Hroarr

Phoebe (Adoptive Sister)

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Hroarr was a black-and-white male wolf with dark amber eyes. He joined the pack of Havir, where he served as a Guardian and grew close to a wolf he'd consider a sister: Phoebe. He served his pack loyally until mysteriously vanishing in the dead of winter, never to be seen again. Hroarr was created and RP'd by HatiMoonchaser.

## Personality

* ***Brave, Reckless, and Proud.*** Hroarr is largely fearless. He has yet to meet a real challenge to his strength, and sees himself as mostly invincible. This often makes him seem reckless, but he is well aware of the dangers of his actions. He simply feels that if the Gods approve of his motives, then he will be just fine. Hroarr is a proud wolf. He is well aware of what he has achieved, and that he deserves to be respected for those achievements. However, he isn't arrogant about it, as it was his duty to better the lives of those of his birth pack.
* ***Honorable, Loyal, and Protective.*** Honor and duty are extremely important to him. He will always do what is best for his pack, what will best ensure his packmates' safety. When he devotes himself to something, he does do whole-heartedly. Once he has decided someone has earned his loyalty and protection, it is, unless given profound reason, for life. He likes to tell old war stories, but only when others are interested. He doesn't like to brag or, worse, be accused of bragging.
* ***Aloof and Straightforward.*** He tends to be aloof with most others, his mind more focused on things other than socializing. When he talks he tends to be blunt and straight to the point when he speaks. While he tends to keep his opinions to himself, if asked, he is not afraid to say exactly what he thinks.
* ***Romantically Inept.*** When it comes to the idea of love, it's not an entirely foreign concept to him and he thinks it's a nice idea, if that happens to be what someone is looking for, but as for Hroarr himself, he has never had any romantic feelings of any sort toward anyone he's ever met, not even a puphood crush. He is usually ridiculously oblivious to others who may have feelings for him as well, as he focuses on his duties more than romance. The best approach with him is one that's direct and blunt, but not pushy or abrasive. While he does his best not to seem cocky or conceited, Hroarr isn't one to be put off by a compliment. They might even get a smile out of him, if given properly.

## Pre-Group History

Hroarr was born into an extremely large pack, nearly sixty wolves in total. The sheer number of wolves living in one area under one leader was enough to cause tension, which as only amplified by the near oppressive ruling of the stubborn old Alpha who clung to his power tooth and nail. Lack of food and space meant for many weaklings, and sickness was commonplace. There were two wolves, brothers, who plotted against the Alpha, gaining followers over a year. Hroarr was barely a young adult when rebellion broke out, and despite his young age, he joined the fight. He never feared death, for he believed that the Gods would support their side of the conflict as it was what was best for all. The war between the Alpha's supporters and the rebels lasted nearly two years, and in this time Hroarr grew into a powerhouse, constant skirmishes strengthening him and building his muscles beyond his normal hunting and training. When the tyrant Alpha was eventually overthrown and exiled, the massive pack was finally split into smaller, more manageable groups. The two leaders of the rebellion became new Alphas of two new packs, and the son of the exiled beast became the Alpha of a third. Most wolves chose which leader they wished to follow and stayed in the area, but a few, mostly the tyrant's closest supporters, scattered. Now that the war was over, Hroarr could have lived in either of the rebel Alphas' packs and been treated with respect and honor, but an easy life growing soft and fat was not for him. He left in search of something more. He had little fear of conflict and thus ignored many of the border markings he came across. Often he was met with tooth and fang as many trespassers are, but he never found any of these attacks to be a challenge. He wanted to make proper use of his Gods-given strength, and none of these weak packs fit the bill.

When Hroarr happened upon Havir, he was found by the pack's Alpha, Saurugol himself. The golden male gave the outsider little warning before he attacked in defense of his pack. Hroarr was impressed by the Havir wolf's strength and courage. The two didn't have a chance to do much damage to each other, however, as their fight was interrupted by a bear. They decided to ignore each other for the time being and focus on the greater threat. They chased off the bear side by side, and Saurugol saw promise in Hroarr's strength. Hroarr, too, was satisfied with his former opponent's capabilities, and even more pleased to find that Havir worshiped the Gods. He decided to offer Havir his protection, and AdeSaurugol his loyalty.

