Fantasy Misfits: A Pack of Their Own [Character Sheet]

[EccentricFantasy]

Below is the character sheet and my character as reference. A few things you want to know first.

1. All relationships must be agreed upon by the other party.
2. All relationships do not have to be straight relationships.
3. Characters must be submitted to me in Private Messages to be approved before they are posted here.
4. You may use code as much as you like, but be mindful of mobile users.
5. You may add any other information you want, so long as the base information is filled out.

Here is the character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Pack Rank:
Species:
Mate (If applies):
Appearance (description and/or art):
Personality:
Backstory (include how they joined the pack):
Theme Song (not required, but I enjoy it):
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If you want to be the other alpha, contact me so we can work out the relationship between our characters. That is a first come first serve thing.

Spoiler: FantasyDoctor's Character

Name:
Marco Hendrickson

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Male

Pack Rank:
1st Alpha

Species:
Phoenix

Mate:
Akina Tori

Appearance:
Human Form:

Phoenix Form:

Personality:
Marco is one of the most kind and selfless people you could ever meet. His first and last thoughts are always about the people he cares about. He can be selfless to a fault. Openly putting himself in harms way to make sure his people are safe. This is attributed to his immortality, but he doesn't get why people are so mad at him when he gets hurt. He doesn't read emotions well, so the fact that they are upset about him taking the hit is always confusing. Despite not understanding most emotions, he has a very deep understanding of the emotion love. He understands platonic love, familial love and especially romantic love. He is the first person into the fight and the first one to take all the pain just to make sure one of his people will live without it. There is no doubt that you will ever find a more loving person.


Backstory:
Marco had forgotten the exact year he was born. That was many Millennia ago. He does know that he was created from a drop of sun. He didn't remember who created him, but he knows that they were very powerful and were once worshipped as a god. The first real memory he can fully remember was the day he was sitting atop a mountain. There was a legend that had started of an immortal bird. If you could harvest this bird flame, you would be granted immortal life as well. This of course was a complete lie, so he had to kill many because they wanted his fire.

1000 years passed by and he had slain many humans and creatures who came to steal his fire. Then, something amazing happened. A dragon came to visit him. A dragon who claimed he was starting a pack with many different types of creatures. Calling it a way to give Misfits a home. Of course, Marco was less than convinced that he was telling the truth. He told the dragon to leave and he did. However, the dragon started making a habit of showing up.

Marco was more than annoyed. He just wanted to be left alone, but this Dragon wouldn't give it up. Eventually he stopped just telling the dragon to leave. He became tolerant of the Dragon. Growing to even care for the dragons company. One day the question finally popped into his head and he decided to ask. He asked the dragon why he felt the need to recruit the Phoenix into the group when he clearly wanted to be alone.

The dragon looked at Marco and laughed a bit, saying one thing "Someone so desperate to be alone is obviously craving company. You face your fear by living in it. Your fear of abandonment is strong, so you isolate yourself to avoid it. I am here to tell you, this pack will be your life and home."

Marco really hated to admit it, but this Dragon read him like a book. It was annoying. That being said, he was tired of being alone and maybe, just maybe this might be the place for him. Maybe he would finally find people who wouldn't leave him and wouldn't attempt to kill him. So he finally agreed and went with the dragon to join this pack of Misfits. The Wanderer's Pack.

Theme Song:
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[FanOfSiriusBlack]

Name: Alwyn

Age: 19 years, but she is considered very much a child

Gender: Female

Pack Rank: Omega, I guess. I kinda want to start this out with her joining the pack.

Species: Faebourn, a race that I homebrewed for a D&D campaign that never really happened. Faeborn are like humans that were taken on by different faerie tribes (Shade faeries for her specifically) that gives them a lot of the physical qualities and powers of normal fae, like Shadewalking (basically short range teleportation) or Shadow Manipulation (creating small solid objects out of shadows around her).

