Ruebane

Solitaire (Half-Sister)

Demogorgon (Niece)

Damon (Nephew)

## Application Sheet

Ruebane was a red-furred male wolf with dark maroon-colored eyes. He lived for a time in Blutwald, until, at the peak of the Blutwald-Aryn War, in battle against Lawson, he was half-blinded. He left the pack, returning as a founding member of Hekate's northern sect of Vektren, which allowed him to explore his darker side. He left Vektren in the beginning of its war with Aryn, never to be seen again. He was created and RP'd by Tinderlan.

## Personality

* ***Versatile*.** Ruebane is able to adapt to almost any situation. Being that he has born homeless without a need for others, plus the fact he had to travel through diverse landscapes and climate, nothing truly fazes him. Furthermore he has no problem dealing with any situation or problem.
* ***Trustworthy*.** Seeming like a bit of an eerie wolf at first, Ruebane is actually very easy to get along with. There’s no type of personality he particularly hates, which makes him a companion to all. He does, however, have a slight dislike for pups. Simply because he’s never been around them, their loud yapping and always-energetic spirits tend to annoy him.
* ***Crafty*.** Sneaky plans and getaways are right up this wolf’s ally. No type of training has made him so good and slipping through the shadows, perhaps it was just passed on by his father, who shares the same talent as Ruebane. He uses this talent to also play tricks on his pack mates, simply like leaving pointy barbs in a wolf’s resting nest or leaving holes in the ground for others to fall into. “Harmless fun”, he calls it. This skill also aids him in battle, when it comes to creative ways of injuring his enemy.
* ***Sometimes Dismal.*** Rarely Ruebane will get moments of the one, earth-shattering incident that happened not too long ago,  causing him to spiral down into immense depression for a day or two. Even the greatest friend wouldn’t be able to get him to eat or even walk at this point. Time is the only thing that can heal his biggest wound.
* ***Dauntless.*** Lionhearted in battle or sparring, even the strongest enemy doesn’t flinch Ruebane. Every living creature has a weak point, you simply have to find it and exploit this weakness on your target. This method keeps Ruebane safe at the start of a fight, nimbly keeping at bay from the opponent until he can see a kink, then using it to the best of his ability.
* ***Malevolent*.** After being left behind in Blutwald when every wolf he has ever cared about died or left and his retreat from the Blutwald vs Aryn war, Ruebane has taken it upon himself to never become too attached to anything again. He feels that loving something will ultimately bring nothing but pain, as this is all that he has experienced.

## Pre-Group History

Born was a little brown and white bundle to a mother on a humid morning. As the pup grew rather quickly, he could always smell a faint scent of wolves nearby, but not as strong as the overpowering smell of salt that came from the ocean he lived next to. This was his favorite place to explore, running along the mushy sand and feeling the waves lap at his tiny paws, but when the smell of wolves got stronger, his mother forced him to retreat into the forest. **“Who are these wolves mother? Why are we not allowed to say hello?”** The gently she-wolf let out a small sigh and nudged her pup to the edge of the undergrowth, witnessing the patrol that was a long ways away near the edge of the mountains, but their figures and colors would easily be depicted.

**“That, Ruebane, is your father.”** She pointed her nose to one of the largest males. His coat was white as snow with a bit of grey on his back, along with piercing yellow eyes that glowed brighter than the others. **“His name is Duckwing, and in the refuge of the mountains is a group of wolves called OceanPack. But we cannot ever go to see them, darling. Having a pup with me, an outsider is not permitted, and who knows what could happen to you.”** With that, the female gently nudged her son back into the shadows, Ruebane’s eyes still locked onto the white warrior until he could no longer see him.

