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this is the discussion & forms thread for pale sun rose

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If there were such xa thing as xa blue blood among xwerewolves,
that would be xGabriel Braithwaite. xOr more specifically, xhis
family. xThe Braithwaites xtrace their xancestry xfurther back
than most lycan families could even dream of, and they've made
this clear: xthey consider themselves something akin to royalty.
But then there's xGabriel — kind-hearted, concerned xGabriel,
who has always xfound himself rather xpained at the xthought of
placing himself xabove anyone else, xlet alone another werewolf.

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This difference in thought led to him leaving his family and their
strictly hierarchical pack when he was in his early twenties. Yet
his upbringing has xinevitably left its mark on him: xhe is highly
knowledgeable xand has had a good grasp of his lycan side since
he was young. xAlthough much of his time after leaving his fam-
ily felt like xgrasping for xsomething in xthe dark, xhe has since
found xa use for his xknowledge and talent: xhe utilizes them to
heal. xxx With xx Gabriel, xx you'll xx be x in xx good x hands.

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Gabriel Benjamin Braithwaite · "Gabe" · 28
· cismale, he/him · questioning · werewolf ·
pack medic · six foot one · athletic physique
· soft brown eyes · black hair · fragrance of
cypress & cashmere wood · fc; henry cavill

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───────────( 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞

𝙄𝙏 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎𝙉❜𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙃 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙋𝙀𝙎.

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nurse xthem xback to health,x much to the
disapproval of his family. They never quite
seemed to understand him, or his care for
such fragile things. Fortunately for him, he
wasn't the firstborn of the family, xand his

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𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗

(( 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞, 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞, 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞

𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉❜𝙏 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙏

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Since xGabriel xwas a child, xevery lost
animal and wounded bird would become
his concern: he would take them in and

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parents eventually turned
their x attention x toward
raising xhis xolder xsister
as xthe next head of xthe
Braithwaite pack, leaving
Gabriel to pursue his own
path. xAlthough xgrowing
older has left him with a

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𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 // 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘔𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘓𝘌𝘍𝘛

───( 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀

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shell, xa desire to keep some
of his xgentleness to xhimself
for fear of being judged, xas
a man who often has a some-
what rough appearance and is
rarely clean-shaven or neatly
dressed. Yet around people he
knows xand trusts, xhe is less

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𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗡𝗘❜𝗦 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗪𝗦

( 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘚

𝙄𝙏❜𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙒𝙇

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afraid to live as himself, with
his heart on his sleeve. xHis
hands xmay be large and in-
elegant, but xthey're gentle,
and as the pack's medic, he
never xgives xanything less
than his best. xThese times
haven't xbeen easy for him.

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𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀

(( 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘈𝘠 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞

𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗪𝗘❜𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗦

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𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄❟ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄

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Andy has no clue who his parents might have been. He was a foster
kid, xmoving from home xto home since he could remember. xHigh
school wasn't great, but he actually graduated, contrary to popular
belief, xand after aging out of xfoster care, xthings started going
downhill. xHe's worked on-and-off in construction, and after being
turned forced him to change his ways, he had taken that up again.
Overall, Andy's a simple guy, who mostly just wants a good burger.
And if you catch him reading something like Camus, no you didn't.

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Andrew David Callahan · "Andy" · twenty-six
· cismale, he/him · heterosexual · werewolf ·
member · five foot eleven · strong physique
· ocean blue eyes · golden brown hair · frag-
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𝙄❜𝙑𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘽𝙔 𝙈𝙔𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁 𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙈𝙔 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀

𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘐'𝘔 𝘖𝘒𝘈𝘠 𝘐'𝘔 𝘖𝘒𝘈𝘠 𝘐'𝘔 𝘖𝘒𝘈𝘠 𝘐'𝘔 𝘖𝘒𝘈𝘠

𝗜 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗪𝗔𝗬

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much to the chagrin of the others captured
alongside him. xHe's a master of unhealthy
coping, and frankly, he doesn't remember
a thing xabout those weeks. xIt seems that
the hunters xwanted an animal and an ani-
mal they got, xbecause the wolf must have

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─────( 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙐𝙏

𝖨'𝖵𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖭 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖮𝖲𝖤 𝖨𝖥 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶

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been in control over those weeks, or else he
has xno other xexplanation for xthis gap in
his memory. Then again, Andy's no stranger
to imprisonment: xlong before he was even
a werewolf, xhe was a drifter, a good-for-
nothing failure who got by xon petty crime.

