"ɪғ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ, ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ."

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ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖|
Ronnie Freya Deliora

𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤|
✧ Red - A fun little nickname she earned and was mostly called as a kid
✧ Bloody Red - Given to her by those that fear her carnivorous nature
✧ Deliora - A more formal term of her status as second in command

𝔸𝕘𝕖|
Twenty-Three

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣|
Cis Female

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤|
She/her

𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟|
Pansexual

ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜|
Second in Command

ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪|
Tribe of the Bared Fangs

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟|
Ronnie's family had dated back to South Exia for thousands of years, only leaving for North Exia a few years before the volcano erupting..

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖|
Morgan Crabtree
Aka Soularouge

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𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟|
HUMAN
Ronnie stands out in a crowd of people due to her height, at five foot ten. She often stood eye level with many of the men in her pack. Fiery orange locks of hair flowed down her back, the long thick curls stopped just above her waist. Her eyes a dark emerald, hanging from her nose was a golden ring and two smaller golden rings dangled from her ears, with only one piercing through her cartilage. Her skin a golden pale, covered in millions of freckles from her cheekbones down her arms. Some freckles covered, hidden beneath the markings of her tribe, spreading over many different parts of her body most covering her muscular back. A testament of her training was her muscles, toned and visible without flexing. Naturally she had an athletic build but add on the extra training she continuously did and she was a strong beast in her human form.
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WOLF
Weighing in at a hundred and fifty five pounds Ronnie is just as big in wolf stature as human. Her fur mostly a vibrant orange with small patches of white spread along the muzzle of her face fading into black fur surrounding her black nose. Her dark emerald eyes having more of a glow to them when in wolf form.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪|
Ronnie has been known to come off as an ice queen, a stern look nearly always occupying her face. Rough around the edges to others outside her inner circle. Her cold exterior is a defense mechanism that has been built up over the years not at all her true nature. While not nearly as cold with everyone in her pack there are some she doesn't show as soft sides to as in all societies she doesn't like everyone in her pack. That doesn't mean she doesn't respect them though, shes a woman of class funnily enough. She believes respect is earned not handed out, even to those she personally wouldn't spend her free time with. Her loyalty is one that once earned she gives her whole heart, body, and soul. She won't flake and runaway leaving the others high and dry she will lay her life on the line in any way to protect those that have her loyalty. Sometimes giving your every being can be one's downfall as she takes everything to heart even if she doesn't show it behind her cold mask. Quick to upset she turns that sadness into a form of anger, more often than not getting far to intense warning her the title blood red. She could look you in the eye and end your life with a grin of accomplishment. She gives into the anger allowing it to consume her after long times. With lots of training she figured out ways to bottle up the little things till the time was right but if any major events hurt her she might just break down in that moment. Her rage is a ticking time bomb, when she blows up she takes everyone with her. Truthfully though if she were to do that as an adult the embarrassment and shame she would feel would be punishment enough. It's odd to think such an emotional woman would make it so high in her ranks but she worked her way to the top clawing her way up with her own blood. Maybe an extension of her loyalty but her drive are to be the best she can be, so no one can ever hurt her or make her feel small. But the her that she is when alone with herself or a handful of people she is a completely different person. Soft to the core, even in the way she speaks, turning off the cold pack right hand that is all serious and no fun. She is giggly and bubbly in ways that come off as though she is a different wolf. She just relaxes outside of everyone stares and expectations, a side she both wishes w could be seen but also fears is her biggest weakness in the things about herself.

𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕|
Naomi Deliora was a highly respected hunter amongst South Exia, while her mate Dakota has always been aggressive with the rest of their pack. An odd couple, but they were happy with each other building a family together. They already had a four year old son named Caspian and were expecting another son on the way. On a hot summers day Naomis water had broke and it was time for her new pup to arrive. She had been in labor for hours before finally giving birth to a healthy baby girl. With a full head of small curly red hair the new baby had let out small cries. Naomi was over come with love as she noticed the child had her hair and her mates eyes. Though it was still a shock anticipating another son, she even already had the babies name picked, Ronnie. She pondered on thinking of a new name for the girl but felt Ronnie was still a perfect match. A handful the girl quickly became, fussy as a baby she cried and whinned at nearly every occurrence. Her terrible tot years weren't much better with her constantly dirty and smelling like she had rolled in something unsavory. A true trouble maker in the making, that became even more clear when at only six years old she had been hauled back to her parents by another wolf along side her older brother. Stained in a mixture of her own blood and others the young girl stood with a guilty look on her face Naomi wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with her wild daughter. It was nearly a constant routine at this point of Ronnie following Caspian and the wolves his age just to not like something and to physically lash out. Scolded time after time she started to bloody people less and less with the fights still happening. Werewolf children not fully grasping their inner wolves and going a little to far. Naomi wasn't just mentally drained from the drama that persist, but her body was growing weaker since the day she gave birth to Ronnie. No longer able to hunt she had become a wolf that doesn't venture outside the pack often anymore crushing her spirit each and everyday. After months of not being sure what was causing her such pain and exhaustion she was gone just as quickly as she was there. The family fractured deeply within the pack, Ronnie's fighting that once was getting under control grew chaotic. Dakota had been pulling further from the pack snapping at everyone that wasn't his children leaving him in the same boat as a high ranked beta in their pack had a personal gripe with him. While Harrison seemed to become quite with time.
It was time to say goodbye to South Exia and rather quickly. Ronnie groggy as she was awoken by her frantic father shaking her gently. She didn't understand what was happening, everything was like a blur. Howls filled the air perking up the hairs on the back of Ronnie's ears. "Both of you stay together, stay close to me, do everything I say, for it?" He asked both kids staring eleven year old Caspian in the eyes, a stern look on his face then to seven year old Ronnie who nodded her head slowly. "Good, now let's go." He shifted into a giant black wolf, his emerald eyes glowing in the night. The pups followed close behind as the sound of others approaching ran through the pack territory. Ronnie's little heart pounding against her chests as she followed behind her father. She never noticed how fast the adults were, she felt like she was falling behind after only a few minutes of running. She didn't understand why any of this was happening, but her father knew if they were caught a life for a life. As earlier that night he had murdered the high ranked beta after word of his daughter needing a new father figure to whip her into shape came about. Hours passed and it seemed like the wolves had stopped following, but that was far from the truth. Taking a small break Dakota let his children rest as he planned to find somewhere to set up away from other packs and raise them on his lone self. This break would be the last time Ronnie saw her father, a deep growl came from behind them a wolf of pure white pouncing on Ronnie's father locking its jaw down on his back leg "RUN!" He howled at his children. Ronnie frozen in time watching the white wolfs muzzle be coved in her father's blood. Only snapping back once her brother nudged her to follow him. He took of with her following behind, the lay images of her fighting with another both baring their fangs and covering each other in the others blood.
Going as swiftly as her feet took her she found it much easier to keep up with her brother the two going for days sacred, hungry, lost. Approaching a river the water picking up pulling anything in its wave deep into the current. There was no way to swim across without getting pull under. They walked the river bank trying to find a way across. The two pups stomachs growling as all they had eaten was small animal they shared and bugs to sustain substance. A small dead tree fallen at some point in the past leaving a bridge to cross the river. Caspian was ecstatic as he knew they could easily cross, he slolwy walked across his feet gently placing weight with each step. Ronnie waited on the other side to make sure it was safe per Caspian's command. She knew if he could do it she definitely could. So when she saw him across and celebrating she has to prove to him she was grown. She started across her steps mirroring his the entire way. For the first time in the past couple days she was happy taking one last step before climbing off the fallen tree bridge a crack rang out from beneath her as she stepped directly on a brittle spot of the dead tree. Her eyes widened watching her brother as she fell into the water. Being pulled by the tide she cried out floating down the River the rapids taking her in and out of the water. At the edge her brother ran trying to get her attention, diving in after her in his human form. The water started to surround her, her head bobbing in and out of the water, gasps of air shifting from wolf to human within the water trying to swim only to be pulled under. Air was lost, sight blurry, her skin getting cold as everything around her went black. All they had was each other anymore and like that the two were separated and alone.
Was this death she thought was this the thing that claimed both her parents? Did it claim her brother? These thoughts flees her mind even though everything was black. Touch...something was touching her but she couldn't move it was like she was trapped under a spell. Her eyes fought to open the sun shined directly into them she saw what she touch was her father carrying her. "Papa" she mumbled just to allow the darkness to consume her once again. When waking for good she found herself in a soft bed covered in bandages and wrapped in warm cloth. She had no knowledge of where she was but things smelled new. A man had carried her back to his tribe where they tested her over night. He tells her about his tribe and his family the Tergia's. But she listens to none of it not speaking to anyone, not crying, not trusting anything around her. She knows she weak so she can't escape yet but once she gets strong enough she would. A week passed and her wounds healed for the most part enough to where she could care for them on her own. She started to sneak and steal food from the tribe stocking up for her journey. But by the hand that saved her was the hand she got caught by. He wouldn't stop her from leaving but reassured her that since she was so young she would be welcome to stay. Her mother, her father, her brother gone. She had lost everything maybe this was a place she could get back on her feet at and continue on her own like her father planned.
It took many months of adjusting, to start she was consistently picking fights with children, teens, even some adults. She was put in place when threatened by the Chieftain Cravis he wasn't to found of the trouble Ronnie seemed to stir up. But ultimately she did submit to his demands, in this distain for Cravis's threat she gained an ally in the form of his younger sister. A girl two years younger than Ronnie herself she trusted her more than she did any others in the tribe. Very often she'd bounce around places to stay people helping to care for the orphan girl equally. Her primary place of residency being the Tergia's, how fitting it was that she nearly looked like she had belonged with the other redheads of their family. Ronnie grew stronger, more agile, and far more deadly with years. She even accumulated a spot helping run the trade, she felt deeply honored that the girl she befriended out of needing an ally turned to be one of the people she would do anything for, a best friend, but truly a sister. She vowed to protect her and their tribe at all coasts even if it be her own life.

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𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤|
✧ Hunting
✧ Combat Training
✧ Dancing
✧ Physically forms of affection
✧ Traveling
✧ Being Barefoot
✧ Sharpening her nails

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤|
✧ Swimming
✧ Worms
✧ Reading
✧ Brushing her hair
✧ Clothes
✧ Shoes

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘|
I Miss the Misery by Halestorm

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𝔸𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔|

𝔸𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟|
Ronnie has no knowledge of this but her older brother Caspian did survive the river as well but was taken in by another pack within North Exia. But she has spent many years thinking he was dead with the rest of her family.
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Ronnie had intended to mate with a woman she had feelings for, the two were often hooking up for months and had planned to mate...however Ronnie was betrayed and the woman ended up mating with another. Ronnie was heartbroken but would never openly admit it.

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