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Name: Svilheid

> Pronunciation: Sveel-hyde

> Nickname: Hyde

Age: Young Adult (3 years old)

Sex: Male

Height: 35’’

Weight: Healthy

Species: Wolf

Domestication Score: Wild (Score 1)

Phenotype: Agouti Seal with Minimal White

Genotype: a(w)a(w) BB DD EE gg II K(b)k(y) mm SS tt

Carrier Genes: -

Faction: Rimehaven

Profession: Council

Task: Brawler

Level: 3

Bounty Score: 0

Family: Yeegla (Mother), Alastair (Father), Seva (Brother), Callisto (Sister)

Personality:

⊕ Hyde is the result of a loving upbringing in a leadership family. He brings many qualities of a competent heir: courageous, confident and perceptive… Proud to be son to Yeegla and Alastair, he takes pride in serving the pack as the second-in-command and part of the Council. He carries responsibility with the utmost dedication and has an air of confidence around him as he passes through Rimehaven. But despite these admirable traits, some would say something feels off about him. His smiles just never seem to reach his eyes - if he smiles at all, that is.

〇 Because the thing is… Hyde worries constantly. For the pack’s safety, for his mother’s health, for his siblings’ future. When one problem is solved, his mind latches onto the next. He’s none to pace around pointlessly in the physical world, but his mind takes journeys to the moon and back when given the chance. If everything is calm for a day, he immediately gets suspicious and expects another catastrophe to be around the next turn.

Hyde is also very private about his thoughts and emotions, and never wears his heart on his sleeve. The lack of communication growing up, between his mother and him in particular, has taught him to keep problems to himself. Most prominently his unresolved feelings about Alastair’s death, but also the burning rage about the many attacks Rimehaven has endured over the year before their relocation.

Despite his premature bitterness, Hyde is an affectionate wolf to those he holds dear. Mostly his mother, siblings and uncle get to see this side of him, but he hopes to one day start a family of his own, even though the mere thought of having pups instills fear of history repeating itself in him.

⊖ Although Hyde perceives his intents to be noble, his means can be questionable to say the least. When threat knocks at Rimehaven’s door, the young council takes after his pack’s teaching to fight fire with fire. He is highly distrustful of outsiders, dogs in particular, and judges them as guilty until proven innocent. He does have a soft spot for the defenseless that he fears could be exploited, though luckily it hasn’t been taken advantage of yet, for his fangs have ended any pleas before they managed to sway him. Although Hyde isn’t unnecessarily gruesome, his skillful violence gives him the ability to end a fight quickly without feeling remorse. He would much rather walk away than bask in the sight of the aftermath, however.

Trivia:
- Hyde likes to always be in control of a situation.
- Barely anyone calls him by his full name.
- He would rather kill a dog than let them manipulate him into granting mercy.
- When he‘s serious about a lethal attack, he usually doesn‘t snarl or growl.

Backstory:

[TL;DR] >> Hyde was born to the leaders of Rimehaven, lost his dad to hunters and took on the task of brawler to blow off steam. After a period of calm, the pack repeatedly got attacked by hunters, with several members dying or vanishing. After a wolfdog reveals their location to the humans, Rimehaven kills many of the hunters and their dogs in a fierce battle, but has to relocate so they won’t get ambushed again. Killing the traitor, Hyde is soon appointed to the council of Rimehaven. He flourishes in his new position as the pack travels far to arrive in their new territory that they reside in now. <<

Hyde grew up in Rimehaven as the beloved son to the leaders, Yeegla and Alastair. He had little to complain about as a pup, with loving parents and his twin brother whom he was inseparable from. Seva and him did everything together, and it was at such an occasion that a hunter and his dogs tracked the pups down. Alastair was the first to arrive at his childrens’ yelps, with Yeegla only a tail length behind.

There is not much Hyde remembers from that day, only his father intertwined with the dogs, his mother’s bone-chilling screams as she rushed to the kids and a tight hum followed by a thud. And again. And again. This was the first time Hyde heard the sound of bow and arrow, and the dogs barking in a deafening pitch. It was too disorienting for the pup to realize that his parents had saved Seva and him, but at a terrible cost. That day was the last time he saw his father’s face - all he would have left were memories.

