➮ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʟᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴄ⋆ 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⋆
Described as a young and reckless boy, he's known for getting into trouble he likely can't get out of. Enver is of the numeral age of nineteen and is close to gaining a title in the clan. Enver is the youngest of three. He and his two brothers had traveled across the vast land while he was an infant, the three making the last leg of the journey themselves after their mother was hunted and slaughtered. He has no memory of his mother, but he cares deeply for his older siblings. His name as his brothers say was given to him when they passed an old sign, letters of it were corroded and scratched away. they said they could make out the name of Denver, but shortened it to Enver.
ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ
Enver stands approximately at 6'1/2, he is quite tall for his age. He has a lean frame, his muscle mainly in his upper body. His skin is of the limestone tone. Enver has lapis eyes that pale to blue star in the winter. His hair is dark brown with hints of light brown highlights, he normally keeps his hair short on the sides and long on top, but short enough so the small clan children can't tug on it or braid it. Although sometimes before he cuts it, he'll let them do a tight single braid on his head. As for facial hair. He can't grow any, as hard as he tries it just won't happen.
ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
The beast he harnesses is of a brown color, his underbelly and lighter brown and hints of white. The face is masked with a brown or even black mark across its muzzle and eyes. His eyes are of burnt citrin orange. Those eyes can be shown in his human form during intense emotions.
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⋆ 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐧 ⋆
Described as a respectful yet lighthearted and playful warrior, Vern is the protector of his family. He is the age of twenty-three and is quickly advancing in ranks. Vern was the age of four when his younger brother was born, he has been protecting him since that day and refuses to stop, much to Enver's dismay. Vern has very little memory of his mother, a glimpse such as her voice and face, sometimes even a song she once hummed. He remembers asking his brother about their father, which he was left unanswered. He doesn't linger on it long, who needs to when he has his brothers. Vern was given his name the day he was born, he was brought into the world in a rune of an old house. there was an old plack that read Vernon, buried in the dirt. Therefore his mother named him Vern.
ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ
Vern stands at 6'2, only slightly taller than Enver. He has a very proportionate masculine build, not too thin and not too thick, his body is good for an array of fighting tactics. Vern has ivory skin, making him the palest of the three. His eyes are dark serene blue or a dark forest if the light is right. Vern has light ash brown hair with blonde highlights, kept at a length to his shoulders. His signature style is one large braid with small ones weaved down the back of his head, he keeps it like that until it comes undone. Vern had very little facial hair, a thin beard that frames his jaw, and a small mustache that rests on his top lip.
ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Vern's beast of a sandy brown color, with a blonde stripe down its back. he has a darker brown mask on his face much like Enver. His eyes are liquid gold, he's quite proud of the color and sometimes walks around with them glowing proudly.
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⋆ 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 ⋆
Described as a quiet and caring man, he is one of many clan healers. Arlin is the age of twenty-nine, making him seven years older than Vern. He was around when both of their parents walked the earth but refuses to speak of either in depth. He is reserved around strangers or anyone outside of his family unit. Arlin stays away from violence due to what he's witnessed in the past, so he turns himself to mending the wounded. However, there was one moment when he left a man with a nasty scare for attempting to harm his siblings. Everyone knows he's the biggest mamma bear that would kill anyone who lays a hand on his brothers. Arlin was named after a rune of a clan, a place that once housed mighty people that was destroyed by nature. father was the one to choose his name, after another sign that read Arlington. As he grew he noticed his parents weren't original with names. Or, his mother wanted to make a tradition. He will never know.
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