## Group History

Hroarr would gradually come to know his packmates, after taking on the task of a Guardian. One of his new packmates, Fauna, caught his attention when she passed by a shrine he was watching, and he invited her to sit with him. They spoke about faith and destiny, with Fauna admitting she wasn't sure if she believed in any kind of faith - in friendship, trust, love, or the gods. Hroarr told her when he embraced the gods as part of his life, in his youth, and said that, since Havir's scent clung to her pelt, it seemed as though the gods had already accepted her.

Hroarr defended the borders fiercely from interlopers of any kind, including coyotes and bears, but sometimes he would enjoy walks on the beach. One day, he met a she-wolf named Phoebe, and they spoke of their childhoods and their siblings. Phoebe couldn't help admit that she wished Hroarr had been her big brother - he seemed like he would have been a great brother. Hroarr told her he'd be honored to be her honorary big brother, and the two, thenceforth, considered one another siblings.

Difficulties arose in Havir, however, that required Hroarr's help. Three brothers had invaded the territory. Some of the pack's females - Siobhan, Freya, and Taiyo - had vanished, and Saurugol ordered patrols to seek out clues as to what had become of them, and try to bring them home. Hroarr joined Sage and Neo on a patrol, after suggesting Guardians accompany the hunters (who were responsible for tracking the missing she-wolves).

They turned up no sign of the she-wolves, however. Some time later, though, Saurugol arranged for Shandris (a skilled huntress) to act as bait, while Sage would be close enough to track her movements. Sage would return, not with the missing she-wolves, but with one of the kidnappers: Tadashi. Tadashi told Saurugol, in front of the rest of Havir, that he would lead them to his brothers and the missing she-wolves.

Hroarr voiced his distrust of Tadashi openly, warning him that they planned to kill his brothers, and if Tadashi betrayed *Havir*, he would see to it that Tadashi was killed, too. Once Saurugol decided to trust Tadashi, Hroarr begrudgingly told Tadashi that it took courage to betray false leaders, especially at the risk of their own life - if his heart was true, Tadashi's actions this day would prove it. He volunteered to go help save the females, but Saurugol assigned him, Dahlia, and Koudem to defend the main den, in case it was a trick.

Hroarr was ready and willing, but fortunately, it was not a trick. His battle prowess was not needed in this instance.

After the wolves were successfully rescued, Hroarr found himself reflecting more often on the events that transpired before he joined the pack. He'd had to kill his own father, his only kin. Phoebe had vanished after having her pups, and died shortly thereafter of a heart attack, leaving Hroarr feeling utterly alone.

That winter, Hroarr vanished from Havir. Nobody knows what became of him, but he was never seen in the Domain again.

## Trivia

* Hroarr is rather proud of his scars. They're trophies of the battles he's won. If asked about them, he's likely to tell you the story of how he got it, right down to how old he was and what color his enemy's eyes were.
* Hroarr often speaks in the language of his ancestors, using some words and phrases that seem strange to others. When someone has earned Hroarr's approval or respect, he often gives them a nickname- words that describe them, usually in his ancestral language.
* Hroarr's the type of guy who, if someone managed to drag his attention away from his job enough for him to find them attractive, he'd get flabbergasted with words and probably just strut around like a puffed-up peacock around them.
* Speaking of being bad at romance. He pretty much has no idea how to be sweet or charming. His version of being romantic is along the lines of beating off a mountain lion purely in the name of the object of his affection.
* The gods Hroarr worshipped in his home pack were a trinity which could be easily adapted to be another interpretation of Havir's gods - Aku was equivalent to Ademache; Zuvan was equivalent to Adezevah; and Anpu was equivalent to Adetunji. Thus, it was made much easier for him to be accepted into the pack.
	+ Hroarr's biggest fear was being forgotten by the gods.

## Quotes

* "In the heat of battle, you don't think about your opponent as someone with a life. You can't. If you think that they're someone's mate, someone's son, someone's father... You won't want to fight them with all your strength, and they'll undoubtedly get the better of you. There comes a moment in every battle when both sides know where the fight is going. When your opponent realizes that their time walking the earth is nearly over, and that their meager life is coming to an end. Sometimes it's rage that fills their eyes. They'll fight to their last breath. These are the battles on which you can look back with pride. Sometimes... sometimes it's terror. These ones almost always just give up and accept their fate. It almost makes you pity them." (thoughts on battle, *Terror in Their Eyes*)
* ”We are not all fang and fire. It takes courage to rebel against false leaders. Especially those who would kill you if they found you out.” (to Tadashi, *A Call to Arms*)

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