Angelo Della Morte -- female

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Age: 4
Gender: Female
Breed: Mackenzie Valley Wolf x Eurasian Wolf
Pack: Hell
Rank: Assassin

Personality: Angelo Della Morte is a cruel and malicious bitch. However, despite what some might believe, she does not run her mouth or get cocky without cause. There is always meaning behind her words. From her training at birth, she had it pounded into her that if she says something, she better mean it and back it up. So, she does. Do not take what she says lightly. She believes that, because her loyalty is only to herself, that all others are beneath her. Their words do not matter, nor do their lives. It makes it almost impossible for others to get her angry or get close to her. What they say and do have no affect on her, unless it is a physical attack or gets in the way of her plans.

Unlike her siblings and many of her childhood counterparts, she did not fall for the brainwashing instilled in the training. No, she's always one step ahead. Instead, she played her cards right, acted like the good little soldier she needed to be, earned her rank as assassin in her pack, and did her job, but she never believed what she was told. Her intelligence is above and beyond what many would believe, and she does not flaunt it. The less they think of her, the higher advantage over them she has. She's manipulative and deceitful. One could never trust the words that pass her lips. The moment she meets you, she assesses you and mentally decides what roll you will play in her game of Life. Her patience could be compared to that of a Saint's. She will bide her time, wait for the right moment, then strike. If it takes years, she can wait. With her intelligence and training comes her skills in battle strategy. The only one who could ever touch her in battle would be her brother, Occisore II, or now known as Redenzione. However, his temper is what made him fall to her. Even Strength must bow to Wisdom. Do not mistake your worth with her for even a moment. One thing that did stick with her from puphood is that self comes before all else, even family. Her loyalty is to herself, though if she believes she can gain from something, she is willing to work beneath another. She can be power-hungry at times, though she would never let it cloud her judgement or get in her way.

Likes: Being one step ahead of others
Battle
Planning
Winning
Being Right
Manipulating Others

Dislikes: Weakness
Being Wrong
Losing
Empty Threats
Big Mouths

Fears: Failing

Dreams Of: Leaving her mark in history

Body Type: Tall, at thirty-four inches at the shoulders, with an athletic build. Her fur is not very long. Scars mottle her frame, though not as many as her brother. Two noticeable ones are the one raking down her right eye and curling up the edge of her right lip.
Fur Color: A good mixture of silver, brown, cream, black, and white.
Eye Color: A fiery shade of amber.

Family: Sire: Uccisore

Mother: Veleno (deceased)

Sisters: Danza Macabra
Edera Velenosa (deceased)

Brothers: Redenzione (formally Uccisore II; considered a blood traitor)
Campana A Morto (deceased)
Peggiore Della Morte
Colpo Mortale (deceased)

History: Angelo Della Morte was born into a dark pack with a relatively large litter. She had two sisters and four brothers. All together, her mother birthed seven pups. The pack was strict and cruel, as expected. They, like the surrounding packs and nomads, spoke only Italian. Angel is fluent in both Italian and English, though when emotions are running high, she is known to speak in her native tongue. Her siblings and she 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 her 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.

Angel came out of the training with excessive scarring, not quite as much as the others, though she was not brainwashed at all. They could not manipulate her like they did the others, but she never let them know that. Instead, she acted. She proved to be a gifted tactical thinker and a commendable fighter. Proving herself, she earned the name 'Angelo Della Morte'. In English, it means 'Angel Of Death', a suiting enough name. She's swift on her feet, incredibly intelligent, and if she so pleased, nearly untraceable. In training, when it came to stealth, none could surpass her. She was like a ghost. It helped her earn her spot as Assassin in the pack. There were few, but those few were prized for their skills. She was often sent on missions into enemy territory to kill set targets, and she has yet to fail.

When it came to front line battles, the other assassin's and her were kept back, only slipping out at opportune moments to strike critical blows to the enemies. It was in one of those battles that she noticed her brother's reaction to the death of the General. She admired the General's skills, but held no sort of affection for him. He could rot for all she truly cared. It was just a shame to lose a valuable pawn. When she observed her brother's mannerisms involving the General, she knew he had become weak with affection for the old wolf. It sickened her. Uccisore II was a brilliant warrior, but she knew it would all end soon. He was next in line to be alpha. She could not allow a weak being like him, addled with affection, to take control of this empire. So she whispered the truths to her two surviving brothers, Peggiore Della Morte and Colpo Mortale, known full-well they would confront Uccisore II. That they did. When word arrived that Colpo Mortale and her mother, Veleno, had been killed and Peggiore harshly wounded, she knew Uccisore II was gone. It had all played out finely. She would be content.

However, she did not count on Peggiore to survive. She could not allow him to tell that she had been involved, but she found him too useful to kill. She helped hide him from death, as they surely would have killed him because of his wounds, and nursed him back to health. All the while, she twisted his mind even further. He would be loyal to her, help her, work for her. He was malicious, cruel, and possibly the most sadistic bastard she had ever met. He was the perfect little minion.

After a night when she was confronted with the option of breeding, as she was seen as a fine specimen to birth potentially great offspring, or death, Angelo knew she was in trouble. There was no way she would mate because she was told to. It was one thing she could not act out. Waiting until the right moment, she lashed out and exterminated the vile bastard assigned to her and escaped the guards chasing her. With but a look to Peggiore, he was at her side running. They escaped the pack, bringing further shame to her family's name and leaving but one sister behind to succeed them. She parted ways with Peggiore as he stopped upon light lands, smelling Uccisore II on their territory. She knew he would not be there, and kept going. Truly, she did not care whether either lived or died and had no intention of hunting either down.[/justify][/blockquote][/td][/tr]

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