bothered to walk to the other side of the field to avoid sunburn, let alone lift his muzzle to bite at that itch on his leg. Some days, it'll be harder to get the male up than to find a flying albino bear in west. On such days, he's rather high maintenance; if one even has the patience or care to keep following around. He's very prone to just let himself collapse in random places for a nap, especially if he feels its going to be a rather uneventful day or if the tasks he's been assigned are just too easy and done too quickly. It is not unlikely to find Vio quite literally buried under leaves that have fallen over him, or as a mound of snow with just a pale nose poking out. Don't even bother asking him for favors on these kinds of days, unless it doesn't directly make or break the very existence of Veda, it can wait till tomorrow, maybe the day after that too. This trait bleeds into his hygiene. While he's almost never a pile of mud and grim, his fur does get matted, tangled, and just scruffy on a regular basis. He'll make a joke about it being for "the ladies" and hear no more of it. Despite being kind, obedient, helpful, and just a friend to everyone, he's not very open. He never speaks of his own experiences, of his family, his inner thoughts, what should be done in the world, what his plans are, what he likes, dislikes, and some times his words can seem generic despite his intentions. Vio is not very good with words when it comes to his thoughts on things, he can be motivational and supportive when it deals with your problems but his own, nah, forget it, he'll figure it out... surely. These traits mixed with his ups and downs of motivation can make the wolf seem either complex or just plain wishy washy with a dab of moody.

Romantic - Comical - Emotional
Vio is a bubbly fellow, even if his body language doesn't reflect such. As he lays negligently in the grass, not caring that the blunt stick he's laid on has been impaling him for the past few hours, he'll turn his bright golds to address you with a lighthearted remark. Or, as he walks with a pace that'd be more akin to an elder or an injured wolf, head low, eyes darting he'd still stop to smell the flowers, maybe even look up to the serene endlessness of the sky. If you're lucky, catch him muttering some thing dripped in such emotion that'd it would be bizarre to hear from such a laid back wolf. It'd be nonsense of course, cryptic language or just plain gibberish pretending to be sentences, but that isn't the point. Vio isn't romantic in the sense of desiring, lust, or even a certain kind of companionship but rather, that his lungs continue to swell with cool breath because he finds this world and all of it's inhabitants, beautiful. Almost pacifist nature on things he always tries to diffuses situations with logic just, he lacks the finesse to craft a speech that embodies his true emotions that he's locked away, so he just condenses it all in a string of jokes.. Or, when he's trying to connect with another unable to convey his feelings, Vio will just strike up some riddles. It's often lead to him being unable to be taken seriously. Thus, he refrains from being outspoken or attempting to open up.

Paranoid - Hopeless - Zealous
Motivation and purpose play a large role in Vio's life. His motivations to do anything are often just a roll of the dice. Even with his condition and phobia aside, Vio has a spastic and consuming mind. Safety and purpose are things that can truly haunt him. He'd care not if he has some grand arch nemesis howling out his name every morn or if the plague is bearing down on his body but rather, physical harm from kin and if he even has a point in this world. Vio isn't the strongest of wolves, he's rather weak, only ever defending or running from attacking wolves. Even if he wasn't lanky and meant for retreating, his morals and instincts just don't let him attack. He understands too well, or not at all, thinking up reasons that are filled with logic as to why good wolves do bad things or how bad wolves came to be, whether they be true or based on evidence is a whole other story. Vio tries to base each wolf off their present actions to decide if they're bad or good but his heart keeps asking, why? This is where the internal strife of hopelessness and the over-zealous desire to see change is ever fighting within the wolf's body becomes prevalent, inescapable. On the frost of a warm breath can Vio's very core just flip. He can give in to the thought they're just animals, killing each other for sport, for revenge, for reward. That he has no reason all the reason to play their game of pack verses pack, blood verses blood, family verses strangers. He knows everyone is capable of good, but here, he finds that every wolf is capable of bad and that the easy path, is the one most tread. That he can do absolutely nothing to bring out the good, to lead or convince those to take the hard, rocky path. So, he just lays down. Yet, some times, he will stand right back up. Paws firmly grounded, ears perked, head raised as an expression of determination crosses his features. No, he'll say in quiet reverie, you give good and you'll get it back. Of course, he'll be stumped for a long time in how to actually do that to wolves that'd rather be in power or talk with their teeth and claws. Or how to persuade a peaceful, basically pacifist movement onto others. But the hard path calls to him in the quiet hours and purpose numbs away the depression and fear and he feels he can do anything, he just might, one day.

Before the Winter Storm:

"Everyday I was told, "Little Vioren, you will go on a long, honorable journey one day." What they meant, "Vioren, if you don't leave when you come of age, we're going to starve and be forced to drive you out because you are low born."

