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Name: Nikolai
Nicknames: Niko, Cottontail (does not prefer the latter)
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male
Moon: Waxing Crescent – the Willow

Territory: Tündes
Rank: Delta
Trade: Herbalist
Abilities: tba
Alignment: True Neutral

H / W: 82 cm (32”) / 38 kg ( 84 lbs)
Build: Slight and soft and effeminate – confident, prim, and breezy in posture.
Scent: Clover and Pinecones and Squirrel
Voicecanon: Mizuki, Kamisama Kiss youtu.be/_Fc7tojrekM?t=25 - Gentle, smooth, and foxy.

Personality
ESFP Friendly | Coy | Childish | Shrewd | Servile | Capricious | Spiteful | Insecure
Friendly | Nikolai would appear to be a model citizen of Tündes hospitality and graciousness. And really, he does have quite a sweet disposition – albeit sometimes too sweet. While he’s not terribly outgoing, he’s well-mannered, genial, and loves socializing. And despite his perhaps less desirable traits, he does seem to have a genuine compassion for most others.

Coy | This would be one of his more outstanding traits – as he possesses a coquettish charm and wit, to an almost girlish degree. And those who he doesn’t quite get along with may know him to have a terribly snarky attitude as well; but anyone who meets him would soon see what a snarky little ass he is.

Childish | Niko behaves quite immaturely for his age. Boyish and juvenile in behavior and appearance both, he is often mistaken for far younger than he actually is. And unfortunately for those who don’t know him well, this sometimes allows him to get away with far more than he ought. As playful and sweet as he may be, he’s also prone to bickering and whinging when he doesn’t get his way.

Shrewd | Despite a vapid and shallow appearance, Nikolai is far more practical and sound of mind than anyone would initially give him credit for. After all, it takes a clever person to willfully act like such a fool. Although he doesn’t act like it, he has a keen intuition when it comes to others, and is a responsible and diligent worker for the pack, when he applies himself. Conversely, his cunning is also selfishly applied, and to those that know him, he can quickly become manipulative and overbearing, if he does not keep himself in check. This is not to say he has no regard for others at all – he does love and value others, he just has a devil of a time putting them first.

Servile | He’s one obsequious piece of trash. He wields his superficial charm and harmless persona like a weapon. If he likes you, he’ll make sure you know it. A wealth of fawning complements and sugary commentary is never far from his mouth – and even if he doesn’t like you, you probably won’t escape it either – although the smarm will be served with a healthy dose of irony and derision. But when threatened, he’ll roll over for just about anyone. Shamelessly submissive, he’ll fawn, flatter, and lick the paws of anyone as long as it gets him what he wants or spares him from bodily harm. Have some dignity, boy.

Capricious | While his fun and unpredictable whimsy may be a charming trait to have, it does have its downfalls. He has a hard time making decisions, and when he does, they’re usually instinctual or selfishly-driven impulses. He isn’t the most dependable friend, either – and although he tries to air away from being such an incorrigible shyster, sometimes it can’t be helped.

Spiteful | For all his warm friendliness, he has a frighteningly cold shoulder when provoked. He is a jealous creature, and when offended or hurt he tends to detach himself from his emotions – preferring to spite the offender than to allow himself to feel the pain. Though he does not like this about himself, he remains envious, passive-aggressive, and holds onto any and all grudges. He tends to be more forgiving, however, of pretty she-wolves.

Insecure | Although he’d hate to admit it to anyone, he isn’t all that warm or confident or nonchalant as he puts on. Most of his charisma is entirely feigned, to cover up the sensitive and remote personality beneath. He feels lonely, or perhaps rather more self-isolated, and has a pessimistic streak that could sink human marine vessels, much less his own small, bitter seed of self-esteem. Though this more vulnerable side of him may be confided someday to someone dear, he is content to remain isolated – militantly so – because no one else would understand. He certainly doesn’t, anyway.

