Redenzione -- male

• • REDENZIONE • •

Age: 4
Gender: Male
Breed: Eurasian Wolf x Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Pack: Heaven
Rank: Sentinel

Personality: Redenzione is a mild-mannered gentleman. He can be a charmer, but does not go about looking for conquests. Red is content with being in a pack and does not actively seek power. Despite his passive nature, when duty calls, he's the first to the front line. When another's life is at risk, he'll do whatever it takes to save them. His fatal flaw would be his loyalty. He'd be the last to turn tail and would sacrifice himself for those he cares about. However, he's also tactical. Before charging in, he will attempt to come up with the best plan of action. He works well under pressure, though to any who don't know him, at such times, he'll come off as cold and calculating, not very friendly at all. However, they would be wrong. He's one of the kindest souls one could meet. He's known to be a bit of a sucker when it comes to females and pups, but he doesn't let that get him down. He has a great sense of humor and just generally likes to socialize. Respect and honor are very important to him. One sure-fire way to get him angry is to disrespect him or his loved ones. Despite his now-passive nature, once angry, it's very hard for him to control himself. There's always a remaining hint of bloodlust nagging at him, and always a quiet, melancholic sense of doubt and self-loathing that he tries to hide.
To this day, he is still trying to get rid of what he calls the Guerra Mostro, or 'War Monster' in him.
Likes: Socializing
Defending those around him
Making friends
Dislikes: Disrespectful pricks
Threats (especially empty ones)
Narcissists
Fears: Losing those he cares for
Failing
Losing control
Dreams Of: Having his own family
Finding peace
Absolving his past crimes

Body Type: Red is rather large in height, around thirty-six inches at the shoulder. His past has given him a thick, muscular build, along with a myriad of scars. Most of the scars are located on his neck and face, making him appear more sinister.
Fur Color: Shades of cream, beige, white, silver and black. Two dark lines curve around both eyes
Eye Color: Golden Amber

Family: Sire: Uccisore

Mother: Veleno (deceased)

Sisters: Danza Macabra
Angelo Della Morte
Edera Velenosa (deceased)

Brothers: Campana A Morto (deceased)
Peggiore Della Morte
Colpo Mortale (deceased)

History: Redenzione was born Uccisore II, the successor of his father, Uccisore. His birth pack was a dark one. He, like all of the others, was a vile and malicious creature from his first breath. The pack was strict and cruel, as expected. They, like the surrounding packs and nomads, spoke only Italian. To this day, Red still has an issue with slipping into his native tongue. His siblings and him were taken from their parents and kept with the other pups for training. It was an arduous, militaristic form of training. Many, including two of his siblings, did not survive the torture.

From six weeks to two years old, they were trained. It was drilled into their heads to care only for themselves and to obey their leader. Death in combat was not an option. To die in battle would be to lose, to be dishonored. One must always win. Mercy is not allowed. To show kindness is to be weak. Weakness is not tolerated. Being weak will ensure one a death sentence. Love is a lie. One can not love. One is not good enough. One only mates to reproduce and only the pups with potential are permitted life. Life is a privilege, not a right. One must work for one's life, lest one wishes for it to be taken away. It will be taken away. Threats are never empty. To make a threat is to make a guarantee. Never say what one can not follow through with. One will die. Speak only when spoken to. Watch one's tongue for it can, and will be removed. Speaking is also a privilege that can be taken away. Ailments of any form, be it physical, mental, emotional, etc. are not tolerated. One will be either removed or exterminated depending on the ailment. Only minor ones, such as cuts, bruises, and minor cracks can slip by. They can heal. Insanity is frowned upon. Never let it show, or one will be annihilated. To let such genes carry on is a crime worse than treason. One is nothing, but will be made into something, or one will die. One does not deserve a name until one proves oneself.

Any disobedience is dealt with swiftly, harshly, and physically. When trained, he was often assaulted by older, stronger wolves and abused mentally, bringing his self-esteem down to near null, like all of his companions. A good soldier is a mindless machine. They, like their parents, are meant for nothing but war and combat. They were taught battle tactics and forced to prove their intelligence in faux-battles. If their plan failed, they would get reprimanded harshly, be it being attacked by one or several wolves, then they would be forced to come up with a new tactic until they either succeeded or died trying.

