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Description

GENERAL INFORMATION
Name: Levutė
Age: Youth
Gender: Male
Height and Weight:78 cm, 38 kg
[At full grown size]

PACK INFORMATION

Territory: Skydas
Moonphase: Waning Gibbous Moon
Ranking: Omega
Abilities: None

BIO

Personality:

🟢 Stoic | Realistic | Tranquil

Levutė, shaped by his nature and the shift of his life's events, is a stoic being. He keeps his conscience driven, clear, and held up, away from impulsive feelings for the most part. Because of this natural trait, Levutė is able to perceive the world around him as not just black and white, but with the grey as well. He lacks the passion to feel pessimistic or optimistic, but rather, he is realistically aligned and driven. Things are not always just, nor are they always evil- and Levutė is perceptive to the world around him.
Levutė allows his speech to be calm, true, and simple- thus rounding him out as a voice of perhaps true reason, and a tranquil voice at that.

⚪ Formal | Impersonal

Though he will say things simply and nearly freely, Levutė prefers a uniform to addressing and speaking with others. He is fully aware of the hierarchy, thus minding his own place and minding to his own business. Levute keeps things tightly formal. The better he minds his place, the better for the pack… and so, Levutė finds himself astray from more emotional matters of others. Despite this, he isn't unpleasant to speak with and outright refuses to be blunt entirely- and there is a charm to his respect for figures of power and respect for the wolves around him.
His formalities can lead to making Levutė a strange individual to approach for heart to heart matters. Unwavering in his simple speech mannerisms can make one feel Levutė is impersonal- and while he could be inquisitive to the issue at hand, it is possible to falsely read his actions as cold and aloof. Situations can vary, but typically…Levutė is not well with handling emotional, personal matters. He will give you the truth, even if it may be cold and untiring.

🔴 Abrupt | Complicated | Callous

Now calls for the heavier, darker traits of Levutė that are covert and not perhaps conspicuous to anyone.
While it goes hand in hand with his impersonal and formal tendencies to address others, there is an unsung truth to his words that are so thinly veiled as a simple truth- Levutė, simply put, does not care. If you approach him about trivial matters, things he does not care about- he will not feign interest nor mask pleasure for you. Levutė is abrupt, short, and uncaring. If it is not life threatening, nor an endangerment to the pack, he does not care to hear it nor engage.
This doesn't make him outright bad, nor corrupt. In fact, it's understandable that one would find him complicated. Calm and steady with a soft but true voice that runs like a clear brook one moment… Dutiful to only the pack and apathetic to personal affairs the next. Levutė finds change in his mannerisms difficult, and so he remains a book that cannot be opened easily at all.
It's no secret that Levutė struggles with apathy- or, perhaps it is. Everything is mostly secret to him, really- few personal exchanges have yet to be made and revelations to be dug up. But deeply within his chest lays a wolf who craves more torment of others, even himself. Levutė holds all the key components to becoming a callous wolf… but will someone intervene and stop such a dark growth?

HISTORY

Levutė could very well be considered a dying breed. Rising up with the mist of dawn, he was the last trace of their blood- his parents, and perhaps Tundes itself.

His parents had been a pair of wolves without much time left to pass on a child. Levutė does not easily recall a time where their age hadn't shown through, but when things started out, all had been well. He was wanted, was expected to carry on their lineage. That was all Levutė knew his purpose to be, and that was fulfilling.

Enough.

He supposes that it was fine, as he's made it up to now alive, and that he should be grateful, really. No scars, no broken bones. A decidedly ordinary childhood, for a decidedly ordinary pup. He was fed, he was looked over. There was no need to complain. Was there?

But when they argued, his parents… It was always the latest in the night, and the moon would shine the horrors of the truth straight into his face. Ugly, flashes of fangs searing into the youth's eyes, unapologetic, with screams and snarls plaguing his ears.
In the evenings, especially night, Levutė had only ever known staying squared off, isolated from the other wolves. At least when they, his parents, were around. But in this inky blackness, no pack member could know of a little black wolf in need of their help. Levutė did not know the way to help, and so there he would stay. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide or run. He was told to look the other way, or go back to sleep and not mind their quarrels.

Usually, Levutė tried to do the latter.

Other than the small life he'd known with his aging parents, it was peaceful here. Growing older himself, and finding the time to separate himself from tending to the old pair, Levutė was able to find time to stray away, and so often would watch the pack with a sense of wonder. He learned their ways, without mentioning a word of it to his mother and father. Levutė, in his own way, made small steps to becoming a true pack wolf.

And little had he known, a pair of eyes were upon him in his small stage of life. Levutė would never know this until later.

Things were going smoothly for Tundes. Or so, that was what they'd lamented the loss of, once Osiris had passed in such an untimely manner. It hadn't seemed like him, wolves would talk and murmur and fret. Where was he? What were they to do?
But when a figure, still and heavy, had been recovered… That had been the end of it all. Where were they to go now? The voices grew louder; their eyes more wild, feverish. It went all over the pair of black ears and large, grey eyes of Levutė. Names in the form of accusation fluttered from overhead; tension rose and boiled with anger and misunderstanding for the following events. They could not all agree, no. But their voice was simple, loud, and unifying as one when it came down to one matter alone. They'd all see separate ways. Levutė hardly understood what this would mean for the future, but he hadn't much time to worry about the pack.