Other Traits | Serene, Decorous, Hammy, Protective, Narrowminded, Pushy, Petty, Nosy, Pervy, Actually a Literal Sh*t-Eater

History
Birth & Childhood: Ariadni bore her pups under the light of a rising crescent moon, a few winters past. The pups were healthy, save for the last born, her mate Kairo saw was bleached completely of color – a weak, pink and white form shivering in the den. They were mystified, at once honored and fearful, that one of their pups had come into the world weakened for the benefit of his brother and sisters.
And weak he was. Last to suckle, last to wake each morning, and last to open his eyes, when all his brothers and sisters had since learned to romp and waddle and frolic around the nest. But his herbalist mother cared for him tenderly, making him salves of wolf’s claw moss and yellow dock, when he was old enough to play outside, and burn in the sun. His father cherished him as a blessing unto the family, imparting to him the importance of his life, whenever he was home from his rounds as a Peacekeeper. His sisters doted on him, and his brother Auriga tried to play with him like he was just as strong as the others. Except he wasn’t. And the results would usually wind up with Niko running back between the legs of mother or father, who would chastise Auriga for roughhousing so with his delicate brother.
Auriga had never meant any harm, and was dismayed by his censure. Young Nikolai only thought of how very funny it was that his brother could not touch him. Even if Niko himself was the one to give him the first nip on the ear, or tug on the tail.
Youth: Needless to say, he and his brother were never close; with no fault of Auriga. No matter how small and pale his brother was, he always felt like he was living in his shadow. Of course eventually Nikolai did grow up, and desisted in instigating play-fights his brother was not allowed to win, but that did not stop the slow building of the wall in their relationship. They were so very different, Nikolai slight and frail of constitution, Auriga larger and ruddy of fur – and though they pursued different trades, Nikolai his mother’s herbalism, and Auriga his father’s Peacekeeping, they still found themselves in competition. Auriga had his parent’s staunch approval, it was true, but Nikolai had their attention, and praise that their sickly son could be so clever and gentle and kind-spirited.
All Auriga could think of was how cold and mean-spirited his younger brother could be, and all Nikolai could think of was how much stronger, better looking, and healthier his older brother was. They didn’t hate eachother, that was far too strong a word. But hate might have been less painful than the small, quiet filial wounds two brothers could afflict on one another at a time.
Estranged as they were, they were still civil, and occasionally even brotherly to one another. Despite their faults and past offenses, Auriga would still make time to be with Niko, when he visited his mother and sisters. Their father had died that past winter, leaving Auriga to be the provider for the widow. He would bring them any herbs he found for his brother’s sensitive skin, as well. In exchange, Niko did not tease him so very much, and even learned to tend the wounds his brother would occasionally come home with when returning from the pack hunts.
So things were well and peaceful, until their fourth year. The girls, Keymir and Kariad had since moved on to different parts of the pack’s territory, off with mates of their own. The only ones left at home were Nikolai and his aging mother. Rumors of mystic, unearthly and unlikely things had begun cropping up, the old folklore, mother had called it. When Nikolai roamed the territory at dusk, he heard the name of Malaysia uttered, and he wondered if it was some kind of new disease, like the one that had killed his father.
No, it was a she-wolf. Of a particularly deviant persuasion.
Trespass: But Nikolai had only one she-wolf on his mind, and her name was Celtana. He’d met her on one of his evening jaunts, and was smitten from the start. She was sweet, intelligent, and beautiful, and not at all put off by the albino’s strange ailment. They became fast friends, playing, swimming, share witticisms over grouse and rabbit haunch. Looking at her made him forget the pain in his eyes, forget how far he could not run, forget how much the sun could burn. He thought he was in love.
The only problem was that Auriga had met her too, long before Niko even had. He was moving up in the world, a Gamma Peacekeeper now, but there was a promotion in the wind. Successful, wise, and well-loved by all who came across him – including Celtana. When Auriga shyly confided in his brother that he had serious intentions for this wolf, Nikolai was devastated. Of course he said nothing of it to his brother. His brother didn’t know he knew her, and she did not even know the two he-wolves were brothers. So why spoil his chances now?
So he stewed quietly for a while. And then one evening, he decided he would take his chances. He sought out Celtana, and they roamed where the honeysuckles blossomed. When the sun was low and the stars begun to shine in the sky, he tried to seduce her.
And then she told him her heart belonged to another. She’d only ever thought of him as a dear friend.
Distraught and ashamed, Nikolai berated her for falling for Auriga, and quickly left. Although she tried to follow him a few paces, he told her to leave him alone. And like that, he never saw her again.
The next day he was no more pleased to see his brother, who accosted him, dismayed that he even knew Celtana, much less treated her the way he had. Celtana had confided the strange, heart-breaking event to her beloved, not knowing Niko was his brother. And then there was a pretty mess of everything.
Both brothers felt betrayed, but only one was justified. It wasn’t Nikolai. Auriga tried to reason with him. What’s-the-matter-with-you’s and Why-have-you-always-hated-me’s were exchanged aplenty. Nikolai didn’t help his case, digging angry insults in at his brother, how much he would disappoint Celtana, and Auriga gladly told him what a selfish piece of shit he was. And then he left, too.
Schism: The next winter, their mother died of an illness that no herbs would cure. Nikolai had tried his best with what he knew. But he was inevitably left alone.
Sleeping the days and nights away, waking for brief periods with the sun’s rise and fall, eating what small things he could catch and talking to no one. The splitting of the Pack might have gone completely unnoticed to him, if a young wolf had not run into him one day, and told him the dreadful news.
The owls were hooting in the night, and the ocean winds smelled briny with a different kind of blood. There was something New – and very, very Old – in the air. And it was called magic.
Well, that might prove to be a little interesting. His life could do with some of the dreams of old.

