Harijan

[Eastern]

STAND TALL, HEAD AND SHOULDERS DOWN

THEY DON'T MAKE 'EM LIKE US ANYMORE
•HARIJAN •
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YOUR WALLS OF PRIDE ARE ONLY FENCING YOU IN.

[/color][/size] Meaning ‘Man of God’ in Indian. Harijan was the name Gandhi gave the untouchables in the Hindu religion. Everybody hated the Untouchables, and beat them, and yell at them. They were the beggars of society. The people who needed god most.
NICKNAME: Hari, or Jan
SEX: Male
AGE: 5 years
SPECIES: Wolf
TYPE: Grey Wolf
RANK: Resident
POWER:
Familiar;;
Harijan has a strange connection with small creatures. They seem to love him, and follow wherever he goes. He is able to get small animals to do tasks for him. Like make a bird scout out an area for him. He can only do this with small animals, so he cannot control wolves, or bears. But a fox is perfectly happy catching him a mouse or two.
Meditation;;
Along be able to control creatures, he can also sense them. When he meditates, and opens his mind to the surroundings, he can sense all that lives within 50 yards of himself. He sees their heat signatures against the backdrop of his eyelids. Cold-blooded animals appear purple, whereas mammals appear red and orange. He can make out what it is by the shape the heat signature.

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YOUR EGO'S BEEN PLAYING GAMES WITH YOUR HEAD.

PERSONALITY:
Harijan is not someone who would kick you while you’re down, or make fun of your misfortunes. He has a kind smile that reflects his kind heart. He believes in the good in people, and refuses to see the bad. He doesn’t like to be cruel, to anyone, even if they are cruel to him. He just takes it. He will not try to provoke a fight, and he won’t be provoked to fight.
He is the silent type, to stay in the background, listening, and watching. He does not speak unless what he has to say is important. It gives his words more meaning. He is not one to force his presence on anyone, for some reason, his calmness evokes hatred. Wolves hate that he will not fight back. They hate that he refuses to raise his voice—or his claws for that matter – at anyone. It makes them want to hurt him. Hurt him so bad that he really has a reason not to fight back. Still, he believes in the good in people.
Some may think him weak, since he does not fight back, but one could argue that it requires more strength to not fight back. To clear the thoughts of hatred from your mind, and let them take out there anger on him. He thas seen what happens when petty fights break out, and it’s not something he is ever going to relive.
He stands firm to his beliefs. He will not change his opinions to suit others wishes.

HISTORY:
Harijan grew up in a land that was constantly in the state of war. Chaos was order, and the only thing he knew.
Before his birth, five packs lived close to each other, in some places their territories where overlapping. It was not long before the territorial lines were so blurred, that no one knew exactly where their territory ended, and the other one began. The leaders of the packs meet together one night to redistribute the land, but of course the leaders could not agree, and wars between the packs broke out. In the months that followed, many wolves died.
It was during the time of the wars when Harijan was born. And it was in a bloodstained land he grew up. He was forced to fight, and to kill. His fur seemed to be constantly stained with dark, sticky red. He hated himself.
It was not long before he realized that he could sense the things around him. His pack found out, and he was forced to lead attacks, and find were the other packs hid. The war ended with the killing of the last of the pack leaders. Hari’s power was used to ferret out all the wolves of what was left of the opposing packs.
‘Join or die’
He said that so many times. Staring into scared eyes, he said that. ‘Join or die.’ Most of the time, they chose death. ‘I’d rather die than to be around such cold blooded killers.’ How many times had he heard that? Twice, three times a day? He lost count. The dead outnumbered the living.
Why did he do it? Why couldn’t he just leave?
He didn’t want to end up like them. He knew he would if he left. He alpha was a ruthless killer, and would hunt him down personally. He’s seen it happen before.
With the war over, unsettling quite settled over the land. Nothing stirred in the trees or on the ground. Blood stained everything, and bones littered the ground.
The pack refused to leave the land they had fought so hard for. But Harijan was tormented by those he had killed. He could not go anywhere without running into the half decomposed body of someone he had tore his teeth into. He slowly retreated into himself.
Soon his pack became restless of the silent land. They missed the thrill of killing, and so they turned to each other to let out their desires. There had been a lot of resentment towards Hari. The old pack members hated how much power the Alpha had given him, and the new pack members hated him since he killed their family and forced them to join the pack.
Harijan was frequently beat up, and put down. He was hated by everyone, and he didn’t blame them. He has many scares all over his body from the multiple attacks he suffered, his thin coat doing nothing to cover them. But he doesn’t care, he likes them there to remind himself of all the suffering he had caused, to remind him not to ever be that way again.
Finally he left. He got up the courage and left. He ran like a bat out of hell, and he was scared every moment of his life, but he left. As soon as he left the pools of blood behind him, the world seemed like a brighter place.
He spent a lot of time thinking about his past as he traveled, and he wondered how he could make things right. It was a long time before the answer came to him. Nothing could ever make what he had done right. No amount of retribution would help. Nothing would bring them back.
But he could change his ways. And so he did.

YOU'RE NOT THE MASTERMIND.

SIRE: Drake
DAM: Lily
KIN: none alive
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I AM THE PRODUCT OF MY OWN DESIGN.

HEY THERE! MY NAME IS: Eastern
MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE: Reverend, Xanthia

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