Vio's life started far, far Northwest, in vast plains that froze to a solid, crisp white and the dirt didn't thaw for two years. Harsh winters, cold summers. No season was easy but all were calm and lovely. His pack, The Myriads were large and nomadic. They strode through many, many miles and past several borders. His ancestors, and theirs before them, followed the herds of caribou, elk, of prey all over the lands holding no claim but to the bonds they created between each other. It just so happen that he was born while they crossed over the more barren of their generations long journey and when the herds were thin. Vio's pack prospered which meant prey and resource suffered wherever they tread, even if it was done without intention. The Myriads had a complex hierarchy. The pair at the top called The Champions, how they become in power is decided in many ways. Some times the Gods choose, some times the pack does, or they take power and hope for no rebellion. Vio doesn't remember, not caring much about how the current Champions came to be, probably by the Gods, they were awfully graceful in his memories, adorned with flowers and feathers. Next came the Guard, which protected the pack and it's ideals, he liked them, for the most part. The Knights which enforced the Champions word and pack's decisions, they were often the front liners if the pack decided to intrude and take from a rival's land. Then the two pairs of Feathers, some times the pairs would be mates other times not, which served as advisers, diplomats, and various other social doings. Then there was everyone else, called The Chorus made up of all sorts of trades. Innumerable in fact, as it would be whatever they pack needed but didn't fit the ranks above. Which Vio always thought was incredibly backwards, Hunters, Gatherers, Trackers, Scouts were just as important, if not more than the snake like Feathers or the fat bullies of the Knights. His bitterness of this convoluted, unequal society festered as he grew older. They were a family, for the most part and times of before we're spoken with a somber tone. It seemed that when the pack was smaller, more tight knit was it truly paradise but now that they lead basically an army, things had gotten sour.

There were a couple of litters before him, small sure, but too many by the time his parents decided they too, wanted pups to raise. He was born a single child. Not impossible to happen, but rather improbable. Nonetheless, he received all the attention, spoiled to no end, and given the love of his parents wholeheartedly for the first months of his life. Well, until, a male came to their camp one night, dropping a pup at his father's paws. He snarled some thing about, 'stay away from my mate,' and continued on his merry way never to be seen again. This pup became Vio's half sister, it seemed father wasn't as noble and loyal as mother had first thought. The family was, promptly, torn apart. His father disgraced and exiled, a bit excessive but the Champions were looking for any excuse to shove wolves to the cold. Vio was given the choice to leave with him, as he was deemed just strong enough to go, which was a complete lie. Vio may be a large pup, but he was thin and couldn't help in hunting, which was extremely dangerous and difficult to do so on one's own. The herds they followed were more than known to beat and batter lone wolves to death. Luckily, he was disgusted by him and stayed by his mother's side. Now, they just had this bastard pup to take care of. Avalyn, Vio's mother, was a wonderful wolf. She loved that little girl like she did Vio, even gave her a new name of Vaalen. But all the love of a mother could not change the world and the pressing concerns that were to come. Avalyn was but a Hunter. Low born, unimportant, a no one. Easy excuses to give volunteers for what would later be called, The Journey.

"I could've changed things... the title of Champion could be taken by force... by vote... I was lucky to walk South."

First, the pack had several deliberations on how to solve their growing problem. There were too many wolves, there were too many pups, and there wasn't enough space and food. Their neighbors weren't too friendly either, as they were also putting the stationary packs in jeopardy. Many solutions were spoken, nothing as drastic as murdering the young ones but Vio could see it in the eyes of a few. Eventually, wolves started to come to the conclusion of splitting the pack into two and going different directions. A treaty was set up between the newly formed Ragreth and the Old Myriad. The details of the treaty are unknown to Vio, it was long ago and he was too young to be there during these sessions. He could only make guesses at this point. Next, the Champions put in place a pact that would help with population control. Out of each litter, only one could be viable for permanent residence in Myriad until population fell below 18, then only those in The Chorus would follow this pact. His mother would fall under this pact no matter what circumstance. Avalyn had a choice to make, send her only child out into the world or have Vaalen be abandoned again.

"What kind of a choice is that to make? Could you imagine the pain she went through everyday...? No, I don't blame her."

Life continued on from then, but the pack was forever changed. A lot of sorrow was born and the pack's culture flourished to cope. The Journey was elevated to be an honor and the preservation of their way of life through the Journey or Martyrdom rippled though the pack. It was mostly because of the couple elders they had, who wove stories and lifted spirits. They talked of ancestors and their struggles, then of Gods, of glory in death through battle, in the great sacrifice for one's pack and Champions, then nature and it's balance. All the while everyone was desperate for a glimmer of hope, scarfing down these sudden and new teachings, Vio and his family sat in the back, brewing in ever growing bitterness and hate. Vaalen took it the hardest, even as she grew into a Juvenile and Vio was trained for his Journey she never let go. Her body was strong and she tailored it for fighting, there was nothing more she wanted than to be strong, strong for her adopted mother, strong for her half brother, strong for her beliefs. Vio, on the other paw, became more withdrew. The days where he couldn't get out of bed for any reason began. Only the soft pleas of his mother could convince him to carry out the tasks pressed him forward, forward until the day he was to leave.