Group History
tba

Relationships

Relationship Tracker
Status: Cruisin for a Schmoozin
Orientation: Heterosexual, Bi-Flirtacious ;3
Preferences: He can probably find something to like about most she-wolves he meets, but traits that particularly attract him are independence, stubbornness, intelligence, good ethics, and a wily temper - TSUNDERES someone who’s fun to mess with >:3
He pretends he’s had many a romantic tryst with many a vixen, but really he’s just bragadocious and needy. He isn’t half as promiscuous as he pretends to be.
Current Attractions: Amberly, Rhea, Khepri, Toshala, Taiga, Astrid, Thalia, Draugr, Tempest, Fiskbyn - please, anyone! yeah he’s casting a very wide net
Past Attractions: Celtana

Mother: Ariadni | Tündes | Deceased
Father: Kairo | Tündes | Deceased
Siblings: Auriga | Tündes | Alive
Keymir | Tündes | Alive
Kariad | Tündes | Alive
Maternal Aunt: Niabi | Tündes| Deceased
Cousins: Golaneir | Tündes | Alive
Liseh | Tündes | Deceased
Raddo | Tündes | Unknown

Trivia
- Seems like a nice guy.
- Thrives on making himself underestimated.
- Lives by the small, secluded lake north of Elysia, in the hillocky forest of central Tündes territory.
- Due to his albinism, he is near-sighted and his eyes are sensitive to direct sunlight; his skin and the pads of his paws are also very tender, and he also bruises very easily.
- Given his sunlight sensitivity, he’s predominantly crepuscular (most active during evening and early morning) when the light is least intense.
- He has a problem sometimes with consuming too much hypericum
- This cute piece of trash was actually inspired by a Satyr/Faun OC of miiine~!
- Real Life Footage
Likes: Dragonflies, Songbirds, Rosemary, Thyme, Springtime, Hotsprings, Social Gatherings, Loopholes.
Dislikes: Sunburns on his Nose, Big-Game Hunting, Physical Fights, Bloodshed, Smarter Wolves, Bigger Wolves, Overly-Serious Wolves, Competition, Cold or Rainy Weather, Honeysuckle Fields, Running on Rough Ground.

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Description

Oops, I did it again -

Stamps & Souls | Playlist | Moodboard

Warning: keep out of direct sunlight.