Mate (If applies): Guess we’ll figure that out in-story

Appearance (description and/or art):

Very small. Everything about her looks tiny and delicate. She stands about 4’7”, and weighs around 45 lbs. Her skin is black, and her hair, eyebrows, and lashes are all stark white. Her hair is long and pretty matted and tangled, or worn out of her face in complicated braids on special occasions (she may need to ask for help from one of the other female members to do them).

Personality: She’s really small, which leads to her not being much use in a straight fight, so she will try and get away if it seems like conflict is arising. She’s also a very emotionally-driven character, willing to do almost anything to protect what is HERS. She will likely do a fair bit of crying, as children do, and it is very easy to bring her to tears. She is a child in almost every way, so please do expect her to act like it from time to time.

Backstory (include how they joined the pack): She is one of a few attempts to keep the Shade faeries alive. They are hated and feared by many other races that aren’t themselves belonging to the night. They have had many conflicts with the Sunfire Fae, and their dwindling numbers gave the Sun-fae the edge they needed to end the conflict for good.
Alwyn managed to escape with her life, but only just barely, and she’s herd… rumors. Rumors that there is a pack of werewolves known to accept other species, and she wouldn’t survive much longer on her own, so she steeled herself and started west, towards the pack of werewolves that she hoped would be her salvation.

Theme Song (not required, but I enjoy it): Either Gone Too Soon by Simple Plan or Monster by Beth Crowley.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Name:
Akina Tori
Age:
Exact age is unknown even to her
Gender:
Female
Pack Rank:
Alpha Female
Species:
Valkyrie
Mate (If applies):
Marco Hendrickson

Appearance (description and/or art):
In her alternate human form Akina loses her tail feathers and her wings and they are replaced with arms. Her black legs and talons are disguised as thigh high boots and her kimono lengthens to her knees to hide the fact that the boots blend into her skin. Her sleeves usually hide the way her arms start white as her feathers before turning black then red as they start to blend into her skin at her shoulders.

Personality:
Akina was once as bloodthirsty and vicious as can be. However, as time passed and she saw her people die she began to crave more. Now Akina couldn't be further from her past self. She is a lover of peace and has a large heart that is always open to those close to her. Known for her advice and peaceful presence she is often sought out by the others, though she is also known to be a bit of a mother hen and can be a bit overbearing when members of the pack are hurt or sick and despite her peaceful persona Akina is still able to touch into her vicious side when the pack is attacked or threatened and there is no peaceful way out or when angered. Even Marco is a victim of her wrath when he let's himself gets hurt and she often acts to steer him away from putting himself in danger and help him understand his emotions better. Akina often flits from hobby to hobby as they travel, from knitting to doll making to baking, and while some turn out great other's turn into failures. Many member's have been gifted with misshapen sweaters and some are occasionally stolen to taste her newest receipt. She love's to learn though and doesn't let her failures stop her. She is loyal and protective of those she cares for, especially the children of the pack, and is viewed by many of the members as an older sister or mother figure. Thus, they bear her 'mother henning', terrible creations, and coddling quietly.

Backstory (include how they joined the pack):
Long ago, when the old gods fell, new gods emerged to take their place as humans advanced and started wars. These gods were more violent and bloodthirsty then the last and took an interest in the humans and their strength. Soon the Valkyrie were born, birthed from the souls of fallen warriors chosen for their strength as they died, and the god's used the Valkyries in many ways. Some sent them to help fight along humans when they wanted a certain side to win, other's pitted the Valkyries against each other to settle bets and satisfy their blood lust, while some were kept as mere servants. Few had peaceful lives.

In the beginning, many of the Valkyrie carried the same blood lust as they had in life and didn't mind fighting in wars or against each other but as decades passed they grew weary with the fighting. They began to yearn for the peace they saw some humans accomplish but this was impossible with the gods around. However, with the shifting of time humans began to change and stopped fighting as much, so the gods turned on each other to satisfy their desire for war. Many Valkyrie were killed in the fighting pits or in the wars between the gods and it was a time of darkness and grief for their people. Angered by this and with no end in sight, the Valkyrie decided to rebel against the gods. Many were killed in the war that ensued but they held strength gifted by endless wars and so managed to defeat the gods after almost a decade of fighting. The few that remained scattered to the earth and began lives of peace but many of them were old and tired so soon passed onto their final death.