Now nearly a year old, Ruebane was nearly as big as his mother, but she still cared for him like he was a pup. A day came when the air changed, and Ruebane would see the clouds coming from the ocean weren’t normal. They moved in spirals and caused the waves to crash onto land closer to the forest than ever before. He turned to see his mother looking at the mountains in remorse, as if feeling sorry for something that was about to happen. **“We must go, my son. That storm is going to flood the mountains; I have witnessed it before with this pack. They will retreat into the forest, and when that happens they will pick up our scent, and they will find you. We must go, now, somewhere we don’t have to hide.”**

With that, the pair of mother and son left the ocean far behind them. This killed Ruebane, he loved the ocean and its relaxing sounds along with its scent and the way it seemed to go on forever. For months these two traveled, over mountains, through snow, and dark pine forests. Each pack they encountered was too hostile to even let them speak, so they were forced to keep moving south. Then, on a chilly Summer morning, the scent of wolves blew strong over a wall of tall mountains, but Ruebane could spot a small passage where the mountains looked smaller; possible to climb over. **“This way mother! Maybe these wolves will let us stay!”** Ruebane seemed excited about this scent, it smelled different from the other packs. It smelled..like a home. His mother, on the other hand, seemed not so sure. She looked at the climb with hesitance, but slowly followed her now larger son. About half-way up, the jagged rocks were covered with a thin layer of ice from the freezing rain the day before that froze overnight. **“Maybe we should wait until it’s not so slippery, Ruebane..”** His mother called, but the male didn’t seem to slow down. **“Don’t worry mother! Once we get other this mountain we can finally rest, I just know it. You can finally have a home..”**

As soon as Ruebane finished speaking, he heard a small squeak come from behind him, followed by the sound of a few rocks rolling down along with a faint thud. For the first time in his life, when he turned around, his mother was not behind him. Quickly sliding to the edge of a rock outcrop, he looked down. She was several meters down, limp, with a few small boulders covering her body. He stood frozen, with an expression that was impossible to make out. For hours he stood there, watching as a light drizzle came from the sky. Everything was silent, nothing but the noise of tinkering raindrops as they hit the rocks. There was no sad goodbye or meaningful speech, just a split moment where the one thing he loved was taken away from him. Sunrise came, and the brown and white brute was able to lay down the night before, curled up with his forepaw covering his nose, an endless amount of tears visible on his soaking wet paw.

Suddenly the sound of claws against rock from above made Ruebane lift his head, a sudden smell of danger coming over him. Getting up, he remembered he was trapped on the rock ledge. Over the rock came a huge brute, gold and black was his pelt with a large scar across his left eye. His harsh green gaze sent shivers down Ruebane’s spine. **“Who are you?”** the wolf demanded, tail pointed straight in dominance.

**“R-Ruebane...loner...”** Remembering the name of his father’s pack, he added, **“...my father was in OceanPack.”**

Suddenly the brute’s gaze became slightly softer, but not by much. **“Come.”** His deep voice bellowed, turning to disappear over the top of the rocks. Ruebane hesitantly followed, forcing himself not to look back once more as the place where his mother lay. Heaving himself over the top, the wolf lay eyes on the lush land of Blutwald, taking in the scent of comfort that came with it. Perhaps this would be his first home, but without his mother, nothing felt complete anymore.

## Group History

The wolf who had greeted him was named Stallion - and he had been permitted to join Blutwald because Stallion, too, had roots in this faraway OceanPack. The two had never met, of course, but the connection was enough to warrant giving Ruebane a chance to prove his mettle. Ruebane was shown around Blutwald by Ocala. She had connections to the pack by the ocean, too. Ruebane told her that he'd heard rumors of Blutwald being a violent place, but Ocala assured him that it was only truly the case with their last leader, Roman. The pack was much better under Stallion. Still, he felt a little uneasy at this revelation - especially after learning Stallion had killed Roman.

Ruebane enjoyed fishing, and used it as a chance to step away from the pack on occasion. One day, while fishing near the borders, he encountered a loner named Athena. She asked him to teach her some of his fishing tricks, and he agreed, if she were to help him bring down a deer to feed Blutwald.

For a time, he was almost happy. He took on a role as an Escort, working his way up to a Gamma position. But Ruebane was far from happy. Ocala and Stallion vanished in the midst of winter, and a horrible famine had settled on the pack. He did his best to help out, but with the famine, one she-wolf, Bloom (Stallion's daughter) had been caught in Aryn lands, hunting. This set off tensions between the two packs. Wolves continued to leave Blutwald, and Ruebane often felt empty and alone, wondering what he should do.