Name: Nikolai
Nicknames: Niko, Cottontail (does not prefer the latter)
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male
Moon: Waxing Crescent – the Willow

Territory: Tündes
Rank: Delta
Trade: Herbalist
Abilities: tba
Alignment: True Neutral

H / W: 82 cm (32”) / 38 kg ( 84 lbs)
Build: Slight and soft and effeminate – confident, prim, and breezy in posture.
Scent: Clover and Pinecones and Squirrel
Voicecanon: Mizuki, Kamisama Kiss youtu.be/_Fc7tojrekM?t=25 - Gentle, smooth, and foxy.

Personality
ESFP Friendly | Coy | Childish | Shrewd | Servile | Capricious | Spiteful | Insecure
Friendly | Nikolai would appear to be a model citizen of Tündes hospitality and graciousness. And really, he does have quite a sweet disposition – albeit sometimes too sweet. While he’s not terribly outgoing, he’s well-mannered, genial, and loves socializing. And despite his perhaps less desirable traits, he does seem to have a genuine compassion for most others.

Coy | This would be one of his more outstanding traits – as he possesses a coquettish charm and wit, to an almost girlish degree. And those who he doesn’t quite get along with may know him to have a terribly snarky attitude as well; but anyone who meets him would soon see what a snarky little ass he is.

Childish | Niko behaves quite immaturely for his age. Boyish and juvenile in behavior and appearance both, he is often mistaken for far younger than he actually is. And unfortunately for those who don’t know him well, this sometimes allows him to get away with far more than he ought. As playful and sweet as he may be, he’s also prone to bickering and whinging when he doesn’t get his way.

Shrewd | Despite a vapid and shallow appearance, Nikolai is far more practical and sound of mind than anyone would initially give him credit for. After all, it takes a clever person to willfully act like such a fool. Although he doesn’t act like it, he has a keen intuition when it comes to others, and is a responsible and diligent worker for the pack, when he applies himself. Conversely, his cunning is also selfishly applied, and to those that know him, he can quickly become manipulative and overbearing, if he does not keep himself in check. This is not to say he has no regard for others at all – he does love and value others, he just has a devil of a time putting them first.

Servile | He’s one obsequious piece of trash. He wields his superficial charm and harmless persona like a weapon. If he likes you, he’ll make sure you know it. A wealth of fawning complements and sugary commentary is never far from his mouth – and even if he doesn’t like you, you probably won’t escape it either – although the smarm will be served with a healthy dose of irony and derision. But when threatened, he’ll roll over for just about anyone. Shamelessly submissive, he’ll fawn, flatter, and lick the paws of anyone as long as it gets him what he wants or spares him from bodily harm. Have some dignity, boy.

Capricious | While his fun and unpredictable whimsy may be a charming trait to have, it does have its downfalls. He has a hard time making decisions, and when he does, they’re usually instinctual or selfishly-driven impulses. He isn’t the most dependable friend, either – and although he tries to air away from being such an incorrigible shyster, sometimes it can’t be helped.

Spiteful | For all his warm friendliness, he has a frighteningly cold shoulder when provoked. He is a jealous creature, and when offended or hurt he tends to detach himself from his emotions – preferring to spite the offender than to allow himself to feel the pain. Though he does not like this about himself, he remains envious, passive-aggressive, and holds onto any and all grudges. He tends to be more forgiving, however, of pretty she-wolves.

Insecure | Although he’d hate to admit it to anyone, he isn’t all that warm or confident or nonchalant as he puts on. Most of his charisma is entirely feigned, to cover up the sensitive and remote personality beneath. He feels lonely, or perhaps rather more self-isolated, and has a pessimistic streak that could sink human marine vessels, much less his own small, bitter seed of self-esteem. Though this more vulnerable side of him may be confided someday to someone dear, he is content to remain isolated – militantly so – because no one else would understand. He certainly doesn’t, anyway.