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𝘖𝘏, 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘉𝘌 𝘔𝘠𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍 )───

𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟

─────( 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘓 𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘝𝘌

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝙈𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝘿𝙄𝙀

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Looking at Andy, it would be dif-
ficult to tell that xhe'd just gone
through xweeks xof xinvoluntary
confinement xwith no xcertainty
of xwhat would xhappen to him.
He xmight even xlaugh about it,

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───( 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡❜𝗧 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢

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About anx hour or two
after being xreleased
from xa stint in xjail,
he xfound xhimself in
a bar fight with what
turned xout to xbe a
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𝘐 𝘎𝘖𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌

𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿

𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘜𝘐𝘓𝘛 𝘈 𝘞𝘈𝘓𝘓

𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗨𝗧

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must xhave xbeen the
explanation, because
after the guy outright
bit xx him, xx Andy
became the way he is
now. That was about
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NAME born leo ansley, goes solely by leo • AGE twenty-
seven years old • GENDER cismale, he/him • SEXUALITY
pansexual, slight masc preference • HEIGHT 5'10", app
roximately 178 cm • APPEARANCE muscular physique,
physically fit • chocolate brown hair + eyes • shoulder
length, naturally wavy hair • full sleeve of tattoos on
right arm • lip + ears pierced ROLE member
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𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖

grew up in a strict household with controlling parents, both adults in the house wildly
judgemental of others and refusing to let leo -spend time around- anyone who didn't
fit their standards- • -when leo was old enough to find out he absolutely hated being
fit into a mold, he -started -to -do everything in his power to piss his parents off and
live his own life - started hanging out -with the- kids -who his parents always warned
him against, -staying out late and making- dumb decisions (partying, practicing his
graffiti skills via vandalism, etc). hated going home,- knowing that he'd just end up
in a fight with his parents, -so he started spending the night on whoever's couch he

could -•-- after a- particularly -long- night -of -partying -with his -friends and a few consecutive nights away from
home, returning to his parent's place that night barely able to stand, he got into a nasty fight with his father and
ended up leaving home for good • spent some time on the road after that, hitchhiking to get around - was turned
by a stranger he took a ride from, doesn't remember much of it. was found by a wolf at everett.

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has matured a lot since his teenage years,
but still has the same spunk + energy - will
still gladly rebel against anyone who he be
lieves doesnt have the best interest of him
self and those around him in mind • has do
ne all kinds of odds and ends jobs growing
up to earn some money and is quite skilled
at adapting to his surroundings. while the
pack was split up and they were forced to
blend back into human society, leo worked
as a mechanic at a local automotive shop,
and then as a cook at a restaurant when
he got bored at the first job. he's fiercely
loyal to people, not necessarily places.

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has quite the competitive streak - won't let himself be seen as weak, his strength
something-he- prides himself in. x he's quick to get defensive if questioned, thex
first to suggest a duel/show of skills if need be. quite immature, in that manner
• a carefree soul, but is also the first person to volunteer for a task to help the
pack - has a -deep -sense- of- responsibility -after joining the- pack, constantly
feeling like he needs to prove himself - • -wildly impulsive - almost every single
modification he's done to his body was an impulse decision, someone who thinks
with their heart first and foremost --• -- not the most outgoing person, but isn't
exactly quiet, either - won't be the -first to- strike- a conversation, but can be
quite humorous, if given the chance •- has a dry sense of humor and often uses
sarcasm, playful by nature but not someone to bring attention to himself. tends
to whisper snide remarks under his breath; --it's not an airport. you don't have
to announce your departure. -----don't worry about what people think...they
don't do it very often • absolutely despises being alone and will find any excuse
to be around others. --doesn't mind -silently existing in- someone else's space.

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name: Hendrix Knox Argent.
nickname: The Ghost.
sex: male.
age: twenty-nine.
sexuality: bisexual
rank: captured beta.
scent: smoke and cedarwood.
fur color: black medium length as a human
as a wolf mainly black, with white patches.
eye color: near on black as a human,
golden brown as a wolf.
build: stocky, muscular.
scars: Several on his body.
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positive traits: natural leader, loyal, protective, listener, strategic, level headed, affectionate, witty, charismatic, adaptable,
disciplined, stoic, independent, observant,
negative traits: ruthless, vengeful, deceptive, cold and calculating, stubborn, temperamental, cynical, dominate, aggressive at times,
secretive, intimidating, arrogant, unforgiving, risk-taker

Hendrix Argent isn't your stereotypical villain. Forget flamboyant megalomaniacs and cackling maniacs. He is a viper in a
bespoke suit, a hurricane disguised as a charming smile (though that smile was a rare sight). They called him "The Ghost," a title
both a testament to his ability to operate unseen and a chilling warning to those who dared cross him. He spun webs of deceit so
intricate, so audacious, that even the most seasoned con artists gaped in awe. Underestimating The Ghost was akin to mistaking a
purring tiger for a house cat – a potentially fatal error in judgment.

