name: Arche
why do you want to be the queen/king?: (The character, right?)
Arche joined Retronym for the sole purpose of becoming Queen. She and Braize, a passionate Retronym wolf, would be the alphas of the pack, and while Braize would lead Retronym in total domination of the other packs, Arche would at last get the control and solitude she had longed for since puphood. No one would be able to tell her what to do, or when to do it.
When Braize was killed, Arche's convictions only strengthened - she was doing it for Braize now, too, which meant she would have to shoulder the responsibility of being a true leader. Though her character does not lend itself to leadership, she has fair judgment and a ruthless attitude towards punishment. Her goal as Queen would be to make Braize's dream a reality - total domination of Colcannon and Nepenthes.
She also has a slightly more personal agenda for becoming Queen. Zapz, a wolf that was closely involved in Braize's death, was never brought to justice. She went as far, even, as to desecrate his remains afterwords. Arche has hosted a long-brewing, livid and towering hatred for the fae ever since. If she were Queen, her first act would be to punish Zapz for her past crimes.
would you want to change the ranks and descriptions?: Possibly. It may or may not be in the best interest of a pack so wild and violent as Nepenthes to have such a structured and diverse hierarchy. If Arche were Queen, I might blur the lines a bit? I'm not too sure - it would definitely need a lot more thought put into it.
I would add though, since it is Retronym, rules/general guidelines to how internal conflicts were to be treated. The Alpha must not take sides unless fight endangers the pack or the life of a valued member; resulting transgressions to be immediately judged by the King/Queen or, if unavailable, the Prince/Princess. Things along those lines - just so the pack can stay whole without completely repressing the violent nature of its members.
personality: Arche is very introverted. She lacks some social skill but has a great understanding of others - how they interact and how they think.
She loves having the last word - if she doesn't win an argument, she can't focus on anything else. If she is Queen, she knows that no one will question her.
She hosts a darker, much less passive side. When her anger reaches its peak, she would not hesitate to kill. Her judgement is clouded and contorted by her anger, and she listens to no one.
She knows little about strategy, but she has some natural instincts to the arts of war. She would have to depend on another high-ranking wolf for most of the attack-defense related problems.
(Posted from Bio:)
Very detached; solitary. Likes to be in charge, but hates being in the spotlight. Usually has very clear judgement, but is often prone to dark moods. Prefers the Retronym pack to any other because she doesn't have to set up pretenses of caring for others or being the good guy - so long as she has the growls to get her some privacy, she can be content. Or, at least, calm.
sample rp: (This is a recreation of an incident that happened in a past roleplay...I know I'm remembering some things wrong, but, heh, it doesn't make any difference here. Sorry it's so long! I couldn't bring myself to edit it.)
Ari's eyes were flashing - pain, fear, desperation. She could see everything that was happening, as if it were coming at her from all sides.
The pack was in a panic. Hot, bright fire crackled up into the trees, blackening fur and wood. Karosso was lying somewhere behind. Dying. The thought caught her heart, weighed her down, as if it would be better to run into the flames and die. But no - it would not be so easy. Fire had no deathly effect on her - Arioco, the fire wolf!
"To the river!" she howled desperately, as loudly as she could. "To the river! Quickly!"
Water stopped fire. So if they crossed the river, they would be safe. Hopefully.
She took a running leap into the sky, watching anxiously as what she could see of her pack followed. She motioned them south. "The river!" she barked harshly at the ones who turned back to her. "The river!"
She stayed, her eyes flickering wildly over the smoke. Where was Cresentfur? It was agony to think of the little pup, with his little twisted paw, somewhere out there in the blaze. Her pup. Clover had made it - she had seen him leave. But he was in bad shape as well. His normal cough, distressing even without extra problems, was flaring wildly. She howled, terrified, to the smoky clouds, "I don't want to lose a pup today!" Be it hers or her grandpups, she would not let it happen.
Her heart screamed for Karosso -
he can't be dead. He can't be dying, she thought to herself.
There.
Two shapes -
two! - floating through the smog - one a small, lopsided thing with massive wings, the other...
He was barely holding on. But Karosso - her Karosso - was not dead yet. The brave little brute must have searched for him forever, not even knowing if he would find his father, his Alpha, alive.
The thought burned the desperation inside of her; turned it into pure power. As the forms grew small again, heading straight for safety, Ari knew what she had to do to give them time. Her eyes took on a reddish hue, mixing with the blue into a sort of glowing purple. Her wings beat more rapidly, the flame-shaped scar on her forehead tingled. Then she was on fire.
Her fire was not like the forest fire. It blasted at the foreign flame, held it where it was in a roiling inferno of heat, incinerated the forest directly below. But it drew the fire back, like an injured animal. She let her anger fuel the fight. This terrible fire, that had so destroyed her terra, was on its way to destroying her pack as well. She
would not let that happen.
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The sight she found across the river was bittersweet. She could see all of them, huddled around together, shaking the soot off their fur and coughing, and looking at the charred remains of Moonlight Forest and falling close to tears.
She landed roughly, her strength low. Her eyes locked on the deep grey form lying listless on the ground; the tiny, tiny shivering of breath. He was alive. But...
Cresentfur and Clover were hovering around him, at what was left of their father. Ari had to turn her head. They should not have to see him like this. Breeze was going from wolf to wolf, doing what she could to help those who had burns and coughs. A tear dropped from Ari's eyes. Would Breeze have to treat her own father?
She could not think of such things now. She had a pack to lead. Her wolves, so many of them loners, so many of them lost until they had found the Moonlight pack, needed her. Her pups, her adopted daughter Zel, and what remained of her grandpups - they all needed her. She had to be strong for them. She had to be the constant - the one thing in the whole slew of bad that remained the same. Karosso...She might not have Karosso for much longer. She had to lead her wolves out of the sadness. She had to do it - for them.
(As for me, I do have experience in playing a leading character in a roleplay, and in making decisions about what should be done for the pack/roleplay to keep it strong. This ain't my first shebang
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