Saint

## Application Sheet

Saint was a gold-and-gray male wolf with white markings. He spent a great deal of his life in Vektren. Ultimately, he met his end in the Deep Freeze: killed by a hungry alligator as it was searching for food in the thaw. He was created and RP'd by Aetkaitz.

## Personality

* ***Cunning, Sharp, and Witty.*** While often appearing like nothing more than an aloof pretty-boy, Saint often catches wolves off guard with his impressive wit and sharp tongue. He's very quick and is often described as "snake-like" or "reptilian." He is good with his words and often uses them against others in the form of tricks or dripping sarcasm.
* ***Egocentric, Headstrong, and Superior.*** Saint is pretty and he knows it. He also is painfully aware of his abilities both physically and mentally. He is very confident in himself, though he doesn't often vocally boast, you can see it in the way he carries himself and in the way he speaks to others. He has a massive superiority complex that often causes him to butt heads with superiors. He is often very patronizing and condescending.
* ***Charming, Charismatic, Friendly, and Flirty.*** Saint harbors great social skills and is incredibly friendly, in his own sharp-tongued sarcastic way. He is a smooth talker and a heartbreaker. He thrives on others' admiration of him and feeds off of the emotional and mental games he often plays with others. He is also a massive flirt, and enjoys female attention immensely. Saint doesn't see himself "settling down" with one particular female; it would take a special kind of she-wolf to tame him.
* ***Borderline Sociopathic and Dangerous, with Violent Tendencies.*** While he doesn't have the sociopathic tendency to be antisocial, Saint lacks a real conscience while maintaining some form of morality. He is far from what his name implies. While he doesn't anger easily, he knows how to keep deadly calm when he is, and when pushed far enough, has incredibly violent tendencies and a lust for blood. He can be incredibly dangerous.

## Pre-Group History

Born to a pair of loners in the forests south of the old territory of Havir, Saint learned very early on how to fend for himself. His parents were there, of course, but it's much more of a task to survive when you're without a pack to protect you. Saint grew up listening to the witty banter and sharp remarks of his parents, which led him to the kind of wolf he is today. He was a competent learner, and a quick one too. But there was something a bit off with the young wolf's mind, a side of him that would come to fruition when a certain she-wolf came into his life.

She showed up early one morning while the trio of wolves were fast asleep in the early morning mists of the nearby lake. Saint was just under two years old, and was already very prepared to live on his own, though he preferred the company. This was his father's sister, effectively his aunt, if it weren't for the fact that she had long been disowned. Her lilting voice rattled his father out of his slumber, throwing him into a rage while the she-wolf kept incredibly calm. She was enchanting, the way she held herself and the way she spoke with such confidence and charm. She circled his father and pouted, acting incredibly innocent while her snarky smile said otherwise. Saint was captivated.

The she-wolf trotted away into the brush once more while his father was still speaking, exasperating him and causing him to storm off in the opposite direction. Saint inquired as to who the she-wolf was, but his mother hushed him and told him to forget about her. But something in the back of his mind tugged at him to learn more about her. To learn more from her.

Late that night, he heard his father talking in a hushed, intense voice not far from where he and his mother had been sleeping. He then caught wind of the silver voice of the female from earlier, which immediately piqued his interest. He rose to his feet and quietly walked toward the voices, swiveling his ears forward to listen more intently. His father was telling her to move on from here, and the female, as cunning as ever, was evading his every word. They were arguing about the death of their parents. It was supposedly her fault.

Hearing the bloody story caused an electric-like rush to flood through Saint's body, the small part in the back of his mind feeding off of it. This female would bring him to his full potential. She would bring out the part of him he had been suppressing. And by the end of the night, she did just that, without ever speaking a word to him personally. As the fox-like vixen trotted into the darkness, Saint nosed his mother's cheek in parting, and set off on his own. He had a lot to think about.

Losing his baby-sweetness and innocence, he had become much like his aunt in almost every way. He was headed in the direction of the Vektren territory, and he already had an idea on how he would impress the high ranks in order to get in. Trotting up to the border, he threw back his golden head and let out a long, musical howl. then backed off into the nearby brush to wait undercover. Two wolves eventually emerged, searching for the source of the howl, one of which he immediately recognized as the Alpha, Hekate. He had heard much about her, and he was incredibly impressed by her. She would eventually be one of the only wolves that would earn his respect and loyalty,

Deciding against performing against Hekate, Saint rose to his feet and quickly threw himself on the Alpha's companion, pouncing and throwing him to the ground beneath his feet, catching even Hekate off guard. She stepped to the side, eyeing Saint up and down. With a musical chuckle and a paw to his chest, Saint looked up at the red she-wolf.

"My bad," he said, with a voice as smooth as silk. "I must've tripped."

Stepping off of the wolf beneath his feet, he retreated a few steps and sat on his haunches with a crooked smile. The wolf on the ground stood up, bristling with rage. "I'LL KILL YOU!" he spat, making to lunge at Saint will all of his power.