Yeegla, injured and broken over what she had just witnessed, urged her sons to run, and by a miracle they managed to flee. But leaving Alastair’s body behind was something his mother never forgave herself for. She was never quite the same after that, and neither were the kids. Hyde and Seva stopped venturing, they stuck around the densite and had lost their enthusiasm for tagging along when their uncle Luca pretended to go on secret missions. His attempts to cheer the children up were met with hesitation, and within the blink of an eye, Hyde was old enough to take on a task himself.

Life had just returned to normal for the boys, Yeegla was back to her former power and Hyde became a brawler under the most experienced chiefs of the pack. Learning quickly and pushing himself to excel in his task, the young Hyde channeled his unresolved anger, frustration and guilt into learning how to fight and more importantly how to win.

But nothing could have prepared him for the attacks that were to come the following year. Hyde was almost two when the first wolf of Rimehaven was executed by a bunch of hunting dogs. A peer of his, only a couple of months younger than him. An inexperienced, cheerful and motivated wolf who’d only taken up his task a few days prior. The parents of the victim were devastated, and the pack fell into a state of grief for the boy. But that was just the beginning. One by one the wolves of Rimehaven got ambushed when traveling the territory alone, some found mauled on their own grounds, others never to be seen again. An unimaginable anger boiled in Hyde, frustration from the helplessness he felt. Whenever he tried to find and eliminate the threat alongside the other brawlers, distant howls from the other side of the territory announced yet another unavoidable death. Rimehaven barely dared to leave their densite anymore, life was miserable for the pack. Every step they took was followed by the expectation of never seeing their friends and family again. But the pack wasn’t ready to leave, until…

The sun was setting that day, night was about to cover Rimehaven’s territory in a blanket of black. With the last rays of light, however, two glowing orbs caught the pack’s attention. From the treeline stepped an odd-colored wolf, or so it seemed. Red and white, spotted like a dog, but unmistakably of wolf descent too. Before words could be exchanged, the hybrid let out a wolfish howl, and within a matter of seconds, loud barking announced hunters and their dogs. The wolves of Rimehaven couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed. A wolf, or at least what should have been one, had sided with the humans and helped them to track down their densite!

The battle that followed would never be forgotten by those wretched mutts nor their humans, who fell at Rimehaven’s fangs like helpless doelings. Too much pain had been inflicted for any of them to hold back, and even though some of the humans escaped the scene to tell the tale, Hyde found himself wading through bodies at the end of that night. A gurgled plea met his ears by none other than the wolfdog who’d brought this curse upon them. Striking eyes stared up at him, the other barely able to move from his injuries. Hyde took in his features, his wolf-like face, his ears that were quite similar to his own. His yellow eyes mirrored that of his family. There were just no words to describe what he felt that moment, but before any more sounds would leave the beast’s vile maw, Hyde bit into the other’s already torn neck and rocked it like the prey he deserved to be. When he stopped his forceful endeavor, there was no movement left in the half-breed’s body.

No word was ever spoken about this moment, neither with his family, nor with the rest of the pack. To this day Hyde still thinks back from time to time, wondering how his actions were perceived. Though his mother must’ve either been impressed or at least in agreement, for only days later, at their departure from the old territory, he was appointed the youngest Council of Rimehaven. Not surprising, for most of their elderly members had fallen victim to the hunters, but it was still a title he held with pride, regardless of Yeegla’s motivation.

For months the pack traveled, sought shelter in tiny caves, narrow ravines and sometimes even mounds of dirt with nothing but small provisionary holes to house them. Until they eventually arrived at a place of great strategic value. While in other places they seemed to be surrounded by human settlements, this area was bordered by seas and rivers on two sides, hills in the south and harsh cliffs in the west. A well defendable location, despite one settlement not too far away. And with their smaller numbers, it didn’t even matter that the territory wasn’t as grand as they were familiar with. At least it was safe.