The tensions lasted for a long time before Winema (the new alpha, Stallion's former mate) and Athena agreed to turn over their prisoner. Winema brought Ruebane, along with Caspian, Estella, Kestrel, Skins, and Ramona to the meeting, in order to receive prisoners Bloom and Crash (who had tried infiltrating Aryn to free Bloom). In the midst of the battle, Ruebane found himself face-to-face with a large brown wolf - Alcatraz. Another Arynian named Lawson interrupted their battle, freeing Alcatraz to fight another opponent and taking on Ruebane himself.

The battle was quick, dangerous. Ruebane tried to choke the life out of Lawson, and Lawson played dead. Ruebane thought his opponent was done for, when the Arynian lunged upward, fangs bared, and caught Ruebane in the eye. Ruebane panicked, thrashing to get the fangs out of his eye, and fled the scene, suddenly not caring *at all* about the Blutwalders he was leaving behind. Nothing was worth this. He ran and ran, as far as his legs could take him, from the battle.

Ruebane took some time to recover, when a small earthquake rattled the Domain. Feeling like he needed the safety of a pack, Ruebane began investigating. That's when he encountered a red-furred she-wolf. She introduced herself as Hekate. Alongside other former Blutwalders Stallion, Skins, and Agatha, Ruebane became a founding member of the pack's northern sect. Other wolves he'd never met before also composed the ranks: Andras, Cassidy, Zenith, and Veron. A new pack, a new chance.

He lived quietly in Vektren, taking on the role of a Viper and quietly going about his business. Hekate would soon call upon him for a critical mission, though. She had orchestrated the kidnapping of her enemy Adrian's young daughter, Merrill. The kidnappers would need some defending on their retreat with their prize. Ruebane joined Ender, Hellion, and Shirubafurea to attack the posse of Arynians who would be trying to reclaim Merrill.

Ruebane had every intention of attacking Athena, who led the posse. He had gone to battle with her twice now, and although he had once considered her a friendly acquaintance, she was now his enemy - who had already destroyed one of his homes. He refused to let her destroy this one. Hellion, however, claimed her as his target. Because Hellion outranked Ruebane, Rue sought another opponent.

And he saw a familiar dark-furred male.

Lawson.

Screaming in fury, Ruebane lunged at Lawson, stunning the Arynian Courser. The battle was vicious, with Ruebane raging about how Lawson had stolen half his sight. He managed to subdue Lawson on the ground, severely injuring the Courser in the process, and took a moment to gloat in his victory. He would steal *Lawson's* eye. In that heartbeat-too-long of gloating, however, Hellion called for a retreat. Their work was done. Ruebane hadn't stolen Lawson's eye, but had delivered some other serious injuries to remember him by. That would have to suffice, for now.

Still, Ruebane wasn't happy. Vektren was on the eve of another war...and he had found himself relishing it. Upon his return, Ruebane was stunned. This wasn't really who he wanted to be. The blood-madness of that battle was not who *he* was, not really.

Ruebane left the Domain, desperate to find a place where he would truly be happy, not knowing the great deal of damage he had done to Aryn. His mere presence had led them to believe their enemy were Blutwalders, not Vektreni, and for many moons, they would be looking for an enemy who did not exist. But Ruebane didn't know that. He was already long gone.

## Trivia

* Takes comfort in rain, but lightning sets him on edge.
* Favorite food is fish, so he makes the effort to hunt in the stream as much as possible.
* Gets slightly panicky when he’s alone, but he doesn’t let it deter his actions.
* Don't look at him in his bad eye, he doesn't like it.
* To quote Tinderlan, on Ruebane's retirement piece: "I'd like to believe Ruebane would shed the weight in his heart and become kind and loving once again."

## Quotes

* "I understand he's your Uncle, and I will trust him because he came from our home. But Ocala...are they true? The stories? Of what he did to Blutwald?...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. What's passed is in the past, and he is my Alpha, I should trust him without doubt." (to Ocala, *Learning Blutwald Secrets*)
* "*LOOK AT ME!* You see what you have done to me? You must have known that I would always return the favor." (to Lawson, *The Posse*)

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
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