A full year of training, teaching, preparation. All of it, was sapped away in a moment. Vio thought he was ready, ready to face the world alone and succeed. It happened so fast, the pack was moving, then hunting, eating then, as night fell and dawn rose the six that were sent on their Journey stood together. There was no home to return to, no home to find, their entire lives were running from place to place just, now they had to spend it all alone. Well, some of the wolves paired off but as far as he knew, that didn't help their survival rate. It was early spring that soft, rosy morn. His birthday was two days prior. What was their purpose? Bring honor to the Old Myriad, to your families, to the way of life they lived, to The Gods.

"Vague horsehockey. They were sending us to death... I guess I count myself lucky, finding a pack that doesn't murder on sight or sends their pups to their doom. Who knows what the others found."

During the Winter Storm, after a full years worth of travel and exploration, some times with another loner at his side, he and his current travel pal, Rye, find themselves amidst the harshest storm they've seen. Before it grabs them in it's frozen claws, the pair hide away in a small cave. As the entrance becomes more and more blocked off, to the point digging through it seems impossible, Vio becomes rabid and almost insane. He is less intent on murdering the female in his prison but inclined to end his own life. The intense fear that wells inside him is uncontrollable and his howls and desperate need to escape rival the noise and thunder of the storm outside. Rye is forced into a desperate situation as the male has begun frantically searching for some thing sharp to impale himself on. Vio is not a strong wolf, Rye wasn't either but she beats him in a rather bloody and harsh battle as Vio begs for her to end him she subdues the male after she choked him into sleep.

After the Winter Storm the week would be very long for the rogue pair. Vio and his body shut down, instinct causing him to stay asleep to avoid another uncontrollable fit that very well could end his life. Rye on the other hand, is struggling at best. She has to wrestle endlessly with a wolf that at any moment could fight and perhaps kill her. She has to stay up almost all hours, talking to him, force feeding the scraps they have, and helping him through this nightmare they've fallen into. Soon, however, as the twinkles of light sift through the entrance, pale yellow eyes open, a snout takes a breath of fresh air. Only now, does he realize, he's awoken alone. Rye has died in her final rest. She was malnourished to begin with, Vio had traveled with her in hopes of getting the female back in shape or find a pack for her to stay but starvation had taken her in the last hours of the night. After the Winter Storm, the chocolate wolf rose from the place they had holed up in, to find they weren't in the same place. The cave they had laid in was now a giant tree and the lands around them looked different from what he remembered, not that he would truly know, he was a traveler. After a proper burial and goodbye, a heavyhearted Vio walks to find the pack he and Rye had heard rumors about. Veda, was his destination, he was hoping Rye and he could find a forever home after he admitted his feelings to the pale, grey wolf.

Likes: Vio likes a great many things, he'd like to think he has simple tastes.
Dislikes: Vio tries to never hate but he can list a couple things, like useless violence and stupidity.

Other:
Has mild to severe depression which is often, if not always, mistaken / interpreted as laziness. ( see personality )

Vio also has a very crippling phobia of Cleithrophobia: a fear of being trapped or locked in an enclosed space. Which lends a hand in paranoia and a great fear of going underground, even just a few feet, thus doesn't sleep in dens where he can't stick his face out of or at least see and hear the outside. He hardly tries to hide his anxiety about traps or enclosed areas.

Voice Actor - Brandon Keener - ( minor / unimportant mass effect spoilers )

- Themes -
Step Out Jose Gonzalez, Lyrics
Wand'rin Star Lee Marvin, Lyrics
Koto CloZee, Instrumental

Trivia:
Vio's scent seems to be so practical and so unremarkable in its profile that it's easy to recognize, but one can discern a certain kind of sweetness that reminds the nose of mint.
Vio's Alignment is Chaotic Neutral, with notes of Chaotic Good.
His orientation is Demisexual, aka 'chronic fall in love with your bestfriend'sexual
Vio regards pack mates as my Lord or my Lady, quite often.
Seems to always test each stranger to see if they're a cannibal with a joke.
Is very fond of vegetables and most fruit, specifically carrots and oranges.

