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Ooc: Yay! Gekkie is back!!
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Name: Gekirin Ryuumin Yomenimoakarui
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Meanings: imperial wrath, unknown, luminous in the dark
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Name Origin: Japanese
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Gender: Male
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Age: 2 years
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Relations:
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sire: Dhrejon Sangra (II) (deceased; murder)
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dam: Toorima Yomenimoakarui (deceased; sickness, old age)
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Uncle: Zyuushima Yomenimoakarui (alive)
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siblings: Same litter: Aiyoku [female; alive], Netami [female; dead; murder], Sorcen [male; dead; murder], Yokushin [male; alive] || Previous litter: Akisu [female; alive] & unnamed stillborns
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adopted siblings: Koani [male; alive]
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mate: --
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offspring: --
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Looks:
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pelt: His fur is just a very dark black with very few signs of anything else being there. His pelt is kind of rugged looking at times, but he does like to make himself look presentable to others since he was supposed to be the alpha heir of his mother's pack.
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eyes: His eyes are a somewhat dullish shade, but they do sort of stand out from the rest of his siblings' eyes. His eyes seem more deep with thought.
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markings: There are a few new scars on his shoulder and legs. There is also one particular looking scar right above his right eye. Thankfully, this doesn't prevent him from seeing properly. All of these scars were produced by a fight between him and his uncle, Zyuushima.
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build: He is a big boy indeed. Although he will not get any taller, he will fill out some. He has a great amount of muscle mass due to the fact that he loves to train and wants to become a great leader some day of his own pack. Gekirin is one of the tallest wolves around, but maybe there might be someone out there who will meet his match.
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Inside:
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personality: Gekirin is a very quiet and closed in wolf. He would always be found thinking alone in a quiet place such as the mountains, creeks, or forests. He is influenced almost too easily, but knows right from wrong. When it comes to things like death and life, he is totally indifferent and could really care less about the matters of nature except for when the person is a close friend to him and is a faithful companion in his eyes. Gekirin is often times unsure of himself and will seek out attention from others he feels are trustworthy to him. In a nutshell, this black wolf is just very closed in and doesn't like to share his problems with those outside of his family and friends that he thinks are good for him. But although Gekirin can have a good side, there is also a bad side as well.
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Due to his father's nature, Gekirin had developed a liking for violence and leadership over time. He loved his family of course, but he didn't like the fact that they were better then him in so many ways. At least that was what he thought in his head. One sibling even hated him to the point where he just wanted Gekirin off the face of the earth. Soo, Gekirin found himself turning into someone everyone hated and despised. It was then that he turned around and fled knowing what he had become. Too put it in short words, don't mess with this wolf.
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likes: Winter, Fall, other males, family time, dark places, power, leadership to an extent, mountains.
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dislikes: strange phobia of birds, Spring, noisy females, and nosey wolves, hot weather, Summer.
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History: Born the child of rape, Gekirin was one of five puppies born to Toorima. Just a few short weeks after they were born and before their eyes even opened, their sire, Dhrejon and his little henchmen came and raided the den, taking over half the litter. Gekirin was one of the puppies taken away just because he was the largest of the brood. He barely got to know his mother and was only taught of her through Dhrejon and Keona, his adoptive mother on Guardian soil. He was warped at a young age to think that Toorima and anything associated to Yamamori was bad, but as he grew older, he realized that this wasn't always the truth.
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Gekirin didn't entirely succumb to Dhrejon's mind-raping as Netami and Sorcen did when he was young, at first, and was often excluded from that pair because of that. The other pups in the pack, the ones that were actually Keona and Dhrejon's litter didn't really take to Gekirin much either, so he was often times left to his own. When news of Dhrejon's murder reached him, Gekirin was indifferent. He really wasn't all that close to his blood Father, or so it seemed, and it really did not matter to him if he were alive or not. When the remainder of the Guardian Forests pack dispersed after their Alphen's death, Gekirin took this as an opportunity to just up and vanish from them, leaving Sorcen and Netami to their vengeful ways.