Red came out of the training with excessive scarring and a brain-washed mind, but he was among the finest soldiers to ever grace the pack. Proving himself, he earned the name 'Uccisore II'. In the pack, it is said to be a great honor to carry on the father's name. He's swift on his feet, good with planning, and horrifically strong. He was placed as Lieutenant General, learning beneath the grizzled and war-torn General, Macchina Bellica. He learned much from the bitterer war leader. In a particularly horrific skirmish, Macchina Bellica was killed. It was a jarring dose of reality for Red, to see several wolves gang up on the feared wolf. The General was a legend among all wolves, darks, lights, and rogues alike. There were whispers of his immortality and other such fantastical tales. Red wanted to believe them because, despite the fact that he'd never say it, he looked up to Macchina like a father as his father was never around. He was lower ranked, a foot soldier. Seeing his mentor fall sent him into a frenzy. He slaughtered all in his path, trying to rescue him. It was all for naught. The wolf lay motionless in his blood. Whenever any tried to near the corpse, Red would attack them. They were not worthy enough.

After the battle, Red was named General and Macchina's body was left to the scavengers. Death in battle is a dishonor, not worthy of burial. The alpha was a survivor, a previous general who proved his worth by the a body count he achieved. Macchina was next in line to be alpha. With his death, Red was next in line. His cynical and cruel nature grew by leaps and bounds. The thought of his teacher rotting without honor angered him. Part of him hated his pack for turning their backs on such a great warrior, part of him hated himself for thinking like that, as it was clear that he had lost the battle and did not deserve the honor, while another part of him was pissed that Macchina could not win the fight. It was normal for their tactical training to involve several against one. However, it seemed that the enemy pack knew of such things and sent more than could be defended against to attack the main threat. Red made a silent vow to avenge his friend and mentor. They would pay for underestimating the fury and power of Uccisore II.

And revenge he did achieve. After receiving a mission from the alpha, he picked a few soldiers to follow him into enemy territory. They were to kidnap the heir and force the hand of submission upon the leader. It succeeded. They got the heir and returned him to their pack. However, Red returned with a few members and he let out his ire upon them all. Any who had to deal with Macchina's death watered the Earth with their blood. Atonement for their acts. It was the silent sacrifice and redemption to Macchina.

Upon their return, a few of the soldiers did not survive, Red did not care, they were confronted and questioned for their actions. Naturally, Red took control of the situation and let out a flawless lie to keep himself out of trouble. The only to truly call him on his actions was his brother, Peggiore Della Morte. Peggiore and his other brother, Colpo Mortale, confronted him, threatening to reveal Red's 'weakness'. Red could not allow that. It turned into a fight. Red slaughtered his brother, Colpo, a simple foot soldier and nearly killed Peggiore, a spy. His mother, Veleno, arrived at the scene. She was a witness. He could not let her got. She died as well. Viewing his family's bodies, tasting their blood, feeling the wounds they inflicted upon his flesh, something snapped in him. He ran away.

All the compassion, the resentment, the guilt, everything forced out of him from the age of a pup, came rushing back. It nearly drove him insane. He tried to kill himself multiple times. It never worked. It only left more scars. After attempting to starve and dehydrate himself, his unconscious body was found by a light pack. They took him in, nursed him to health. It boggled his mind that they'd do that for a monster like that. When asked his name, he lied, saying he could not remember. All he knew was that he was looking for a new life. They granted him the name 'Redenzione', meaning Redemption, for his second chance at life. After a year of living there, fighting his natural instincts, he ran again. Wind of his old pack heading this way caught his attention. He would not let the lights suffer for his cowardice. In his mind, the pack was hunting down the traitor, himself. He finally came upon these lands, hoping it is far enough away from his old lands to start over again. He is still fighting his taught ways, trying to let go of the stoic war monster, but it's always there, underneath the surface.