RP Prompts and Character Goals:
( in order of priority, multiple prompts can be handled in one rp, same with goals, updated often )

Greetings, Fellow Carnivorous Furballs!
Vio is still rather fresh to the group and quite the socialite as he's been alone for a while and has recently experienced a loss of a good friend. He would love to meet and greet every member of Veda! He's a pretty casual guy rather likely to just straight walk up to a wolf and start some conversation.Well, as long as said wolf doesn't look like they've got a stick up their bum and if they do, he might just suggest to help pull it out. One can approach Vio whenever they please, he has a welcoming expression most of the time. Vio will attempt to interact with everyone in anyway that seems logical or kind. Need help with marking territory? Awkward, but okay. Lonely in a field of flowers but have allergies? He'll tear them all up for you. Either way, Vio is going to seek out or be sought out till his goal of making a good first impression on every one is complete.

More Prompts ASAP

Group History and Relationships:
- Curious of ||  - Friendly Rival ||  - Mentor ||  - Friend ||  - Close Friend ||  - Like Kin ( or is Kin )

- Pity ||   - Relates to/Understands ||  - Disgust ||  - Suspicion / Caution ||  - Fear ||  - Terrified of

- Approves of ||  - Enjoys ||  - Love ||  - Disapproves of ||   - Disregards ||  - Loathe ||  - Betrayed by

- Trust || - Lust || - Romantic Feelings ||  - Attraction ||  - Crush ||  - Obsession

- Respect ||  - Feels Responsible For ||  - Apprentice ||  - Dependent on

  - Mate || - Deceased || - Oath, Honor Bound ||   - Vendetta against

Howl of Chanigah
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Tessa of Veda
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Aya of Veda
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Nimrah of Rogues
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Scarlett of Veda
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Bloom of Rogues
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Lean of Veda
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Earnings:
A Couple of Good Boys - Artwork of Vio n Howl - 7 Pelts, 10 Exp
"Hunting Gone Wrong" - Vio n Scarlett - 2 pelts
Fiery Crimson, Mellow Gold - Artwork of Vio n Scarlett - 25 Pelts, 30 Exp

Previous Total - 34 pelts
Necklace Cord minus 15
3x Native feathers minus 12

"The Elk That Wasn't" P.1 and P.2 - Vio n' Howl - 6 pelts, 10 exp, 8 pelts, 40 exp
"Racing Dusk" - Vio n' Aya - 7 pelts
"Red Feathers" - Vio 'n Nimrah, 8 pelts 10 exp
Alternate Universe Meme - 8 pelts, 12 exp
Of Gold and Ash - Artwork of Vio n Vaalen - 8 pelts
Confession Meme - 8 Pelts & 12 XP
Come the Night - Artwork of Vio - 5 pelts
"Ace of Swords " - Artwork of Vio - 7 pelts

Ranked up from Omega to Delta Healer - 124 - 120 = 4 XP

"Down the Mountain and Through the Woods " - Vio 'n Bloom, 7 pelts, 10 exp
"Heavy is The Cost P1. "  - Vio n Nimrah, 7 Pelts & 10 XP
"Heavy is the Cost P.2" - Vio n Nimrah, 5 Pelts & 40 XP
"Shiver "- Vio n Lean, 8 pelts
"The Champion's Path " - Vio n Tessa 4 pelts
"Petals " - Vio n Aiyana 5 pelts
"Age Meme - Vio " - 8 Pelts & 12 XP
"A Baited Dispute " - Vio n Darius - 4 Pelts & 40 XP

Total Pelts - 119 || Total Exp - 116

Join dis group, i draw yer cutie woofers

Description

"....Oh,I forgot to remember to forget...."
Due to choices and interactions from other characters, Vio's character might be changing drastically. Bad or Good.

RP Status - CLOSED

F r i e n d l y R e m i n d e r,
CC is a mature group, some material may be offensive to readers. The opinions, ideas, actions expressed through characters in RPs and artwork do not reflect the views of CC as a group or their writers. CC does not condone the actions of characters in any media submitted to this fictional world based on wild wolves. Reader and viewer discretion is advised.
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Name: Vioren, doesn't introduce himself as such, only responds to Vio
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Height: 36"
Weight: 116
Appearance: Long legged fool would be the best description. Vio has medium length semi-curly, slightly unkempt fur, long, pointed tail, and short tufts that encompasses his very fit, but thin runner body ( may also be described as "feminine" ). Average but pointed ears, a thicker and average length snout adorned with a large nose. His eyes and cheek bones are rather feminine, eyes are sharp and pointed, cheek bones low and defined.
Vio has a thin necklace cord that fits juuuust right as it hides between his fur and skin mostly only visible on the sides. Attached to that cord are 3 feathers of a red winged blackbird. You touch these feathers and you're gonna have a bad time.
Markings do not have to be 100% on point, his fur is messy and they can "move" around. He has a cream marking in the shape of a wide V on his chest. Brown dorsal stripe can be drawn as ticking, as well as under belly.
UPDATE - Scars from Darius' fight, there are plenty of old and new marks hidden in his longer fur. These will fade ( not completely) in a year or so.