His eyes, obsidian pools reflecting an unyielding intellect, held a glint that could curdle milk at twenty paces. Mercy is a word
absent from his vocabulary, a dusty relic from a life he'd long discarded. Betrayal, however, is a dish best served cold, and The
Ghost possessed the patience of a seasoned predator. He wouldn't just break you; he'd dismantle you piece by agonizing piece,
leaving a whimpering shell in the wake of his vengeance.

But beneath the layers of meticulously crafted ice, a flicker of warmth remained. It was a secret he guarded with the same ferocity
he brought to his schemes. Family. That was his Achilles' heel, the one chink in his meticulously crafted armor. For them, a ghost of
a smile might flit across his lips, a smile that spoke volumes of the hidden affection that simmered beneath the surface. It was a
surprising revelation, a stark contrast to the ruthless persona he'd so meticulously cultivated.

He isn't just a cold-blooded strategist, oh no. The Ghost is a rogue, a trickster who reveled in the meticulously orchestrated
chaos of his cons. A master manipulator, he could disarm you with a well-timed joke, only to pull the rug out from under you
moments later. This duality, this captivating contradiction between icy ruthlessness and hidden warmth, was the essence of Hendrix
Argent. He was an enigma, a storm brewing beneath a deceptively calm surface. Most saw only the chilling facade, the mastermind
pulling strings from the shadows. But for the fortunate few who had glimpsed the man behind the mask, he remained a captivating
mystery, a devil with a heartbreaking smile. ≪ ≪ ≪

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name: Wren Everlin Novak.
nickname: n/a.
sex: female.
age: twenty-four.
sexuality: bisexual
role: human.
scent: vanilla and petrichor
hair color: shoulder-length chestnut
brown/auburn red
eye color: soft hazel brown
build: lean and petite
scars: only a couple small ones.
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positive traits: confident, resilient, entertaining, independent, protective, resourceful, adaptable, open-minded, empathetic, loyal,
charismatic, energetic, curious, passionate
negative traits: impulsive, sharp-tongued, attention-seeking, hypocritical, guarded, restless, provocative, vindictive, unpredictable,
impatient, secretive, self-destructive, inconsistent, manipulative, reckless

Wren Novak is a paradox wrapped in a firecracker. This "devilish and daring woman," as some called her, possessed an allure that
was both irresistible and dangerous. Men flocked to her, moths drawn to a flame, mesmerized by her sharp wit and fearless spirit.
Wren reveled in the attention, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. But this magnetism often landed her in hot water, a
consequence she both courted and cursed.

However, Wren is no damsel in distress. Beneath the facade of playful defiance lay a steely resolve and a backbone forged in fire.
She wouldn't tolerate disrespect, neither towards herself nor those she cared about. Her weapon of choice? A tongue sharper than a
diamond-tipped stiletto. Sarcasm dripped from her like honey, laced with a sting that could leave welts. This talent, while
undeniably impressive, often backfired, escalating situations and fueling the very trouble she aimed to avoid.

Despite her devil-may-care attitude, Wren possessed a surprising capacity for fun. She thrived on spontaneity, embracing life with
infectious zest. Stress, for her, was a fleeting visitor, dealt with in the privacy of her own mind, leaving not a single wrinkle on her
carefree facade. A touch hypocritical, she held honesty in the highest regard. Lies, especially those directed at her, ignited a fire in
her belly. She'd become a verbal whirlwind, shredding deceit with a devastating accuracy. Yet, the irony wasn't lost on her. Wren,
the champion of truth, could spin a web of lies so convincing, it would leave even the most seasoned deceiver speechless.

Her emotional landscape remained an enigma. Rarely, if ever, did she display vulnerability. A smirk was her constant companion, a
teasing glint in her eyes her only tell. Her pain, her sadness, remained hidden beneath a carefully constructed mask of amusement.
However, for the fortunate few who glimpsed the cracks in her armor, the sight was heartbreaking. A flicker of sorrow in her eyes
could disarm even the most cynical observer.

Wren Novak was more than just a pretty face and a sharp tongue. She possessed a cunning intellect, capable of dissecting problems
with surgical precision and formulating solutions that defied convention. Her words, carefully chosen, could manipulate emotions
with the skill of a seasoned puppeteer. She took immense pride in her independence, fiercely guarding the vulnerability she deemed
a weakness. Wren craved to be seen as a force to be reckoned with, a woman who could weather any storm. And in truth, beneath
the facade, she often did. Wren Novak was a captivating enigma, a whirlwind of contradictions that both challenged and enthralled
those who dared to get close. ≪ ≪ ≪

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