Profile of Monarch

A rich ebony cloak, draping across his shoulders before melting into his sides, his legs, his tail. The shadows curl over his head, cresting atop his ears, before flowing down his muzzle, past his eyes, and then dissolving entirely. At these borders on his muzzle, chest, belly, legs, the black mixes with alabaster to form soft grey boundaries, before becoming the white dousing the rest of his body. This paleness races down his legs to his paws and up along his throat and clings to his muzzle. The details are more complex on his face, where white is found above his brows and in the soft interior of his ears, also trailing line along his nose right into the black. And the face is where a uniqueness lies: soft smudges of sandy russet lining the tops and bottoms of his eyes, a startling contrast to the rest of his monochrome. And nestled betwixt these sandy tones is the cloudless cobalt of his eyes, the color a gift from his mother.

He is a large creature, larger than even his father. He does not like sulking, and always attempts to carry himself accordingly, with shoulders back and his head high, his every motion filled with purpose. His face is often a mask that remains unreadable, his emotions just as quick and darting as his movements, and often disappearing under a glower. A deep voice that spares no flattery dances from his mouth, though sometimes a softness can cut away at its rough edges. Handsome isn’t what one would use to describe him, but the angles and planes on his face often given others pause.

Though he is tough to gain as a friend, once you have Monarch on your side, he is infallibly loyal. He will listen, trust and defend to the best of his abilities, making him someone to rely on. However he can also be loyal to a fault, leading to tunnel-vision that causes him to brush off warning signs and unsavory behaviour. Monarch does nothing in halves, and he is very intuitive to his own feelings and opinions. Rarely does he have moments of doubt in his decisions and actions, though it is possible for others to sneak beneath his securities and surprise him in ways that make him uncertain. This makes him a bit inherently distrustful and skeptical of new wolves, wanting to learn about them before he gives his loyalty.

One would not guess it from a first impression, but a fury lies quiet, hidden beneath, and it can come from nowhere. The heat of it can make him decide on an action before he thinks, the flare of fury pushing his body forward in seconds. Triggers can be seemingly random, but his possessiveness over certain wolves are what make his behavior irrational as he seeks to protect them or his place in their lives. He also experiences bouts of pessimism, bringing him down into a mood that few can shake him from. Monarch’s thoughts can slide into negativity when he thinks too long about his past and the apparent hopelessness of his future. He will continually ruminate over the whys and hows and become unable to see anything favorable, giving a bitterness to his tone.

Monarch was born alone to his mother, knowing nothing of his father and having no other siblings. Though he had Lye, and later the new half-siblings she made with another, the absence of his own father had a huge impact on his youth, leaving him feeling like he was missing something and distrustful of others, wondering if they would stay if his father wouldn't.

Lye moved them to Rionnach and Monarch is trying to find his own way. He's playing on the outskirts of danger, bartending at the tavern, turning a blind eye to the unsavoury sorts he sees and gaining friends in low places. He's not sure where he wants to affiliate but will see who can gain his trust.