Hekate lifted a paw and stopped the male, still looking straight at Saint. "You should, after that move. However..." She looked up again at Saint, with a glimmer of mischief in her eye. "I like you," she said simply, stepping toward him. Saint was invited into the pack, though he was left with a warning to not pull a move like that again.

## Group History

His quick wit and masterful manipulation lead him to train to be a Viper. He took his time, meticulously perfecting his craft before allowing himself to accept the rank officially, training under various high-standing Viper Thetas and Betas and wooing them to adore his very presence. He also spent a long time studying religion and culture, eventually finding himself a tried and true member of the cult pack, loyal and steadfast until the end. He vowed to never separate himself from them, until the day a small fox found his way to him.

The small silver fox carried a message, that his aunt was in trouble. Though he had only met her in passing, she had caught word of him from her brother, and sent word for his help, stating Saint was the only family she could trust. Where would he be without this slinky she-wolf, whom his Herald reminded him so much of? Frustrated, he requested council with Hekate and spoke to her plainly and simply, for the first time in his life. This was a personal journey he must take, and he implored her for her blessing and promised without a shadow of a doubt that he would return. With the full blessing of Hekate and the Black Council, he set out.

He was gone for many seasons.

Many seasons later, Saint had been long assumed dead. No word was sent, no signs or scents, no whispers of the silver tongued golden wolf who had declared his soul’s home in Vektren. Along passed the plague, the war, and now - the shocking passing of Hekate, the alpha female he had grown to admire so much. He crossed the border of Vektren once more mere days after Hekate’s demise, again belting out a melodic howl to catch the attention of his packmates.

He didn't talk about what happened while he was gone. He didn’t seem very different from his old self, but there were glimpses of melancholy behind his charming smile. If the new scars were anything of a tell, whatever he encountered on his personal journey was not sunshine and rainbows.

Saint had arrived to see a new Mistress had taken the place of leader in Vektren - Nimh. This was a she-wolf who could not be charmed or swayed with silver words. Saint did his best to woo the she-wolf into accepting his return to the pack, but she chose to accept him based on past merit, instead of any assurances he gave her verbally. He set about retraining as a Viper immediately.

Shortly after his return to Vektren, the relative peace of the Nest was shattered by the arrival of thirteen puppies to the pack. Four were borne by the Mistress herself, while the remaining nine were either from other she-wolves in the pack, or, in the case of one, discovered at the borders. He did *not* like the constant noise the horde produced!

One day, he tried to pick on the largest pup, Caramel, and the pup had the *nerve* to bite him! This rendered the incessantly-chatty male speechless, for once! He learned not to mess with the horde after that.

He spent a lot of time with fellow Viper, Hanz. They discussed the absolute *skill* their duties entailed, and Saint informed Hanz that some of the pups showed promise as developing Vipers, and he would be dedicated to helping to teach them, should he be needed. He also grew fairly close to Meria, another fellow Viper.

The coldest winter any wolf had ever seen set in on the Domain. Saint, like the rest of his packmates, struggled through these times of bitter cold and less prey. He made it to the first thaw, however, and was out and about in the territory, when the freshly thawed swampland caught him unsuspectingly. Saint got stuck in the mud.

That wasn't a big problem in and of itself. He howled for wolves to come to his assistance, and worked to try and free himself in the meantime. His thrashing caught the attention of another hunter in the swamp: an alligator.

Terrified beyond anything he'd ever experienced, he tried to smooth-talk his way out of a dire situation. The gator hissed that it was hungry, and Saint assured the gator that he was hungry too, and his sense of smell would help the alligator find food. Or, better yet, the pack could help feed the alligators when they arrived. The gator wasn't dissuaded. In a last-ditch effort, he warned the gator that Vektren would hunt him down and kill him if he harmed one of their packmates, but the alligator did not care.

Saint let out one last tortured howl before the gator ripped into him, tearing the Viper apart to sate his hunger.

Meria would be the one to find his remains, something that scarred her terribly going forward.

## Trivia

* Saint was away from Vektren for five years, and nobody in the pack currently had ever met him in person. However, stories of Saint must have told by Hekate, because the pack recognized the name and description when he returned.
* He will flirt with anything that moves.
* The many scars littering his body were acquired in his time away from Vektren.
* Saint is the first Domain wolf to be killed by another creature as food.

## Quotes

* “I understand the distrust, my lady, but I assure you all of my intentions were pure. I intend to pick up right where I left off. Which means re-starting my training as a Viper as soon as possible.” (to Nimh, *Homecoming*)
* "My friends, I’m sure I could use my keen sense of smell to your advantage! Oh, if you wait around long enough, my pack will be here and we can go find food together. Hunting has been tough, we’re all hungry, too. Or you could get me out of here! I could be of good use to you, I’m sure, once I’m out of this mud...You can’t eat me! I’m Saint! I’ve shared these swamps with your kind for longer than most of this pack remembers!...I am an esteemed member of Vektren, they shan’t forget this! Turn around now while you have the chance!” (begging for his life, *Reptilian*)

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