His family… things were growing worse in their own little circle.

One evening, the final night Levutė would spend in the segregated pack of Tundes, a terrible coughing fit gushed from his mother's throat. Levutė would rush to her aid, eyes widened, when his father suddenly lunged, jaws snapping.
He could not understand… but as he froze in fear and the older male began to widen his fangs at his own son, a wolf Levutė had never seen before would shove the boy out of the way, baring his teeth towards his father. After an exchange and a sudden fit of emotions from the grizzled male, Levutė was pushed away from the scene with the stranger who'd intervened.

"He's not right, that old fool."

Levutė had been told sternly, though not unkindly. A pair of weary eyes spoke of experience and knowledge of the outside world that Levutė had not known yet. He simply stood and stared towards the older male. He towered over the younger wolf, and yet Levutė had not felt fear. He couldn't feel anything, as his father threw curses and stumbled away from the pair. The stranger wolf shook his head, his expression unreadable to Levutė.

"You're best to come along with us."

It was decided then that Levutė would not stay in Tundes; no young spirit should be exposed to the primal heat of strife among wolves who could not see eye to eye. They'd set off, a group of others and leave for the east. That had been that. He never saw his enraged father again, or especially that of his mother, who'd simply been lying still after her fit of coughs.

Levutė already knew.

The young wolf remembers most of the travel from the disbanding Tundes, or the mess that was left from it. At least, these wolves had been more peaceful than the wreckage left in Tundes… including his parents.

Levutė realized, with so many steps taken in silence he had never actually learned their names.

But… maybe it was best not to think about it.

It was then that the young male ventured on, into the now-known pack of Skydas.
And it is now that his journey truly begins.

OTHER/TRIVIA

Unbeknownst to the boy, both of Levute's parents were suffering from mental health decline due to age advancing. His mother caught a case of pneumonia, and his father, unable to recognize Levute, mistook him as a stranger with ill intent and had tried to kill him.

(Hence, the pair arguing all the time from the beginning of his life, as their well-beings began to worsen.)

As his Lithuanian name suggests, Levute's name comes from a spiritual past of ancestors who honored magic use. However, his parents chose to repress and shun those skills rather than honor it, leading them to a straightforward life in Tundes. Levutė is not aware of his ancestors, or their interest in magic

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Description

GENERAL INFORMATION
Name: Levutė
Age: Youth
Gender: Male
Height and Weight:78 cm, 38 kg
[At full grown size]

PACK INFORMATION

Territory: Skydas
Moonphase: Waning Gibbous Moon
Ranking: Omega
Abilities: None

BIO

Personality:

🟢 Stoic | Realistic | Tranquil

Levutė, shaped by his nature and the shift of his life's events, is a stoic being. He keeps his conscience driven, clear, and held up, away from impulsive feelings for the most part. Because of this natural trait, Levutė is able to perceive the world around him as not just black and white, but with the grey as well. He lacks the passion to feel pessimistic or optimistic, but rather, he is realistically aligned and driven. Things are not always just, nor are they always evil- and Levutė is perceptive to the world around him.
Levutė allows his speech to be calm, true, and simple- thus rounding him out as a voice of perhaps true reason, and a tranquil voice at that.

⚪ Formal | Impersonal

Though he will say things simply and nearly freely, Levutė prefers a uniform to addressing and speaking with others. He is fully aware of the hierarchy, thus minding his own place and minding to his own business. Levute keeps things tightly formal. The better he minds his place, the better for the pack… and so, Levutė finds himself astray from more emotional matters of others. Despite this, he isn't unpleasant to speak with and outright refuses to be blunt entirely- and there is a charm to his respect for figures of power and respect for the wolves around him.
His formalities can lead to making Levutė a strange individual to approach for heart to heart matters. Unwavering in his simple speech mannerisms can make one feel Levutė is impersonal- and while he could be inquisitive to the issue at hand, it is possible to falsely read his actions as cold and aloof. Situations can vary, but typically…Levutė is not well with handling emotional, personal matters. He will give you the truth, even if it may be cold and untiring.

🔴 Abrupt | Complicated | Callous

Now calls for the heavier, darker traits of Levutė that are covert and not perhaps conspicuous to anyone.
While it goes hand in hand with his impersonal and formal tendencies to address others, there is an unsung truth to his words that are so thinly veiled as a simple truth- Levutė, simply put, does not care. If you approach him about trivial matters, things he does not care about- he will not feign interest nor mask pleasure for you. Levutė is abrupt, short, and uncaring. If it is not life threatening, nor an endangerment to the pack, he does not care to hear it nor engage.
This doesn't make him outright bad, nor corrupt. In fact, it's understandable that one would find him complicated. Calm and steady with a soft but true voice that runs like a clear brook one moment… Dutiful to only the pack and apathetic to personal affairs the next. Levutė finds change in his mannerisms difficult, and so he remains a book that cannot be opened easily at all.
It's no secret that Levutė struggles with apathy- or, perhaps it is. Everything is mostly secret to him, really- few personal exchanges have yet to be made and revelations to be dug up. But deeply within his chest lays a wolf who craves more torment of others, even himself. Levutė holds all the key components to becoming a callous wolf… but will someone intervene and stop such a dark growth?