Akina is one of the last of her kind as well as the youngest ones left as she was born from the last generation before the war, and the horrors she had seen had made her weary of others. So she chose to indulge herself within the world of humans and the peace of a traveling nomad instead. However, as the years passed Akina grew lonely and began to desire a family once more. Other Valkyries were hard to find and other creatures were weary or uninterested in letting her join their packs while humans were too deceiving to trust enough to settle among. Akina thought herself doomed to a life of loneliness but then started to hear about The Wanderer's Pack. Hopeful and determined Akina began a search for this mythical pack of misfits but in the end it was they who found her.

Months later, weakened by many day's and nights of relentless searching Akina took to her human form and sought refuge in an inn for a few night. Unknown to her, the inn was ran by a pair of demon slayers that noticed the feather's Akina left in her bedding when she shifted at night. Mistaking her for a demon they trapped Akina in the inn and gathered reinforcements to attack her. In her weakened state Akina still managed to kill many of the slayers but in the end suffered many injuries and even as her last enemy fell she could feel herself succumb to her wounds. This is when The Wanderer's Pack found her.

They offered her a place among them and took her in. Overjoyed Akina slowly healed and eventually found the family she desired in the pack. Older then many she took to mothering the younger members and many turned to her for comfort or advice. Including Marco himself who became her closest friend and eventually her mate.

Theme Song (not required, but I enjoy it):

Her nest (It shrinks when traveling) It hangs from the tallest tree where they settle so she can keep watch and is where she goes to nap. It's often cluttered with the supplies for her latest hobbies. Only Marco and the younger children are allowed to enter uninvited.​

 

[LittleAndClumsy]

Name: Genevieve Evans
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Pack Rank: Beta
Species: Phoenix
Mate (If applies): Open
Personality: Vieve is known for being serious, for not knowing how to have fun. She always has her back to the wall and her eyes on her surroundings; nothing gets past her. This is part of what makes her a good beta, as she is extremely loyal to her pack and is always putting their well being before her own. It takes a lot for outsiders and newcomers to earn her trust and once they do, they have her full loyalty and she would do anything to take care of them no matter the cost to herself. She can be stubborn and firmly believes in the tough love aspect but she just wants the best for those she cares about.

Backstory (include how they joined the pack): She was born to very strong parents, both of her parents coming from ancient bloodlines that were rumored to be of the first phoenix bloodlines. As such, they had many enemies. In order to protect her from their enemies, Vieve was sent to live with a wizard - this choice being the wrong one. She was used for her flames, her flames fueling many of the wizard's strongest and most dangerous spells. Eventually she grew tired of being used and killed the wizard in a blazing fury. It was then that she learned her true powers and learned a little bit more about herself. She lived in solitude for years, not trusting anybody enough to let them anywhere near her until she met the dragon. She wasn't sure where he had come from or how he had managed to find her but no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he always made a point to be there and to try and earn her trust.

One day, she let him show her the very thing he had been trying to recruit her for: a pack full of misfits. The Wanderer's Pack. At first she was wary, worrying that somehow the other creatures within the pack would want to use her for her flames and her abilities but eventually she found her place within the pack.

Theme Song (not required, but I enjoy it): Through the Fire and Flames - Dragonforce

 

[SkulblakaWyrda95]

Name: Kida (surname unknown)

Age: 150-ish (she lost count of exact years. Could be older, but she's immortal so she doesn't really keep track of age.)

Gender: Female

Pack Rank: Beta Female/Warrior

Species: Griffin

Mate (If applies): none yet

Appearance (description and/or art):
Human

Griffin


Personality: Kida loves to fly. She's a fierce aerial warrior and hunter and will forfeit her own life to protect her family, the pack. If she snaps at someone in anger or frustration, she never truly means it and usually apologizes once she's calmed down. She's usually pretty sweet and easy to get along with.

