Nuclear's Biography

The fae's personality is a bit complex for an average mind to notice, for it is fairly readable whenever she speaks. She is to a majority quiet, and keeps to herself - thriving to whatever else she has to learn of herself within the time of her stay with the band of crooks to the present. She is now searching where she belongs, identifying herself in other terms.  Nuclear is a listener, if not an observer at most times. Instead of putting up a strong fight, she is more to be the one on the sidelines studying one's tactics so that she has a better feel of whom she could potentially face in the future and what weaknesses or strengths she could be dealing with for her own benefit.

Nuclear's family is no longer part of her anymore. Her mother and father had met not by fate, but by accident, and it led to the spring of her birthing three. According to her history, it says of how her father was a small portion of her life, and it wasn't long after being freed from the den that her mother was hidden back for the pack's personal use. As for her siblings, they had all died. The band of rogues that raised her are of now dead, as Nuclear had killed the female leader, and the crooks had perished beneath the twisted powers of disease.

A large obsidian male circled the female before him, standing at her straightest, perfection at its finest, golden eyes of great beauty gazing wondrously into his own cold green ones. From the tip of her tail to the end of her nose, she was the definition of beautiful, coated in a pelt of thick white and softer greys, whereas he was as black as his soul. The black brute’s snake-like tongue slid from his maw to lick over his long-stained canines, curling his lip in a menacing smile as he praised her every being. Her hips practically begged his attention, radiated by her heat that season, desperately fuming into his nose and telling him to come closer. She was beautiful, but a fool as well, for she cared for him, however, she was a tool, an easy win to his side as it was only a way for him to pass on his seed and move along. Tracing his eyes over her lean angelic frame and legs naturally carved in lean muscles due to the strength and agility she possessed. Under the moonlight’s glow, he neared her and pinned her down beneath her will, hearing her weeps as he forced himself upon her that forsaken night. When he was finished, he shoved her into towards the rest, where she was soon taken into the force of birthing young. As her first litter was presented as only three, they grew strong and healthy, one over-taking the rest as the most interestingly colored of the group. They had no names, for the mother never had the chance since she was pushed back into hiding soon after her pups left the den. It was the last time they ever saw her. Soon after they were big enough to carry on in the works of an apprentice, the pack threatened all of the litters produced that season into a group and barked at them to fight, testing them for survival in what they had learned naturally by instinct so far. As the tore at each other’s necks and limbs, the ashen black pup of the one litter tackled another, exiling themselves on their owns by fighting off at each other’s throats. Being led to a cliff, their footing became harder to find, and it turned a bit slippery for them to stand. Finding no advantage for the ebony one, she slid backwards, pushed off the side by the pup’s strength and skidded down the steep slope to fall onto a ledge. Thinking that the pup was victorious, it did not last long, only to be found by the brute and taken into his grasp to kill him instantly. The ashen black pup lay unconscious for a while later, it came late afternoon when she finally rose to her small legs and eventually found the effort to climb down for the hope of finding shelter for the night.

That night, she slept peacefully for a few hours, only to be awaken to howls and menacing growls from every which way direction surrounding her nearby. Fortunately for her, she found an abandoned badger set to rest within, though it was not a lot of protection to hide herself. She heard the leaders voice call over the rest, “There’s a pup somewhere. Find her, that’s an order!.” The rush of thunder pounding large paws filled the air, sniffing the ground and growling in laughter till the leader herself came upon the set. She was young, older than her though, and thin from what she could see. Her ribs could be easily seen through her ivory pelt, scarred by who knows what across her small frame. A cackle from her maw caused the others to raise their heads and near her side, smirking down into the set at the mere pup before them. Nuclear eyed them with silence, not afraid of them at all as she sat there and bled from the bite wound to her shoulder. When she walked out, the leader stopped her and pinned her down with one paw, leaning over to glare into her soul. She gasped and whined to be freed, though it was no use. Growling, she bit into her ankle, barely enough, but making her back off somewhat. The goons at her sides snarled threateningly and she stopped in her tracks. The leader watched her for a tad moment and then looked to the others with a fascinated expression, leaning back down at a safe distance from the female pup’s face, “Ya got guts, kid. Next time I wouldn’t be too heroic of ya’ though, could get ya’ into lots of trouble.” She laughed bitterly, chorused by the rest next to her. When they were finished, she nodded her head in approval, a curious brow taking on her small features as she gazed upon the pup, “What’s your name, kid? I'm Sutton.” Thinking on the question, she stayed silent, finally raising his head back up to meet her cold silver stare, “Nuclear.”

For years, Nuclear lived the life of a crook, a rogue and thief, the fae was taught how to steal and perform what all was needed to survive by the likes of the three loners, working up to become a devilishly beautiful female. Her uses were taken advantage of with her size, put into the position of providing food during the harsh weathers while the band of rogues together terrorized every passing pack they could find. Nuclear had watched them for years do cruel things to the innocent like her mother, for she never forgave them for what they did, and as she grew to her strongest, her revenge on them would be bloody. Sutton, her leader, favored the female from the start, taking credit of the fae's abilities as she truly did nothing besides take her under her wing instead of killing her at her most vulnerable state. They manipulated her mind to believe that killing wolves was natural, that the things they did were necessary to see who deserved to die and live. Those who proved themselves worthy, lived, but it was a rare case when Sutton would let them free. Most were killed,a majority by her herself. She took no sympathy over them, hidden by a mask of nothingness. Her leader praised her strengths and made snide remarks to the brutes who envied the younger wolf.

During the winter, a virus had spread into one of the rogue males when he had been bitten by a wolf they tried to isolate from the pack, spreading it amongst the others of the small band of rogues. Nuclear and Sutton were left to live and ran as fast as they could from the others, letting them slowly die a painful death on their own. They soon sheltered in an abandoned cave, keeping herself at a distance as she still eyed her like the evil fae she was, resting until morn where they would move onto their next victims wherever it may be. As a year passed on, they bickered repetitively and fought to the point of exhaustion until the ivory fae had had enough one day. When she tried to attack Nuclear in the mists of night, she woke up in a startled snarl and barked at her threateningly. Finding it was funny, it reminded her of the time she laughed at her small growl from when she was but a mere pup, the night she was found. Her blood boiled beneath her glossy ashen ebony coat, bunching her slim shoulders in a dominant stance as she bared his teeth, slithering a tongue to lick the front of her teeth. As Sutton readied herself the same to charge, she moved faster and pinned her down, tearing at her flesh the best she could until she got her off after so long. Circling her body, Nuclear heard voices in her head that told her to kill the leader, the senses of a killer taking over as the bloodlust feeling bit into her sides. Attacking, her took her jaws around her neck, hearing her cries for help and the snap her neck to fill the air around them, life escaping her altogether. When everything went silent, her soft paws stepped over the body, keeping it under her as she lifted her patterned black and white muzzle to the sky, singing out a long howl throughout the land and the heavens for all to hear.

wow. You really went over the top with that biography! I love it(: Welcome to the pack, Nuclear!

Fae, according to other wolf rpg sites, is a word for a female wolf, much like she-wolf, in a way.
And 'brute' would be masculine, a word to replace a male wolf.
^_^ Thanks for accepting me, I can't wait!

Thanks, dear. I'll be sure to do that.
And don't be shy, there's nothing to worry about with me. ^_^

Haha, alright.
Thanks so much!