Description

Name: Svilheid

> Pronunciation: Sveel-hyde

> Nickname: Hyde

Age: Young Adult (3 years old)

Sex: Male

Height: 35’’

Weight: Healthy

Species: Wolf

Domestication Score: Wild (Score 1)

Phenotype: Agouti Seal with Minimal White

Genotype: a(w)a(w) BB DD EE gg II K(b)k(y) mm SS tt

Carrier Genes: -

Faction: Rimehaven

Profession: Council

Task: Brawler

Level: 3

Bounty Score: 0

Family: Yeegla (Mother), Alastair (Father), Seva (Brother), Callisto (Sister)

Personality:

⊕ Hyde is the result of a loving upbringing in a leadership family. He brings many qualities of a competent heir: courageous, confident and perceptive… Proud to be son to Yeegla and Alastair, he takes pride in serving the pack as the second-in-command and part of the Council. He carries responsibility with the utmost dedication and has an air of confidence around him as he passes through Rimehaven. But despite these admirable traits, some would say something feels off about him. His smiles just never seem to reach his eyes - if he smiles at all, that is.

〇 Because the thing is… Hyde worries constantly. For the pack’s safety, for his mother’s health, for his siblings’ future. When one problem is solved, his mind latches onto the next. He’s none to pace around pointlessly in the physical world, but his mind takes journeys to the moon and back when given the chance. If everything is calm for a day, he immediately gets suspicious and expects another catastrophe to be around the next turn.

Hyde is also very private about his thoughts and emotions, and never wears his heart on his sleeve. The lack of communication growing up, between his mother and him in particular, has taught him to keep problems to himself. Most prominently his unresolved feelings about Alastair’s death, but also the burning rage about the many attacks Rimehaven has endured over the year before their relocation.

Despite his premature bitterness, Hyde is an affectionate wolf to those he holds dear. Mostly his mother, siblings and uncle get to see this side of him, but he hopes to one day start a family of his own, even though the mere thought of having pups instills fear of history repeating itself in him.

⊖ Although Hyde perceives his intents to be noble, his means can be questionable to say the least. When threat knocks at Rimehaven’s door, the young council takes after his pack’s teaching to fight fire with fire. He is highly distrustful of outsiders, dogs in particular, and judges them as guilty until proven innocent. He does have a soft spot for the defenseless that he fears could be exploited, though luckily it hasn’t been taken advantage of yet, for his fangs have ended any pleas before they managed to sway him. Although Hyde isn’t unnecessarily gruesome, his skillful violence gives him the ability to end a fight quickly without feeling remorse. He would much rather walk away than bask in the sight of the aftermath, however.

Trivia:
- Hyde likes to always be in control of a situation.
- Barely anyone calls him by his full name.
- He would rather kill a dog than let them manipulate him into granting mercy.
- When he‘s serious about a lethal attack, he usually doesn‘t snarl or growl.

Backstory:

[TL;DR] >> Hyde was born to the leaders of Rimehaven, lost his dad to hunters and took on the task of brawler to blow off steam. After a period of calm, the pack repeatedly got attacked by hunters, with several members dying or vanishing. After a wolfdog reveals their location to the humans, Rimehaven kills many of the hunters and their dogs in a fierce battle, but has to relocate so they won’t get ambushed again. Killing the traitor, Hyde is soon appointed to the council of Rimehaven. He flourishes in his new position as the pack travels far to arrive in their new territory that they reside in now. <<

Hyde grew up in Rimehaven as the beloved son to the leaders, Yeegla and Alastair. He had little to complain about as a pup, with loving parents and his twin brother whom he was inseparable from. Seva and him did everything together, and it was at such an occasion that a hunter and his dogs tracked the pups down. Alastair was the first to arrive at his childrens’ yelps, with Yeegla only a tail length behind.

There is not much Hyde remembers from that day, only his father intertwined with the dogs, his mother’s bone-chilling screams as she rushed to the kids and a tight hum followed by a thud. And again. And again. This was the first time Hyde heard the sound of bow and arrow, and the dogs barking in a deafening pitch. It was too disorienting for the pup to realize that his parents had saved Seva and him, but at a terrible cost. That day was the last time he saw his father’s face - all he would have left were memories.