Backstory (include how they joined the pack): Kida was born into the Pack. Her mother had made the journey to join the pack while pregnant with Kida and passed away shortly after Kida was born. She was raised by the members of the pack. To her, they are the only family she's ever known. She was too young to remember her mother when she died, and she'll probably never remember. It was over a century and a half ago.

Theme Song: Born to Fly (Sarah Evans)

 

[Angelofdarkness]

Name: Freya Windhaven

Age: exact age unknown (100 ish)

Gender: female

Species: Hippogriff

Rank: omega

Mate: open (bi- sexual)

Appearance: Shoulder length blonde hair, pale skin, grey eyes, normally stays in her human form with her wings out as they give her a sense of comfort.


Personality: Freya is a loner, she prefers quiet and solitude then being around large groups of people. She enjoys flying, and sketching in her time. While she’s soft spoken and has a soft spot for kids she’s also short tempered and hard headed.

Backstory: Freya doesn’t recall much of her own childhood and perhaps that’s for the best. But she does remember wandering the tall mountain peaks alone crying out for someone who never came.

She doesn’t recall how long she was out there, but she does recall having to fight for food, a warm place to sleep, but it never lasted long. One night curled a hole in the ground she felt someone staring down at her, peaking up she let out a tiny chirp. A deep laugh filled the air, “What’s a tiny little thing like you doing out here alone?” They asked.

She glanced around big grey eyes sad. “Come with me child, I’ll take you to a place you won’t be alone.” Taking one last glance around her she stood prancing after the figure onto her new home.

Song: Teru’s song- Tales of Earthsea -

 

[Morrighan]

Name: Livia Avita
Age: Gods only know...OLD
Gender: Female
Pack Rank: Beta
Species: Peryton
Mate (If applies): Open
Appearance (description and/or art):


Deep golden eyes, retractable antlers and wings, when in her more animalistic humanoid form, her legs become those of an elk, and she has fur-like feathers covering the majority of her body.

Personality: Livia is kind, patient, and one of the most compassionate people you can ever hope to meet. She will always happily spare time to comfort or council a pack member, and takes pride in being someone the Alphas come to for advise or council. She has a soft, subtle sense kf of humor that others cannot help but love and is almost always smiling.

Backstory (include how they joined the pack): Livia is one of the last of her kind, and was born after the last surviving members of her people fled Atlantis when it was taken by the ocean. As centuries passed, her people were hunted by power-hungry humans who believed their antlers and hearts could give one the magical abilities of their race if consumed. They were wrong. When she was still quite young, her parents were killed and she was left to fend for herself in a world in which Perytons - a social species meant to live in communities - were all but forgotten. Centuries came and went, and she turned to the forest and it's forgotten arts of magic and meditative wisdom for strength and guidance. However, she was very lonely, and found herself longing for companionship. That was when the dragon came, telling her of a place - a people - where she could aid others and find acceptance. She went with the great beast to The Wandering Pack, and was gladly accepted into their fold. Now, centuries later, her council and aid as a healer and seeress has made her invaluable to the Pack, and to its Alphas. She takes her position in the Pack very seriously, but never allows the importance of her place within the group to overcome her humble and compassionate heart.

Misc : Livia has an owl familiar named Myst that has served as her dearest companion for nearly a century. No one is certain how she has kept the bird alive for so long, but the beautiful creature is in excellent health and is unervingly intelligent even for a familiar.

 

[Angelofdarkness]

Name: Dimitri ”Kelpie” Hellbane
Age; appears 20- 30 (very old)
Gender: male
Species: kelpie
Rank: omega

Mate; open

Appearance: A large black horse with blazing red eyes, and a mane that's always dripping water. As a human Dimitri appears to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. Many would describe him as “handsome”, with long shaggy raven locks that are always wet and have bits of seaweed tangled inside, big red eyes and pale skin.

Personality: Many claim Kelpie are mean, cruel and evil. Some would even call them the devil. And while Dimitri doesn’t let people get close often he’s really a big softie.