Territory: Veda
Rank: Healer, Delta
Family: Half Cousin Darius ( unknown for now )

Personality:

Modest - Honorable - Obedient
To not call Vioren a Good Wolf, would be strange. He follows orders no matter how simplistic or humiliating they might be, makes good on his word ( if he ever makes it ), he gives as much good as he can muster with no expectation of getting any reward or recognition, and seemingly always has a joke behind his teeth. Vio's first impressions are rather stellar as he's so easy pretty to talk to about anything without fear of judgement or harshness. One might say he just emits an aura of calm. Even when in disagreement with some one he respects or holds authority over him, he makes his feelings known in a respectful, constructive manner... for the most part, he has a tendency to use sarcasm or jokes. Vio doesn't hand out promises, vows, oaths and such like it's candy. He takes it very seriously to have an honorable and trustworthy word. To earn some thing like that from him, shows a certain fondness or admiration that would earn a wolf more determined than the sun that rises everyday by your side for it gives him purpose. To ask for his word, unless very special circumstance, is certainly to spell disaster. No matter how dire the situation may be, if a wolf has not earned that right within his eyes Vio will be almost irrationally offended and might even be sparked to go against what was asked of him.

Lazy - Careless - Distant
If Vio is known for anything, it's his laziness. At times he can't even be bothered to walk to the other side of the field to avoid sunburn, let alone lift his muzzle to bite at that itch on his leg. Some days, it'll be harder to get the male up than to find a flying albino bear in west. On such days, he's rather high maintenance; if one even has the patience or care to keep following around. He's very prone to just let himself collapse in random places for a nap, especially if he feels its going to be a rather uneventful day or if the tasks he's been assigned are just too easy and done too quickly. It is not unlikely to find Vio quite literally buried under leaves that have fallen over him, or as a mound of snow with just a pale nose poking out. Don't even bother asking him for favors on these kinds of days, unless it doesn't directly make or break the very existence of Veda, it can wait till tomorrow, maybe the day after that too. This trait bleeds into his hygiene. While he's almost never a pile of mud and grim, his fur does get matted, tangled, and just scruffy on a regular basis. He'll make a joke about it being for "the ladies" and hear no more of it. Despite being kind, obedient, helpful, and just a friend to everyone, he's not very open. He never speaks of his own experiences, of his family, his inner thoughts, what should be done in the world, what his plans are, what he likes, dislikes, and some times his words can seem generic despite his intentions. Vio is not very good with words when it comes to his thoughts on things, he can be motivational and supportive when it deals with your problems but his own, nah, forget it, he'll figure it out... surely. These traits mixed with his ups and downs of motivation can make the wolf seem either complex or just plain wishy washy with a dab of moody.

Romantic - Comical - Emotional
Vio is a bubbly fellow, even if his body language doesn't reflect such. As he lays negligently in the grass, not caring that the blunt stick he's laid on has been impaling him for the past few hours, he'll turn his bright golds to address you with a lighthearted remark. Or, as he walks with a pace that'd be more akin to an elder or an injured wolf, head low, eyes darting he'd still stop to smell the flowers, maybe even look up to the serene endlessness of the sky. If you're lucky, catch him muttering some thing dripped in such emotion that'd it would be bizarre to hear from such a laid back wolf. It'd be nonsense of course, cryptic language or just plain gibberish pretending to be sentences, but that isn't the point. Vio isn't romantic in the sense of desiring, lust, or even a certain kind of companionship but rather, that his lungs continue to swell with cool breath because he finds this world and all of it's inhabitants, beautiful. Almost pacifist nature on things he always tries to diffuses situations with logic just, he lacks the finesse to craft a speech that embodies his true emotions that he's locked away, so he just condenses it all in a string of jokes.. Or, when he's trying to connect with another unable to convey his feelings, Vio will just strike up some riddles. It's often lead to him being unable to be taken seriously. Thus, he refrains from being outspoken or attempting to open up.

