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Update: Boyo didn't make it in so he'll be chilling out in my scraps until next time~

Name: Flea
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male
Height: 34"
Weight: 90lbs
Build: One can only describe him as a hot mess. Lanky and tall with a coat of matted and greasy fur. His muzzle juts upwards lightly, a trait given by birth. His eyes are dull with dark rings beneath them from a lack of sleep and many nights of crying. His ears are long and weighed down by long fur. His neck is covered in thick fur that sports many cowlicks and clumped patches of fur. His body is low in muscle but he still remains pretty strong, able to maneuver quickly.

Territory: Xassa
Family: See full bio*
Rank: Omega

Personality: [Clever | Strategical | Curious]
[Hot headed | Self Conscious | Holds grudges]
[Odd | Touch Starved]

In depth:
Flea would be a completely different wolf had his mind not blocked out the traumatic events that led him to this point. He continues as his smart and curious self, constantly striving to learn more and more. He's very good at making plans but tends to get frustrated easily should things go awry. He still remembers the hurtful looks and words he received from the other pups and continues to struggle with his appearance.

He feels inadequate and out of place quite often and even began to give up on himself altogether. His fur has since grown matted and unkempt and he now sees the true ugliness they saw in him. He still feels a deep set anger for his bullies and even his brother. He now finds himself unable to let go of hurtful things others do to him, always wishing he could curl up with his mother and hide away from the world.

Flea exhibits some odd behaviors such as scratching whenever he grows restless and stressed, normally resulting in missing patches of fur that luckily grow back. He also finds it hard to sleep and can be found pacing around until he finally collapses from exhaustion. He can even be found crying but upon asking why he simply doesn't know.

Flea was always dependent on his mother for comfort but now that she is not around, he finds himself antsy and desperate for physical touch. He adores being comforted and if he knows you well enough, he'll cuddle with you or lean against you.

Pre-Group History:

TW: Flea's backstory touches on rabies, murder, bullying, and mental health issues. This does not represent me.
Marisol was a kind she-wolf who was willing to help any and everyone. She was forgiving and cheerful so naturally she caught the attention of a few males, each vying for her attention until she laid eyes upon Edmund. He was a sweet and gentle soul but quite broken from a life of misfortune. Marisol and Edmund spent many days and nights with one another, simply venting and growing to value each other deeply. Soon Edmund came to the conclusion that he wanted to marry this female and their wedding was held, attended by all who knew them or had received aid from Marisol.

Their honeymoon was spent in a beautiful grove where they both frolicked and relaxed. A few weeks later would reveal that Marisol was expecting a litter, Edmund and his mate simply held each other and cried tears of joy. For the entire pregnancy Marisol was tended to by her mate, he provided food and watched over her. One evening Marisol went into labor, Edmund panicked and scrambled around to get a healer while his mate couldn't help but smile fondly at how caring he was. Soon two boys were brought into the world, both identical to one another. Edmund lay by his mate's side, curled around her as he peered down at their children. He had never felt so much happiness and warmth in his life.

Months rolled by and the boys grew big enough to stray from their den; not without their parents watching close by though. Aubrey, the runt, was an odd looking pup, finding himself picked on for his appearance while others doted on his brother. He spent most of his time huddled up with his mother as a result, refusing to show himself to anyone. Mallory was everything he dreamed to be, handsome, charming, and cool. The pups reached a year old and began to venture out with the other pups of their age to explore. Mallory was the golden boy of the group and the girls loved him while Aubrey was deemed ugly and a complete loser.

Aubrey grew to dislike the other pups and envy his brother who continued to try and include him in everything. Marisol and Edmund watched helplessly as their little boy grew bitter. Things would only get worse after Edmund returned from a hunt acting differently, his eyes were wild and unfocused, his mouth foaming as he snarled. Marisol's warm smile quickly morphed into pure terror as she cowered away from her mate. Aubrey and Mallory had gone off to play but as usual Aubrey found himself fuming as he retreated back to the den. He stopped short of the den opening, his eyes widening as he watched his father drop his mother's lifeless body, her eyes wide and staring straight at Aubrey.

He felt his mouth open with an agony riddled scream, his paws propelling him forward as every rational thought was stripped from his mind. When he finally stopped he looked down only to see his father's mangled corpse lying at his paws. He heard a soft gasp from behind him, Mallory. Months of anger and now the death of his mother fueled the one thing he would forever regret. " Don't leave me.." He whispered as his paws carried him towards his sibling. Tears spilled freely from his eyes that bore into the horrified ones of his brother. A sickening crunch echoed through the den, swiftly followed by a gurgle as Mallory's body hit the ground.

Aubrey stared down at his brother, his body flinging to grip onto his brother as sobs wracked his body and filled the still den. For hours he lay there with his family, blissfully unaware of the guards coming to take him in. Weeks passed in a blur, simply filled with him being punished for the murder of his father and brother. He took each punishment in stride, aside from his insistent scratching. Aubrey soon found he had no recollection of what had happened, even his name sounded foreign to him. The alpha deemed him unwell and banished him from the pack. For days he traveled until he came across a small band of loners who happily accepted him. He stayed with them for a year before he finally veered off on his own.

Not long after did he find a pack, one where he hoped to find a home within, he was no longer Aubrey, he was Flea. A name the group had bestowed him after he told them he had no name. And with this came a new revelation, the scratching ceased. He trudged forward until he was on new land…

..home?