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It was after this time that Gekirin had made it back home on to Yamamori soil and was reunited with his mother, Toorima Yomenimoakarui. Both were very happy and soon, the two set off into their pack lands hoping for the best. Gekirin of course had met his sister called Aiyoku, then he met his brother, Yokushin. But it was this one adoptive sibling that made his blood boil to the point where he just couldn't stand it. His name was Koani. Gekirin tried to make peace with the disgusting creature of angst and depression, but nothing would work. Koani even said that he was just like his sire. How stupid was that? But soon, Gekirin began to realize more and more that Koani was right. And now there was only one thing left to do, leave his homeland that he loved so much.
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With parting words and saddening good-byes, Gekirin left his birth pack knowing what he would become and knew in his heart that this wasn't the place for him to stay. Gekirin would only tare apart what his mother had worked so hard to build. For days, Gekirin fled to other parts of the wilderness seeking out a pack that would best suite him. After days of traveling, the black prince came to a land filled with so many creatures. And there was also not one, but three different wolf packs that roamed the different landscapes. First was the Kiskana pack, their alphess was named Aspen and their alpha was a white brute by the name of Cyrano. But their pack didn't seem to fit his needs for a higher ranking and a way to prove himself. He wanted something more. So onward he went to check out the next two packs. The Likuta Mountain wolves were a special pack. They were rambuctous and quite talented in many ways, but they were too small in numbers. This was not the place for him, for what was a pack without the security of a huge decent amount of members? Gekirin moved on until he found the next best thing to Yamamori. The Tyjik pack was run by a black alphess named Vitauni. Her velvety coat and golden eyes reminded him of his beautiful mother. This was the place for him.
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Gekirin successfully gained entry into the pack and was soon given the ranking of warrior by Vitauni herself. Along with the black wolfess, he met another interesting creature. A wolf-coyote hybrid by the name of Carrico had befriended him over the course of just a few days. For the many days and nights that they had spent together, Gekirin had earned her as a valuable friend. Things seemed to be getting better for the young brute as he tried to find his way in the world. But it wasn't too long afterwards that he found out what was really going on. The two packs, Kiskana and Tyjik were in a war much like the one that had happened so long ago back home. Afraid for what was to come, Gekirin stayed to himself. It was during this time that another calamity had occured. A great flood had struck the entire land crushing all in its path. All of the packs were separated from one another and many lives were lost. The following seasons though, more wolves came back to the area and the flood waters receded. Life was returning to normal. But one pack was forever lost. The Likuta Mountain wolves all pretty much had disbanded or join the ranks of the two packs that were still thriving. One pack though was formed from a much bigger black female by the name of Macabre. Her pack was then known as Mordechai. Gekirin stayed with this young alphess, Vitauni.
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Things seemed to get back into order after a little while. And it seemed that the war was long gone from everyone's minds. Even Vitauni seemed to care less and less every day. In fact, during the on coming Winter months, Gekirin had begun to feel the effects of love and affection. After a short time, his heart had fallen for Vitauni. But knowing that she was the alphess of the pack made him start to wonder if he really ever had a chance with her to begin with. So the young brute backed off. Gekirin lived the rest of the time by himself, doing what ever he pleased and stayed away from trouble. It was around this time as well that Gekirin had become to feel a lot more home sick. Feeling the need to come back home, the young wolf felt troubled. He couldn't just leave Vitauni after he had sworn to stay and serve her. What was he supposed to do about it? Nothing at all. At least for the time being. A few more days wore on and then, something happened. All of the wolves seemed to have been dissappearing left and right. Where was everyone? After a long time period, all of the packs seemed to just have just up and left. Oh well, this gave Gekirin time to do what he felt that he must do: come straight back to his home.
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Now that it was Spring, Gekirin had made it past his first year of survival and had grown very much. He was finally ready to take on what ever troubles came his way when he returned back home. Little did he know what was awaiting his arrival though. Yokushin and Koani were not at all ready for his return. Both gave him angry looks of hate. But he didn't bother to ackowlegde their hateful glares. Gekirin had returned just in time to see his mother before she had passed on. With clear golden eyes, he watched her pass on to the spirit world. Toorima was no more. But that was alright. At least she passed on knowing that her last son, the last heir to Yamamori, had permanently come home.
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