Paranoid - Hopeless - Zealous
Motivation and purpose play a large role in Vio's life. His motivations to do anything are often just a roll of the dice. Even with his condition and phobia aside, Vio has a spastic and consuming mind. Safety and purpose are things that can truly haunt him. He'd care not if he has some grand arch nemesis howling out his name every morn or if the plague is bearing down on his body but rather, physical harm from kin and if he even has a point in this world. Vio isn't the strongest of wolves, he's rather weak, only ever defending or running from attacking wolves. Even if he wasn't lanky and meant for retreating, his morals and instincts just don't let him attack. He understands too well, or not at all, thinking up reasons that are filled with logic as to why good wolves do bad things or how bad wolves came to be, whether they be true or based on evidence is a whole other story. Vio tries to base each wolf off their present actions to decide if they're bad or good but his heart keeps asking, why? This is where the internal strife of hopelessness and the over-zealous desire to see change is ever fighting within the wolf's body becomes prevalent, inescapable. On the frost of a warm breath can Vio's very core just flip. He can give in to the thought they're just animals, killing each other for sport, for revenge, for reward. That he has no reason all the reason to play their game of pack verses pack, blood verses blood, family verses strangers. He knows everyone is capable of good, but here, he finds that every wolf is capable of bad and that the easy path, is the one most tread. That he can do absolutely nothing to bring out the good, to lead or convince those to take the hard, rocky path. So, he just lays down. Yet, some times, he will stand right back up. Paws firmly grounded, ears perked, head raised as an expression of determination crosses his features. No, he'll say in quiet reverie, you give good and you'll get it back. Of course, he'll be stumped for a long time in how to actually do that to wolves that'd rather be in power or talk with their teeth and claws. Or how to persuade a peaceful, basically pacifist movement onto others. But the hard path calls to him in the quiet hours and purpose numbs away the depression and fear and he feels he can do anything, he just might, one day.

Before the Winter Storm:

"Everyday I was told, "Little Vioren, you will go on a long, honorable journey one day." What they meant, "Vioren, if you don't leave when you come of age, we're going to starve and be forced to drive you out because you are low born."

Vio's life started far, far Northwest, in vast plains that froze to a solid, crisp white and the dirt didn't thaw for two years. Harsh winters, cold summers. No season was easy but all were calm and lovely. His pack, The Myriads were large and nomadic. They strode through many, many miles and past several borders. His ancestors, and theirs before them, followed the herds of caribou, elk, of prey all over the lands holding no claim but to the bonds they created between each other. It just so happen that he was born while they crossed over the more barren of their generations long journey and when the herds were thin. Vio's pack prospered which meant prey and resource suffered wherever they tread, even if it was done without intention. The Myriads had a complex hierarchy. The pair at the top called The Champions, how they become in power is decided in many ways. Some times the Gods choose, some times the pack does, or they take power and hope for no rebellion. Vio doesn't remember, not caring much about how the current Champions came to be, probably by the Gods, they were awfully graceful in his memories, adorned with flowers and feathers. Next came the Guard, which protected the pack and it's ideals, he liked them, for the most part. The Knights which enforced the Champions word and pack's decisions, they were often the front liners if the pack decided to intrude and take from a rival's land. Then the two pairs of Feathers, some times the pairs would be mates other times not, which served as advisers, diplomats, and various other social doings. Then there was everyone else, called The Chorus made up of all sorts of trades. Innumerable in fact, as it would be whatever they pack needed but didn't fit the ranks above. Which Vio always thought was incredibly backwards, Hunters, Gatherers, Trackers, Scouts were just as important, if not more than the snake like Feathers or the fat bullies of the Knights. His bitterness of this convoluted, unequal society festered as he grew older. They were a family, for the most part and times of before we're spoken with a somber tone. It seemed that when the pack was smaller, more tight knit was it truly paradise but now that they lead basically an army, things had gotten sour.

There were a couple of litters before him, small sure, but too many by the time his parents decided they too, wanted pups to raise. He was born a single child. Not impossible to happen, but rather improbable. Nonetheless, he received all the attention, spoiled to no end, and given the love of his parents wholeheartedly for the first months of his life. Well, until, a male came to their camp one night, dropping a pup at his father's paws. He snarled some thing about, 'stay away from my mate,' and continued on his merry way never to be seen again. This pup became Vio's half sister, it seemed father wasn't as noble and loyal as mother had first thought. The family was, promptly, torn apart. His father disgraced and exiled, a bit excessive but the Champions were looking for any excuse to shove wolves to the cold. Vio was given the choice to leave with him, as he was deemed just strong enough to go, which was a complete lie. Vio may be a large pup, but he was thin and couldn't help in hunting, which was extremely dangerous and difficult to do so on one's own. The herds they followed were more than known to beat and batter lone wolves to death. Luckily, he was disgusted by him and stayed by his mother's side. Now, they just had this bastard pup to take care of. Avalyn, Vio's mother, was a wonderful wolf. She loved that little girl like she did Vio, even gave her a new name of Vaalen. But all the love of a mother could not change the world and the pressing concerns that were to come. Avalyn was but a Hunter. Low born, unimportant, a no one. Easy excuses to give volunteers for what would later be called, The Journey.

"I could've changed things... the title of Champion could be taken by force... by vote... I was lucky to walk South."