Other Traits | Serene, Decorous, Hammy, Protective, Narrowminded, Pushy, Petty, Nosy, Pervy, Actually a Literal Sh*t-Eater

History
Birth & Childhood: Ariadni bore her pups under the light of a rising crescent moon, a few winters past. The pups were healthy, save for the last born, her mate Kairo saw was bleached completely of color – a weak, pink and white form shivering in the den. They were mystified, at once honored and fearful, that one of their pups had come into the world weakened for the benefit of his brother and sisters.
And weak he was. Last to suckle, last to wake each morning, and last to open his eyes, when all his brothers and sisters had since learned to romp and waddle and frolic around the nest. But his herbalist mother cared for him tenderly, making him salves of wolf’s claw moss and yellow dock, when he was old enough to play outside, and burn in the sun. His father cherished him as a blessing unto the family, imparting to him the importance of his life, whenever he was home from his rounds as a Peacekeeper. His sisters doted on him, and his brother Auriga tried to play with him like he was just as strong as the others. Except he wasn’t. And the results would usually wind up with Niko running back between the legs of mother or father, who would chastise Auriga for roughhousing so with his delicate brother.
Auriga had never meant any harm, and was dismayed by his censure. Young Nikolai only thought of how very funny it was that his brother could not touch him. Even if Niko himself was the one to give him the first nip on the ear, or tug on the tail.
Youth: Needless to say, he and his brother were never close; with no fault of Auriga. No matter how small and pale his brother was, he always felt like he was living in his shadow. Of course eventually Nikolai did grow up, and desisted in instigating play-fights his brother was not allowed to win, but that did not stop the slow building of the wall in their relationship. They were so very different, Nikolai slight and frail of constitution, Auriga larger and ruddy of fur – and though they pursued different trades, Nikolai his mother’s herbalism, and Auriga his father’s Peacekeeping, they still found themselves in competition. Auriga had his parent’s staunch approval, it was true, but Nikolai had their attention, and praise that their sickly son could be so clever and gentle and kind-spirited.
All Auriga could think of was how cold and mean-spirited his younger brother could be, and all Nikolai could think of was how much stronger, better looking, and healthier his older brother was. They didn’t hate eachother, that was far too strong a word. But hate might have been less painful than the small, quiet filial wounds two brothers could afflict on one another at a time.
Estranged as they were, they were still civil, and occasionally even brotherly to one another. Despite their faults and past offenses, Auriga would still make time to be with Niko, when he visited his mother and sisters. Their father had died that past winter, leaving Auriga to be the provider for the widow. He would bring them any herbs he found for his brother’s sensitive skin, as well. In exchange, Niko did not tease him so very much, and even learned to tend the wounds his brother would occasionally come home with when returning from the pack hunts.
So things were well and peaceful, until their fourth year. The girls, Keymir and Kariad had since moved on to different parts of the pack’s territory, off with mates of their own. The only ones left at home were Nikolai and his aging mother. Rumors of mystic, unearthly and unlikely things had begun cropping up, the old folklore, mother had called it. When Nikolai roamed the territory at dusk, he heard the name of Malaysia uttered, and he wondered if it was some kind of new disease, like the one that had killed his father.
No, it was a she-wolf. Of a particularly deviant persuasion.
Trespass: But Nikolai had only one she-wolf on his mind, and her name was Celtana. He’d met her on one of his evening jaunts, and was smitten from the start. She was sweet, intelligent, and beautiful, and not at all put off by the albino’s strange ailment. They became fast friends, playing, swimming, share witticisms over grouse and rabbit haunch. Looking at her made him forget the pain in his eyes, forget how far he could not run, forget how much the sun could burn. He thought he was in love.
The only problem was that Auriga had met her too, long before Niko even had. He was moving up in the world, a Gamma Peacekeeper now, but there was a promotion in the wind. Successful, wise, and well-loved by all who came across him – including Celtana. When Auriga shyly confided in his brother that he had serious intentions for this wolf, Nikolai was devastated. Of course he said nothing of it to his brother. His brother didn’t know he knew her, and she did not even know the two he-wolves were brothers. So why spoil his chances now?
So he stewed quietly for a while. And then one evening, he decided he would take his chances. He sought out Celtana, and they roamed where the honeysuckles blossomed. When the sun was low and the stars begun to shine in the sky, he tried to seduce her.
And then she told him her heart belonged to another. She’d only ever thought of him as a dear friend.
Distraught and ashamed, Nikolai berated her for falling for Auriga, and quickly left. Although she tried to follow him a few paces, he told her to leave him alone. And like that, he never saw her again.
The next day he was no more pleased to see his brother, who accosted him, dismayed that he even knew Celtana, much less treated her the way he had. Celtana had confided the strange, heart-breaking event to her beloved, not knowing Niko was his brother. And then there was a pretty mess of everything.
Both brothers felt betrayed, but only one was justified. It wasn’t Nikolai. Auriga tried to reason with him. What’s-the-matter-with-you’s and Why-have-you-always-hated-me’s were exchanged aplenty. Nikolai didn’t help his case, digging angry insults in at his brother, how much he would disappoint Celtana, and Auriga gladly told him what a selfish piece of shit he was. And then he left, too.
Schism: The next winter, their mother died of an illness that no herbs would cure. Nikolai had tried his best with what he knew. But he was inevitably left alone.
Sleeping the days and nights away, waking for brief periods with the sun’s rise and fall, eating what small things he could catch and talking to no one. The splitting of the Pack might have gone completely unnoticed to him, if a young wolf had not run into him one day, and told him the dreadful news.
The owls were hooting in the night, and the ocean winds smelled briny with a different kind of blood. There was something New – and very, very Old – in the air. And it was called magic.
Well, that might prove to be a little interesting. His life could do with some of the dreams of old.