Backstory: All through Scotland rings the legend of the Kelpie, a shapeshifting horse that lives in all the lochs and large bodies of water. Parents told the stories in hopes their children wouldn’t go near the dangerous waters.

All Dimitri ever wanted was company, he’d watch the kids playing by the river bank he called home and wish that he could join. When the desire for a friend grew too strong to bear he pranced along the shore whining and rearing, one small child slowly approached as they reached out to pet him they became stuck.

Scared the child began to cry, yelling filled the air. Frightened Dimitri did the only thing he could think of- hide. Diving back into the water he dragged the child with him.

Filled with sadness and anger at himself he wandered hoping that one day he’d find a place he could call home.

 

[darkborn]

Name: Varen Andirek
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Pack Rank: Omega
Species: Kyton Tiefling
Mate (If applies): N/A, though, tentatively open?
Appearance (description and/or art):

Varen is a somewhat tall (standing at around 6'0" feet), and thin. Not quite as thin as a stick, but enough to make him look gangly. His ever-eternal pale skin is a striking contrast to his midnight black hair, which in turn frames his rather angular face. One of his eyes-left side- is a sea-green color, and the other-right side- is a blood red- at times, the blood vessels in that eye may burst from time to time. He has a notable lack of scars, despite showing that he can clearly handle himself in a fight. Attribute that to his insane fast-healing.

His right arm and hand also has what appears to be curiously red glowing tattoos spiraling around his arm and hands, almost like a tattoo sleeve, or an extra set of veins. An extra set of veins is closer to the mark, as these red lines and spirals are actually energy contained within his right arm. With a thought, his right arm can transform from looking like skin to looking like it's made of red energy.

Personality:
Varen is a quiet individual, though he can frequently break that trope if he decides to snark at someone. Despite his graceful appearance, he can appear brooding at times; in fact, he actually doesn't like conversing with people at all, at least, to crowds of idio- er, people. In small groups and one-on-one conversations, he actually does very well, though he still doesn't input much.

With him being a Kyton-spawn, he frequently has to reign in his sadistic side, which he openly loathes. He can be ruthless, determined, downright frightening at times, but don't call him a sadist. With that being said, Varen seems very... morally grey. He never quite crosses into the black, but his actions can be seen by others as excessive and imperialistic. Despite this, he still strives to be good; just not to his enemies. He's a loyal individual, and will do anything to protect friends; he also tries to ensure that innocent bystanders don't get caught up in the crossfire, as well.

Varen is a person who looks through the loopholes. He's practical, disdaining ever-constant displays of honor, and preferring to take more surefire routes to achieve his goals. This isn't to say that he lacks honor at all. When challenged to his beliefs or offered a chance to show some nobility, Varen will normally show just how honorable he is, even if it is slightly unconventional.

Backstory (include how they joined the pack):
Varen doesn't like talking about his early years much. He usually begins when he's nine or ten. It was at this point that Varen is on the run. He may or may not have ticked off his Kyton father, and was trying to make sure that his father wouldn't end his life- slowly, as it was. However, Varen almost never was alone. He always had one or two companions helping him, though they never lasted more than a month or so. Kytons were known for their tenacity and ruthlessness. A trait which Varen inherited, apparently.

But, enough about that. When Varen was almost 12 years old, one of his companions- Aleric Hirdengird, a name that Varen forever remembers fondly, and who also lasted half a year- gave him two beautiful guns, and taught him how to use them, in addition to magic, and how to combine the two into a deadly combination. As it was, Aleric was also the one who indirectly brought Varen to his next phase of life: the Eastside Docks gang. Well, less of a gang and more of a group of urchins like him, simply trying to survive. Accomplished urchins, as it was. Varen met this group after Aleric sacrificed himself to make Varen's father lose his trail, giving Varen some precious freedom and time to grow as an individual.