First, the pack had several deliberations on how to solve their growing problem. There were too many wolves, there were too many pups, and there wasn't enough space and food. Their neighbors weren't too friendly either, as they were also putting the stationary packs in jeopardy. Many solutions were spoken, nothing as drastic as murdering the young ones but Vio could see it in the eyes of a few. Eventually, wolves started to come to the conclusion of splitting the pack into two and going different directions. A treaty was set up between the newly formed Ragreth and the Old Myriad. The details of the treaty are unknown to Vio, it was long ago and he was too young to be there during these sessions. He could only make guesses at this point. Next, the Champions put in place a pact that would help with population control. Out of each litter, only one could be viable for permanent residence in Myriad until population fell below 18, then only those in The Chorus would follow this pact. His mother would fall under this pact no matter what circumstance. Avalyn had a choice to make, send her only child out into the world or have Vaalen be abandoned again.

"What kind of a choice is that to make? Could you imagine the pain she went through everyday...? No, I don't blame her."

Life continued on from then, but the pack was forever changed. A lot of sorrow was born and the pack's culture flourished to cope. The Journey was elevated to be an honor and the preservation of their way of life through the Journey or Martyrdom rippled though the pack. It was mostly because of the couple elders they had, who wove stories and lifted spirits. They talked of ancestors and their struggles, then of Gods, of glory in death through battle, in the great sacrifice for one's pack and Champions, then nature and it's balance. All the while everyone was desperate for a glimmer of hope, scarfing down these sudden and new teachings, Vio and his family sat in the back, brewing in ever growing bitterness and hate. Vaalen took it the hardest, even as she grew into a Juvenile and Vio was trained for his Journey she never let go. Her body was strong and she tailored it for fighting, there was nothing more she wanted than to be strong, strong for her adopted mother, strong for her half brother, strong for her beliefs. Vio, on the other paw, became more withdrew. The days where he couldn't get out of bed for any reason began. Only the soft pleas of his mother could convince him to carry out the tasks pressed him forward, forward until the day he was to leave.

A full year of training, teaching, preparation. All of it, was sapped away in a moment. Vio thought he was ready, ready to face the world alone and succeed. It happened so fast, the pack was moving, then hunting, eating then, as night fell and dawn rose the six that were sent on their Journey stood together. There was no home to return to, no home to find, their entire lives were running from place to place just, now they had to spend it all alone. Well, some of the wolves paired off but as far as he knew, that didn't help their survival rate. It was early spring that soft, rosy morn. His birthday was two days prior. What was their purpose? Bring honor to the Old Myriad, to your families, to the way of life they lived, to The Gods.

"Vague horsehockey. They were sending us to death... I guess I count myself lucky, finding a pack that doesn't murder on sight or sends their pups to their doom. Who knows what the others found."

During the Winter Storm, after a full years worth of travel and exploration, some times with another loner at his side, he and his current travel pal, Rye, find themselves amidst the harshest storm they've seen. Before it grabs them in it's frozen claws, the pair hide away in a small cave. As the entrance becomes more and more blocked off, to the point digging through it seems impossible, Vio becomes rabid and almost insane. He is less intent on murdering the female in his prison but inclined to end his own life. The intense fear that wells inside him is uncontrollable and his howls and desperate need to escape rival the noise and thunder of the storm outside. Rye is forced into a desperate situation as the male has begun frantically searching for some thing sharp to impale himself on. Vio is not a strong wolf, Rye wasn't either but she beats him in a rather bloody and harsh battle as Vio begs for her to end him she subdues the male after she choked him into sleep.

After the Winter Storm the week would be very long for the rogue pair. Vio and his body shut down, instinct causing him to stay asleep to avoid another uncontrollable fit that very well could end his life. Rye on the other hand, is struggling at best. She has to wrestle endlessly with a wolf that at any moment could fight and perhaps kill her. She has to stay up almost all hours, talking to him, force feeding the scraps they have, and helping him through this nightmare they've fallen into. Soon, however, as the twinkles of light sift through the entrance, pale yellow eyes open, a snout takes a breath of fresh air. Only now, does he realize, he's awoken alone. Rye has died in her final rest. She was malnourished to begin with, Vio had traveled with her in hopes of getting the female back in shape or find a pack for her to stay but starvation had taken her in the last hours of the night. After the Winter Storm, the chocolate wolf rose from the place they had holed up in, to find they weren't in the same place. The cave they had laid in was now a giant tree and the lands around them looked different from what he remembered, not that he would truly know, he was a traveler. After a proper burial and goodbye, a heavyhearted Vio walks to find the pack he and Rye had heard rumors about. Veda, was his destination, he was hoping Rye and he could find a forever home after he admitted his feelings to the pale, grey wolf.

Likes: Vio likes a great many things, he'd like to think he has simple tastes.
Dislikes: Vio tries to never hate but he can list a couple things, like useless violence and stupidity.

