Archer

[Ina]

Hallowed be thy name

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Name: Archer
Alias: -
DOB: March 2
Sex Male
Age: 4
Species: Wolf
Breed: Gray

[Ina]

Wearing thy heart upon thine sleeve

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Mother: Comatose
Father Greydeath
Siblings: Bowen[m], Blackrage[m], Blackmoon[f]
Friends: Mortil
Best Friend: -
Enemies: -
Crush: -
Mate: Nightblood
Children: -
Alphas: -

Comatose: Farewell, my beloved mother. I loved you and you raised me well. You did the best you could despite the situations around us. I hope that you understand why I left Arnlan, that I did so because I was unfit for the likes of those I had come to love. Forgiveness is something I cannot ask of the dead, but I wish I could.

Greydeath: I once hated you, despised you for existing and for giving me life, for letting my existence become as rotten as it did. I hated everything about you. I hated you so strongly I let revenge become my power and through this, I allowed the worst to happen. I betrayed those I cared about and I almost killed my mate thanks to what I become because of you. I've forgiven, but not forgotten.

Bowen: My full blooded brother. You possessed a gift- kindness. It was something that I never could understand. You loved openly and completely. You trusted and gave yourself over to the alphas when they learned of this "treason". You died because you loved, and that's something I could never do.

Blackrage: Half-brother, why is it that I am so much more like you and your side of the family? We were raised in different situations and with different ideals, yet in the end, I ended up just like you. I was full of rage and pretty screwed up, just like you. Perhaps it's better this way. I remember that night when you acted upon your sickness fantasies. Don't touch me.

Blackmoon: Identical twin to Blackrage. You mirrored him and followed him. You even slept with him and as depraved an act that was, you took pleasure in it. It's sickening and I hate to admit the fact, but we're related. You died along side your twin. I guess that's suiting.

Mortil: Like a brother to me. I miss you. You were my first friend and I hope to see you again soon. You haven't forgotten me, have you?

Nighblood: What can I say about you? You were a ball of contradictions. You were built like a tank and just as rough. I was a young male who fell in love with someone who was equally unstable. I only wished that I'd the courage to tell you the truth about my feelings, tell you that I never meant to hurt you. You're dead and now, I don't get that chance.

[Ina]

You will be my undoing

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Build: Lanky; tall, strong legs and shoulders
Weight: 3'4"
Height: 112
Fur Colors: Black
Main Color: Black
Markings: Black
Eye Color: Green
Other: A little bit of bangs
Pictures: Too come..

[Ina]

Place thy hands upon thy heart

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Archer has changed a lot from his younger days in Arnlan. He retains his intelligence and his affinity for tactics, yet his temper has become far less explosive than it was. He's sweeter and gentler and has learned that it's not a bad thing to let your emotions show sometimes. During his time alone, he managed to come to terms with his two halves. He's put to rest the blood lust that used to claim his every moment and as accepted that. Archer's entire mental state as been altered as well. He's stable and calm, rational, too. He spends a great deal of time in silence, simply enjoying himself and thinking. Furthermore, his hobbies and interests have changed. He no longer values the fight over his friends and family. He's lost a lot of his muscle tone due to both not using it and aging, and so, he no longer possesses the fighting prowess he once had.

In the place of a tortured soul is now a gentleman with a heart made of gold. However, he does still has his moments when he can be rather harsh on himself. He also knows that he has done things, horrible things, that he has to atone for eventually and it is this that has given him substance. Archer has evolved, so to speak. The quick grace and subtle movements of youth have mostly faded from him, but what remains is the quick wit and a new found talent of the earth. He's an expert botanist. He heals others instead of killing. He also relies on them to help with the few scars that litter his body and from time to time ache. In short, Archer has changed.

[Ina]

Beauty never lasts

Archer's turned his back on his past and is learning to come to terms with it. He's accepted the cruelties of his past, well most of them anyway. However, he still remembers how is began to long ago....

The forest was dark and cold, the spring but anew. Snow still pelted the ground, everything painted white. The trees were lacking their leaves and their bare frames stood starkly out against the clouded sky. In a den, hidden well from the sight of peering eyes, a mother wolf glanced down at her brood. Only two males had been born, for the winter was hard and there was little food. She had given birth alone. Her "mate" -whom she'd never known to be loving- had left the den that morning in search of a meal for himself. It was now night and still he had not returned. She wasn't worried, for he often was out late and perhaps he'd taken a mistress. She would'nt mind if he had. After all, she was but a concubine for his pleasures. She knew this and she accepted this. And so, the female took it upon herself to name the young wolves. Archer and Bowen. Fitting names. Weapons, as the pups would no doubt become in time....


Pain. He was aware of only that. The brutal beating had begun some time ago, but he couldn't remember when. How much time had passed? Had he been dragged into the depths of hell? Archer truly believed so as the brutally of the adults did not stop. Their fangs lashed deeper and deeper into him, drawing blood. He clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to cry aloud, knowing they'd only harm him further if he might a sound. And so, he endured this beating, this "training" in silence.


He was turning his back on everything he'd ever known. On every little thing that had ever mattered to him. Despite everything he'd endured at the hands of his abusers, he still found that, in the end, he could feel love. It was a twisted, tainted feeling that coarse hotly through veins and fueled the rage and broken anger within. It made him feel alive, made him complete. It gave him a reason to be and with that came a promise of revenge, of a need for release. And so, he turned his back on the den where he was raised, watching as the blood of his brother and his father seeped out of the hole. He spat in its direction. Let them die in peace, let it be quick, he had told himself as he had slaughtered them. And so, his path of violence began.


"Blackrage" He said, repeating the name. The other wolf only smirked. It was a knowing look he gave Archer, as if he understood every little thing about him, as if he knew that he existed for blood and murdered the innocent. And to make it all worse, they were brothers.


His black form curled tight about hers. He'd found love. He'd shared passion. Yet, there remained a longing in his chest -as well as an unbidden, unfeigned fear- would he push her away? Nightblood slept soundly at his side and he couldn't help but wonder. He was a wild card, a beast of burden who knew not of the guilty pleas of his beloved. He'd made a friend of Mortil, another wolf. Archer smiled grimly. He had no other choice. He would leave them. He couldn't be trusted. He couldn't be loved. He was broken and torn, burned and battered. How could anyone love someone like him? He stood quietly, wordlessly. He walked toward the exit, hearing her whisper his name. He turned back as an afterthought and lowered his head, the necklace she'd given him falling from his neck to land hard on the ground. "I'm sorry. Please understand that this is what I have to do." And with those words, Archer left Arnlan without a goodbye, without a single thought of how he'd destroy her, how he had torn them apart.

[Ina]

Role Plays

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Roleplay's Name; Status; Location


Unforgotten[Taggr]; Finished; Arnlan
Like Ghosts from the Grave; Active Arnlan

[Ina]

I'd listen again for only you.

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theme song TBA