Varen quickly fell into the group as sort of the savant, knowing both how to do magic- though members shied away whenever he did his 'soul' magic and near necromantic rituals- and technology- especially gears. He spent his time with this group for four more years, honing his skills through constant survival, and in the latter half of his time there, constant assaults from older gangs. It was during this time that Varen managed to find a mortally wounded wolf. Pitying it, he transferred its soul into a clockwork construct, where it then became his familiar- even if he didn't intend for it to happen. Therefore, he named it Asgore, after a favorite game of his. These happy times couldn't last. Eventually, the gang took enough losses from various gang wars to come to a vote to disperse; however, Erik Noson, the appointed leader of the gang, had a surprise for Varen. He found a wandering hedge wizard/occultist (A bit dubious, to be honest), who was willing to take Varen on as an apprentice. Varen eagerly, though also somewhat doubtfully- showing some signs of emotions for once- accepted. He wasn't dumb enough to pass up an opportunity to discover more magic.

His doubts were soon dispelled. His new mentor, Sivyan Oloran, was an expert in many magical things, though he often refused to speak of his own past. While he was dismissive of Varen's mechanical skills and gunwork, and had a dangerous habit of bargaining with outsiders, he was a good man, and the two formed a close apprentice-mentor bond. Two more years of learning magic, and Varen's father finally caught up with them. Of course, Sivyan sensed his coming, and made preparations. However, a determined Kyton- and a father, at that- is not a force to be underestimated. Sivyan bought Varen time to escape, though Varen didn't know the outcome of the fight between Sivyan and his father. He is hopeful that Sivyan survived, however.

Two more years of wandering. This time, he knew what he was doing, and was able to do odd jobs here and there to help out, in addition to make keep. He was, admittedly, lonely. A strange feeling for a near-antisocial person, he netherless decided to check around places to see if there was anything he could, well, join. Nothing really appealed to him. He moved on. Repeat the cycle.
Theme Song (not required, but I enjoy it):
Other: Needed to add this to show a couple more pictures.

His beautiful guns.

And his beautiful familiar

This is probably going to be improved upon.

 

[s u s h i]

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Name| Ftoon Teakin
Age| looks 19
Gender| Female
Pack Rank| Beta
Species| Unicorn
Mate| (It's a work in progress, working on it)

Appearance| When you are born, you are either a cute dumpling or an ugly dumpling. Ftoon was blessed. From her long silky smooth hair to her big green eyes. Her body isn't anything to take lightly either. Ftoon though, suffers from a terrible illness, her sweet tooth. Her lack of nutrition has caused her body to become weak. Despite her beauty, she's extremely short at a whopping 5'3. Being short has its perks. When it comes to getting around without anyone knowing to sneak in out isn't a problem.
Personality| Unpredictable. Ftoon isn't kind, nor has she ever wanted to carry this positive trait. Growing up, all she ever knew was to do good. It wasn't an option, nor was it a choice. Dependent, Ftoon is exceptionally dependent on the people around her. Dependent on their love and they're overall mood. If their mood seems to be off, this affects hers in a more serious attitude. Her race is quite sensitive to people's emotions. This mechanism was to know whether the being in front of you had ill intentions. This way, the unicorns could protect themselves. Hopeful. Giving up has never been an option. Ftoon would rather die trying than give up. At least then, she died for a cause. Which doesn't mean she would throw her life for anyone. It's the only thing she values more than anyone. Protecting her life is her top property; thus, she will never go into a battle without planning it out. Playful. Ftoon seems very kind because the aura around seems so heartwarming to the point where you almost let your guard down. Snitch. Watch what you say when you're around this young lady. She will not only rat you out also expect to be blackmailed — sugar rush. Ftoon herself is exceptionally gullible when it comes to cake. It seems she loses all common sense when it comes to her belly.

Backstory| Ftoon was born into the pack. Her great grandmother was a leader of a small group of unicorns who were on the run. The last of her kind ran to heaven, which they misrepresented to be this pack. Growing up within the pack, Ftoon knows no other home. Over the generations, the unicorns left the pack. It was uncertain to where they ran off to, but they called it their home. Ftoon's parents had urged her to come with them, but she had decided to stay. This wasn't a concern knowing the pack has kept them safe for so many generations. It wouldn't be any different. At first, it was quite lonely. Ftoon had hidden within the pack among her friends and family. The pack being her home was right, but everyone had their troubles. Their aura only brought her down. As a young child, she spent her time near the healers of the pack. Unicorns used their horn for many things, one of them being healing. Ftoon spent years bouncing around the pack doing multiple jobs. One of them being helping out newcomers find their place — your local tour guide.