Other:
Has mild to severe depression which is often, if not always, mistaken / interpreted as laziness. ( see personality )

Vio also has a very crippling phobia of Cleithrophobia: a fear of being trapped or locked in an enclosed space. Which lends a hand in paranoia and a great fear of going underground, even just a few feet, thus doesn't sleep in dens where he can't stick his face out of or at least see and hear the outside. He hardly tries to hide his anxiety about traps or enclosed areas.

Voice Actor - Brandon Keener - ( minor / unimportant mass effect spoilers )

- Themes -
Step Out Jose Gonzalez, Lyrics
Wand'rin Star Lee Marvin, Lyrics
Koto CloZee, Instrumental

Trivia:
Vio's scent seems to be so practical and so unremarkable in its profile that it's easy to recognize, but one can discern a certain kind of sweetness that reminds the nose of mint.
Vio's Alignment is Chaotic Neutral, with notes of Chaotic Good.
His orientation is Demisexual, aka 'chronic fall in love with your bestfriend'sexual
Vio regards pack mates as my Lord or my Lady, quite often.
Seems to always test each stranger to see if they're a cannibal with a joke.
Is very fond of vegetables and most fruit, specifically carrots and oranges.

RP Prompts and Character Goals:
( in order of priority, multiple prompts can be handled in one rp, same with goals, updated often )

Greetings, Fellow Carnivorous Furballs!
Vio is still rather fresh to the group and quite the socialite as he's been alone for a while and has recently experienced a loss of a good friend. He would love to meet and greet every member of Veda! He's a pretty casual guy rather likely to just straight walk up to a wolf and start some conversation.Well, as long as said wolf doesn't look like they've got a stick up their bum and if they do, he might just suggest to help pull it out. One can approach Vio whenever they please, he has a welcoming expression most of the time. Vio will attempt to interact with everyone in anyway that seems logical or kind. Need help with marking territory? Awkward, but okay. Lonely in a field of flowers but have allergies? He'll tear them all up for you. Either way, Vio is going to seek out or be sought out till his goal of making a good first impression on every one is complete.

More Prompts ASAP

Group History and Relationships:
- Curious of ||  - Friendly Rival ||  - Mentor ||  - Friend ||  - Close Friend ||  - Like Kin ( or is Kin )

- Pity ||   - Relates to/Understands ||  - Disgust ||  - Suspicion / Caution ||  - Fear ||  - Terrified of

- Approves of ||  - Enjoys ||  - Love ||  - Disapproves of ||   - Disregards ||  - Loathe ||  - Betrayed by

- Trust || - Lust || - Romantic Feelings ||  - Attraction ||  - Crush ||  - Obsession

- Respect ||  - Feels Responsible For ||  - Apprentice ||  - Dependent on

  - Mate || - Deceased || - Oath, Honor Bound ||   - Vendetta against

Howl of Chanigah
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Tessa of Veda
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Aya of Veda
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Nimrah of Rogues
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Scarlett of Veda
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Bloom of Rogues
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Lean of Veda
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Earnings:
A Couple of Good Boys - Artwork of Vio n Howl - 7 Pelts, 10 Exp
"Hunting Gone Wrong" - Vio n Scarlett - 2 pelts
Fiery Crimson, Mellow Gold - Artwork of Vio n Scarlett - 25 Pelts, 30 Exp

Previous Total - 34 pelts
Necklace Cord minus 15
3x Native feathers minus 12

"The Elk That Wasn't" P.1 and P.2 - Vio n' Howl - 6 pelts, 10 exp, 8 pelts, 40 exp
"Racing Dusk" - Vio n' Aya - 7 pelts
"Red Feathers" - Vio 'n Nimrah, 8 pelts 10 exp
Alternate Universe Meme - 8 pelts, 12 exp
Of Gold and Ash - Artwork of Vio n Vaalen - 8 pelts
Confession Meme - 8 Pelts & 12 XP
Come the Night - Artwork of Vio - 5 pelts
"Ace of Swords " - Artwork of Vio - 7 pelts

Ranked up from Omega to Delta Healer - 124 - 120 = 4 XP

"Down the Mountain and Through the Woods " - Vio 'n Bloom, 7 pelts, 10 exp
"Heavy is The Cost P1. "  - Vio n Nimrah, 7 Pelts & 10 XP
"Heavy is the Cost P.2" - Vio n Nimrah, 5 Pelts & 40 XP
"Shiver "- Vio n Lean, 8 pelts
"The Champion's Path " - Vio n Tessa 4 pelts
"Petals " - Vio n Aiyana 5 pelts
"Age Meme - Vio " - 8 Pelts & 12 XP
"A Baited Dispute " - Vio n Darius - 4 Pelts & 40 XP

Total Pelts - 119 || Total Exp - 116

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