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Description

Name— Haroeris
Age— Adult
Sex— Male
Height— 84 cm
Weight— 41 kg

Appearance— His left eye burns golden like the sun. His blind right eye is a murky blue-grey. At first glance one might think it was some battle scar, but it was from an ill placed sting from a bee in his childhood. He is lean and athletic looking, with smooth, well kempt fur. His ears are very small and kept laid back most of the time.

Pack— Taika
Rank— Apprentice
Trade— Mediator

Moon Phase— WAXING CRESCENT MOON: WILLOW (The Observer)
Abilities— N/A

Personality—A quiet, contemplative wolf, Haro does his very best to do what he deems is right. He’s non-violent, and strives for peace at all costs. He does not press his opinions upon others, and has a very gentle personality that is oftentimes easily trampled on, however, when he feels like there is some sort of injustice, he will show that he has a backbone.

Haro is filled to the brim with compassion and kindness, and he will offer whatever he can to those who seem worse off than him. It is, in its own way, therapeutic to console, or just be there for others when he himself is miserable. It makes him think a little less about himself and his own woes, and makes him feel less alone. The whole world is filled with sorrows and tragedies and his story is just one of many. He recognizes that he is in no way special, and never actually talks about what is corroding his very soul.

He’s slippery and evasive, and a dreadful coward. At any given out, Haro will avoid talking about himself. If something is too hard, he’ll run from it. If he is scared, he will avoid it. It’s this very nature that is pulling violently at him. He wants to see his mother again, but while she remains in Kol with his uncle around, Haro will never go north. Even traversing the northern border of Tundes frightens him, for what if he crosses paths with Sutekh?

Still, Haroeris is young, and he has much growing to do. He is aware of his cowardice, and he strives to one day rise above his fears.

History—
Haroeris was born to the most loving parents that he could have ever hoped to have had. They loved him, and loved each other, and his earliest memories are simply warmth and love. But there was a darkness there as well. The bright light that were his parents cast a long shadow that was his uncle Sutekh, and from there he stayed, his yellow eyes watching the family, unable to hide bitter resentment when he came around Haro’s father, Hoa. When he was around Pakhet, Haro’s mother, uncle Sutekh was calmer, kinder, but Haroeris always felt afraid of the red wolf with his cold yellow-black gaze.
As Haroeris grew, uncle Sutekh did come around more. It was while uncle Sutekh was watching him, and had suggested picking flowers for his most wonderful mother, when Haroeris upset a bee and ended up getting stung in the eye. Sutekh’s immediate reaction was a cruel smile as the boy cried, but he hid his mirth that Hoa’s son had been stung in the eye by a bee (of all things to happen), when he dragged the pup to a healer to be tended to. And of course, he was nothing but concern when Pakhet arrived, although Hoa had looked at Sutekh with suspicion in his eyes. He did not trust the red wolf, and Haroeris couldn’t help but blame Sutekh for the accident as well. It felt as if, even to this day, his uncle had known that would happen (of course there was no way that he could).
It was during the beach massacre when Haroeris realized the depth of his uncle’s evil. He had run with his family to see the men for himself, and the battle between the wolves and men that followed. Haroeris did not join the fray, but he saw his father, and he saw the red wolf, the red demon, close his jaws behind Hoa’s skull. His father’s neck snapped, and Haroeris cried out in horror and disbelief.
He looked for his mother, but saw her fallen on the beach as well. Fearing that Sutekh had killed his mother as well, and would soon come for him, Haroeris fled the beach. It was not until later, when he returned to see the bodies, to bury his mother and father side by side, did he realize that his mother was not dead. Her body was gone. Sutekh was gone. And Haroeris was alone.

Description

Name— Haroeris
Age— Adult
Sex— Male
Height— 84 cm
Weight— 41 kg

Appearance— His left eye burns golden like the sun. His blind right eye is a murky blue-grey. At first glance one might think it was some battle scar, but it was from an ill placed sting from a bee in his childhood. He is lean and athletic looking, with smooth, well kempt fur. His ears are very small and kept laid back most of the time.

Pack— Taika
Rank— Apprentice
Trade— Mediator

Moon Phase— WAXING CRESCENT MOON: WILLOW (The Observer)
Abilities— N/A

Personality—A quiet, contemplative wolf, Haro does his very best to do what he deems is right. He’s non-violent, and strives for peace at all costs. He does not press his opinions upon others, and has a very gentle personality that is oftentimes easily trampled on, however, when he feels like there is some sort of injustice, he will show that he has a backbone.

Haro is filled to the brim with compassion and kindness, and he will offer whatever he can to those who seem worse off than him. It is, in its own way, therapeutic to console, or just be there for others when he himself is miserable. It makes him think a little less about himself and his own woes, and makes him feel less alone. The whole world is filled with sorrows and tragedies and his story is just one of many. He recognizes that he is in no way special, and never actually talks about what is corroding his very soul.

He’s slippery and evasive, and a dreadful coward. At any given out, Haro will avoid talking about himself. If something is too hard, he’ll run from it. If he is scared, he will avoid it. It’s this very nature that is pulling violently at him. He wants to see his mother again, but while she remains in Kol with his uncle around, Haro will never go north. Even traversing the northern border of Tundes frightens him, for what if he crosses paths with Sutekh?

Still, Haroeris is young, and he has much growing to do. He is aware of his cowardice, and he strives to one day rise above his fears.

History—
Haroeris was born to the most loving parents that he could have ever hoped to have had. They loved him, and loved each other, and his earliest memories are simply warmth and love. But there was a darkness there as well. The bright light that were his parents cast a long shadow that was his uncle Sutekh, and from there he stayed, his yellow eyes watching the family, unable to hide bitter resentment when he came around Haro’s father, Hoa. When he was around Pakhet, Haro’s mother, uncle Sutekh was calmer, kinder, but Haroeris always felt afraid of the red wolf with his cold yellow-black gaze.
As Haroeris grew, uncle Sutekh did come around more. It was while uncle Sutekh was watching him, and had suggested picking flowers for his most wonderful mother, when Haroeris upset a bee and ended up getting stung in the eye. Sutekh’s immediate reaction was a cruel smile as the boy cried, but he hid his mirth that Hoa’s son had been stung in the eye by a bee (of all things to happen), when he dragged the pup to a healer to be tended to. And of course, he was nothing but concern when Pakhet arrived, although Hoa had looked at Sutekh with suspicion in his eyes. He did not trust the red wolf, and Haroeris couldn’t help but blame Sutekh for the accident as well. It felt as if, even to this day, his uncle had known that would happen (of course there was no way that he could).
It was during the beach massacre when Haroeris realized the depth of his uncle’s evil. He had run with his family to see the men for himself, and the battle between the wolves and men that followed. Haroeris did not join the fray, but he saw his father, and he saw the red wolf, the red demon, close his jaws behind Hoa’s skull. His father’s neck snapped, and Haroeris cried out in horror and disbelief.
He looked for his mother, but saw her fallen on the beach as well. Fearing that Sutekh had killed his mother as well, and would soon come for him, Haroeris fled the beach. It was not until later, when he returned to see the bodies, to bury his mother and father side by side, did he realize that his mother was not dead. Her body was gone. Sutekh was gone. And Haroeris was alone.