Group History: see tracker*

Other: N/A

Description

Detailed bio | Relationships (tba) | Tracker (tba)
Update: Boyo didn't make it in so he'll be chilling out in my scraps until next time~

Name: Flea
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male
Height: 34"
Weight: 90lbs
Build: One can only describe him as a hot mess. Lanky and tall with a coat of matted and greasy fur. His muzzle juts upwards lightly, a trait given by birth. His eyes are dull with dark rings beneath them from a lack of sleep and many nights of crying. His ears are long and weighed down by long fur. His neck is covered in thick fur that sports many cowlicks and clumped patches of fur. His body is low in muscle but he still remains pretty strong, able to maneuver quickly.

Territory: Xassa
Family: See full bio*
Rank: Omega

Personality: [Clever | Strategical | Curious]
[Hot headed | Self Conscious | Holds grudges]
[Odd | Touch Starved]

In depth:
Flea would be a completely different wolf had his mind not blocked out the traumatic events that led him to this point. He continues as his smart and curious self, constantly striving to learn more and more. He's very good at making plans but tends to get frustrated easily should things go awry. He still remembers the hurtful looks and words he received from the other pups and continues to struggle with his appearance.

He feels inadequate and out of place quite often and even began to give up on himself altogether. His fur has since grown matted and unkempt and he now sees the true ugliness they saw in him. He still feels a deep set anger for his bullies and even his brother. He now finds himself unable to let go of hurtful things others do to him, always wishing he could curl up with his mother and hide away from the world.

Flea exhibits some odd behaviors such as scratching whenever he grows restless and stressed, normally resulting in missing patches of fur that luckily grow back. He also finds it hard to sleep and can be found pacing around until he finally collapses from exhaustion. He can even be found crying but upon asking why he simply doesn't know.

Flea was always dependent on his mother for comfort but now that she is not around, he finds himself antsy and desperate for physical touch. He adores being comforted and if he knows you well enough, he'll cuddle with you or lean against you.

Pre-Group History:

TW: Flea's backstory touches on rabies, murder, bullying, and mental health issues. This does not represent me.
Marisol was a kind she-wolf who was willing to help any and everyone. She was forgiving and cheerful so naturally she caught the attention of a few males, each vying for her attention until she laid eyes upon Edmund. He was a sweet and gentle soul but quite broken from a life of misfortune. Marisol and Edmund spent many days and nights with one another, simply venting and growing to value each other deeply. Soon Edmund came to the conclusion that he wanted to marry this female and their wedding was held, attended by all who knew them or had received aid from Marisol.

Their honeymoon was spent in a beautiful grove where they both frolicked and relaxed. A few weeks later would reveal that Marisol was expecting a litter, Edmund and his mate simply held each other and cried tears of joy. For the entire pregnancy Marisol was tended to by her mate, he provided food and watched over her. One evening Marisol went into labor, Edmund panicked and scrambled around to get a healer while his mate couldn't help but smile fondly at how caring he was. Soon two boys were brought into the world, both identical to one another. Edmund lay by his mate's side, curled around her as he peered down at their children. He had never felt so much happiness and warmth in his life.

Months rolled by and the boys grew big enough to stray from their den; not without their parents watching close by though. Aubrey, the runt, was an odd looking pup, finding himself picked on for his appearance while others doted on his brother. He spent most of his time huddled up with his mother as a result, refusing to show himself to anyone. Mallory was everything he dreamed to be, handsome, charming, and cool. The pups reached a year old and began to venture out with the other pups of their age to explore. Mallory was the golden boy of the group and the girls loved him while Aubrey was deemed ugly and a complete loser.

Aubrey grew to dislike the other pups and envy his brother who continued to try and include him in everything. Marisol and Edmund watched helplessly as their little boy grew bitter. Things would only get worse after Edmund returned from a hunt acting differently, his eyes were wild and unfocused, his mouth foaming as he snarled. Marisol's warm smile quickly morphed into pure terror as she cowered away from her mate. Aubrey and Mallory had gone off to play but as usual Aubrey found himself fuming as he retreated back to the den. He stopped short of the den opening, his eyes widening as he watched his father drop his mother's lifeless body, her eyes wide and staring straight at Aubrey.

He felt his mouth open with an agony riddled scream, his paws propelling him forward as every rational thought was stripped from his mind. When he finally stopped he looked down only to see his father's mangled corpse lying at his paws. He heard a soft gasp from behind him, Mallory. Months of anger and now the death of his mother fueled the one thing he would forever regret. " Don't leave me.." He whispered as his paws carried him towards his sibling. Tears spilled freely from his eyes that bore into the horrified ones of his brother. A sickening crunch echoed through the den, swiftly followed by a gurgle as Mallory's body hit the ground.

Aubrey stared down at his brother, his body flinging to grip onto his brother as sobs wracked his body and filled the still den. For hours he lay there with his family, blissfully unaware of the guards coming to take him in. Weeks passed in a blur, simply filled with him being punished for the murder of his father and brother. He took each punishment in stride, aside from his insistent scratching. Aubrey soon found he had no recollection of what had happened, even his name sounded foreign to him. The alpha deemed him unwell and banished him from the pack. For days he traveled until he came across a small band of loners who happily accepted him. He stayed with them for a year before he finally veered off on his own.

Not long after did he find a pack, one where he hoped to find a home within, he was no longer Aubrey, he was Flea. A name the group had bestowed him after he told them he had no name. And with this came a new revelation, the scratching ceased. He trudged forward until he was on new land…

..home?

Group History: see tracker*

Other: N/A