Yeegla, injured and broken over what she had just witnessed, urged her sons to run, and by a miracle they managed to flee. But leaving Alastair’s body behind was something his mother never forgave herself for. She was never quite the same after that, and neither were the kids. Hyde and Seva stopped venturing, they stuck around the densite and had lost their enthusiasm for tagging along when their uncle Luca pretended to go on secret missions. His attempts to cheer the children up were met with hesitation, and within the blink of an eye, Hyde was old enough to take on a task himself.

Life had just returned to normal for the boys, Yeegla was back to her former power and Hyde became a brawler under the most experienced chiefs of the pack. Learning quickly and pushing himself to excel in his task, the young Hyde channeled his unresolved anger, frustration and guilt into learning how to fight and more importantly how to win.

But nothing could have prepared him for the attacks that were to come the following year. Hyde was almost two when the first wolf of Rimehaven was executed by a bunch of hunting dogs. A peer of his, only a couple of months younger than him. An inexperienced, cheerful and motivated wolf who’d only taken up his task a few days prior. The parents of the victim were devastated, and the pack fell into a state of grief for the boy. But that was just the beginning. One by one the wolves of Rimehaven got ambushed when traveling the territory alone, some found mauled on their own grounds, others never to be seen again. An unimaginable anger boiled in Hyde, frustration from the helplessness he felt. Whenever he tried to find and eliminate the threat alongside the other brawlers, distant howls from the other side of the territory announced yet another unavoidable death. Rimehaven barely dared to leave their densite anymore, life was miserable for the pack. Every step they took was followed by the expectation of never seeing their friends and family again. But the pack wasn’t ready to leave, until…

The sun was setting that day, night was about to cover Rimehaven’s territory in a blanket of black. With the last rays of light, however, two glowing orbs caught the pack’s attention. From the treeline stepped an odd-colored wolf, or so it seemed. Red and white, spotted like a dog, but unmistakably of wolf descent too. Before words could be exchanged, the hybrid let out a wolfish howl, and within a matter of seconds, loud barking announced hunters and their dogs. The wolves of Rimehaven couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed. A wolf, or at least what should have been one, had sided with the humans and helped them to track down their densite!

The battle that followed would never be forgotten by those wretched mutts nor their humans, who fell at Rimehaven’s fangs like helpless doelings. Too much pain had been inflicted for any of them to hold back, and even though some of the humans escaped the scene to tell the tale, Hyde found himself wading through bodies at the end of that night. A gurgled plea met his ears by none other than the wolfdog who’d brought this curse upon them. Striking eyes stared up at him, the other barely able to move from his injuries. Hyde took in his features, his wolf-like face, his ears that were quite similar to his own. His yellow eyes mirrored that of his family. There were just no words to describe what he felt that moment, but before any more sounds would leave the beast’s vile maw, Hyde bit into the other’s already torn neck and rocked it like the prey he deserved to be. When he stopped his forceful endeavor, there was no movement left in the half-breed’s body.

No word was ever spoken about this moment, neither with his family, nor with the rest of the pack. To this day Hyde still thinks back from time to time, wondering how his actions were perceived. Though his mother must’ve either been impressed or at least in agreement, for only days later, at their departure from the old territory, he was appointed the youngest Council of Rimehaven. Not surprising, for most of their elderly members had fallen victim to the hunters, but it was still a title he held with pride, regardless of Yeegla’s motivation.

For months the pack traveled, sought shelter in tiny caves, narrow ravines and sometimes even mounds of dirt with nothing but small provisionary holes to house them. Until they eventually arrived at a place of great strategic value. While in other places they seemed to be surrounded by human settlements, this area was bordered by seas and rivers on two sides, hills in the south and harsh cliffs in the west. A well defendable location, despite one settlement not too far away. And with their smaller numbers, it didn’t even matter that the territory wasn’t as grand as they were familiar with. At least it was safe.