Group History
tba

Relationships

Relationship Tracker
Status: Cruisin for a Schmoozin
Orientation: Heterosexual, Bi-Flirtacious ;3
Preferences: He can probably find something to like about most she-wolves he meets, but traits that particularly attract him are independence, stubbornness, intelligence, good ethics, and a wily temper - TSUNDERES someone who’s fun to mess with >:3
He pretends he’s had many a romantic tryst with many a vixen, but really he’s just bragadocious and needy. He isn’t half as promiscuous as he pretends to be.
Current Attractions: Amberly, Rhea, Khepri, Toshala, Taiga, Astrid, Thalia, Draugr, Tempest, Fiskbyn - please, anyone! yeah he’s casting a very wide net
Past Attractions: Celtana

Mother: Ariadni | Tündes | Deceased
Father: Kairo | Tündes | Deceased
Siblings: Auriga | Tündes | Alive
Keymir | Tündes | Alive
Kariad | Tündes | Alive
Maternal Aunt: Niabi | Tündes| Deceased
Cousins: Golaneir | Tündes | Alive
Liseh | Tündes | Deceased
Raddo | Tündes | Unknown

Trivia
- Seems like a nice guy.
- Thrives on making himself underestimated.
- Lives by the small, secluded lake north of Elysia, in the hillocky forest of central Tündes territory.
- Due to his albinism, he is near-sighted and his eyes are sensitive to direct sunlight; his skin and the pads of his paws are also very tender, and he also bruises very easily.
- Given his sunlight sensitivity, he’s predominantly crepuscular (most active during evening and early morning) when the light is least intense.
- He has a problem sometimes with consuming too much hypericum
- This cute piece of trash was actually inspired by a Satyr/Faun OC of miiine~!
- Real Life Footage
Likes: Dragonflies, Songbirds, Rosemary, Thyme, Springtime, Hotsprings, Social Gatherings, Loopholes.
Dislikes: Sunburns on his Nose, Big-Game Hunting, Physical Fights, Bloodshed, Smarter Wolves, Bigger Wolves, Overly-Serious Wolves, Competition, Cold or Rainy Weather, Honeysuckle Fields, Running on Rough Ground.

Contact: Skype, Discord, Notes, Google Docs, anything!
Events: Opt In!