HISTORY

Levutė could very well be considered a dying breed. Rising up with the mist of dawn, he was the last trace of their blood- his parents, and perhaps Tundes itself.

His parents had been a pair of wolves without much time left to pass on a child. Levutė does not easily recall a time where their age hadn't shown through, but when things started out, all had been well. He was wanted, was expected to carry on their lineage. That was all Levutė knew his purpose to be, and that was fulfilling.

Enough.

He supposes that it was fine, as he's made it up to now alive, and that he should be grateful, really. No scars, no broken bones. A decidedly ordinary childhood, for a decidedly ordinary pup. He was fed, he was looked over. There was no need to complain. Was there?

But when they argued, his parents… It was always the latest in the night, and the moon would shine the horrors of the truth straight into his face. Ugly, flashes of fangs searing into the youth's eyes, unapologetic, with screams and snarls plaguing his ears.
In the evenings, especially night, Levutė had only ever known staying squared off, isolated from the other wolves. At least when they, his parents, were around. But in this inky blackness, no pack member could know of a little black wolf in need of their help. Levutė did not know the way to help, and so there he would stay. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide or run. He was told to look the other way, or go back to sleep and not mind their quarrels.

Usually, Levutė tried to do the latter.

Other than the small life he'd known with his aging parents, it was peaceful here. Growing older himself, and finding the time to separate himself from tending to the old pair, Levutė was able to find time to stray away, and so often would watch the pack with a sense of wonder. He learned their ways, without mentioning a word of it to his mother and father. Levutė, in his own way, made small steps to becoming a true pack wolf.

And little had he known, a pair of eyes were upon him in his small stage of life. Levutė would never know this until later.

Things were going smoothly for Tundes. Or so, that was what they'd lamented the loss of, once Osiris had passed in such an untimely manner. It hadn't seemed like him, wolves would talk and murmur and fret. Where was he? What were they to do?
But when a figure, still and heavy, had been recovered… That had been the end of it all. Where were they to go now? The voices grew louder; their eyes more wild, feverish. It went all over the pair of black ears and large, grey eyes of Levutė. Names in the form of accusation fluttered from overhead; tension rose and boiled with anger and misunderstanding for the following events. They could not all agree, no. But their voice was simple, loud, and unifying as one when it came down to one matter alone. They'd all see separate ways. Levutė hardly understood what this would mean for the future, but he hadn't much time to worry about the pack.

His family… things were growing worse in their own little circle.

One evening, the final night Levutė would spend in the segregated pack of Tundes, a terrible coughing fit gushed from his mother's throat. Levutė would rush to her aid, eyes widened, when his father suddenly lunged, jaws snapping.
He could not understand… but as he froze in fear and the older male began to widen his fangs at his own son, a wolf Levutė had never seen before would shove the boy out of the way, baring his teeth towards his father. After an exchange and a sudden fit of emotions from the grizzled male, Levutė was pushed away from the scene with the stranger who'd intervened.

"He's not right, that old fool."

Levutė had been told sternly, though not unkindly. A pair of weary eyes spoke of experience and knowledge of the outside world that Levutė had not known yet. He simply stood and stared towards the older male. He towered over the younger wolf, and yet Levutė had not felt fear. He couldn't feel anything, as his father threw curses and stumbled away from the pair. The stranger wolf shook his head, his expression unreadable to Levutė.

"You're best to come along with us."

It was decided then that Levutė would not stay in Tundes; no young spirit should be exposed to the primal heat of strife among wolves who could not see eye to eye. They'd set off, a group of others and leave for the east. That had been that. He never saw his enraged father again, or especially that of his mother, who'd simply been lying still after her fit of coughs.

Levutė already knew.

The young wolf remembers most of the travel from the disbanding Tundes, or the mess that was left from it. At least, these wolves had been more peaceful than the wreckage left in Tundes… including his parents.

Levutė realized, with so many steps taken in silence he had never actually learned their names.

But… maybe it was best not to think about it.

It was then that the young male ventured on, into the now-known pack of Skydas.
And it is now that his journey truly begins.

OTHER/TRIVIA

Unbeknownst to the boy, both of Levute's parents were suffering from mental health decline due to age advancing. His mother caught a case of pneumonia, and his father, unable to recognize Levute, mistook him as a stranger with ill intent and had tried to kill him.

(Hence, the pair arguing all the time from the beginning of his life, as their well-beings began to worsen.)

As his Lithuanian name suggests, Levute's name comes from a spiritual past of ancestors who honored magic use. However, his parents chose to repress and shun those skills rather than honor it, leading them to a straightforward life in Tundes. Levutė is not aware of his ancestors, or their interest in magic

CONTACT

Contact Preference: STRONG preference for Google Docs and/or Discord PMs (to discuss moving forward)
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