 

[Beleth]

Name: Elizanbeth Kelpweed
Age: unknown, appears much younger than his age
Gender: Male
Pack Rank: Beta
Species: Deep One Merfolk
Mate (If applies): Open
Appearance (description and/or art): Soft brown hair with caramelized eyes that glow with emotions. Human in form unless exposed to water. When exposed to water his tail forms into one that resembles a clown fish. Due to adaptation and experimentation, his tail illuminates when exposed to immense pressures.
Personality: Anxious, maybe even neurotic. Elizanbeth is keen on having things his way in the fields of science and may even be persistent and even deceptive. When not facing a laboratory scenario with him, he is kind hearted and looks out for others he'd consider quickly to be his friends.
Backstory (include how they joined the pack):
Simply put. Elizanbeth was born to a loving mom and dad, both the same merspecies as his own. They encouraged all of his endeavors and took good care of him overall.
From a young age the clownfish mermale was intrigued by the possibilities of science and would indulge himself in petty experimentations that would later lead him to the path of medical school.
Unfortunately, medical school was the one thing his parents couldn't support him on.
In the water world, a person's fish origin usually dictated what they could or could not become. For instance, shark-people were expected to go into finances, rainbow fish folk were to become teachers… anand clown fish? Entertainers.
Though his parents insisted he became a comedian or an actor like his uncle jolphin and cousin ventra, Elizanbeth simply couldn't be persuaded.
Soon enough word got around of a scientist looking for an assistant. While it wasn't a straight ticket to doctor-hood, it was most certainly experience in the science realm. He couldn't pass that up, could he? The only catch was was that the opportunity was located in the Deep Sea- a realm fit for only the greatest misfits, crooks and criminals.
Fast forward to the young clownfish defying his parents' wishes and especially moving to the deep sea, Elizanbeth began learning at lightning pace, indulging in his scientific curiosities while adjusting to a life far less glamorous and safe of his own. Additionally, the scientist to-be began developing a Machiavelli mentality where he would begin going out and exploring the seas to satisfy his ever-growing interests.
Feeling restricted to just the ocean, Elizanbeth sought to land where he e eventually came across the pack of misfits. At first, he tried to appeal to them, pretending to be interested for the sole sake of experimentations. But as time went on, he began to develop a bond with those who too seemed to be different than the rest.
whether he abandoned his initial intention or not remains unclear.

 

[xmistlysarax]

Name: Kythaela Elaynalei (called Aela for short)
Age: 200+
Gender: Female
Pack Rank: Beta Female
Species: Elf/Gorgon
Mate (If applies): N/A
Appearance (description and/or art):
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Personality: Is feisty and impatient, however when she feels a connection with someone, she gives them her all and would never betray or harm them in any way. She is a bubbly person once you get to know her, however she is quite standoffish at first. Since she is a fierce warrior that hasn't fit in with either the Gorgon race or the elf race, she has been forced to build a wall around herself to protect against heartbreak and sadness. She is very old and sometimes this is revealed when she speaks, however she generally acts just how she looks, lower 20s. Since gorgons and elves age must slower than other races, she may live until she's 1,000, or even older, which is against her wishes. She would like to die and live a normal life span to avoid seeing friends and people she knows die in the mean time, having seen enough of this thus far has caused her to be somewhat cold.
Backstory (include how they joined the pack): She was wandering alone, desperate and sad after losing much of her friends and family in the war between the Gorgons and Elves, her mother and father fighting against one another. Having lost her egg-mates over time and having nowhere to call home, the pack found her and took her in. She had been carrying her trusty spear but little else since she was impoverished after fighting long and hard in the war.
Theme Song (not required, but I enjoy it):