hungry like a wolf

Atlas Kitsch Fenrir Pack.Thirty-Eight.Lumber jack.

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Yet I thought I knew everything about you - from Oriel

"I swear my cockiness is rubbing off on you. But everyone has a little mystery to them."

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You calling the omegas ugly or yourself ugly? Either way you're wrong.

"I'm saying no one in this place is ugly. That term is lost here."

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Name 4 omegas you have your eyes on.

"You must be new here. I'm not sure this place knows what ugly is."

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Oh, so older omegas are fine but not younger?

"I wouldn't say I don't like younger but there is such a thing as too young."

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What's your biggest insecurity?

"Do I look like somebody who has insecurities? Spoiler alert , nope."

Expressing real emotions. That vulnerable state he despises just because he is used to doing so much on his own. Deep down the man knows this is triggered by his past and the abandonment that roots him.

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What's the weirdest superstition you have?

"Nothing. I make my own luck."

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what's your type, handsome? cute little omega, big strong alpha? neither?

"I don't like to put my type inside a box. It varies but I do like someone who can give me a little bit of feist. It gives me all the reason to put them in their place."

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How old do you like your omegas?

"I mean I am old enough. I don't have an exact number but I sure as hell don't want to be screwing around with somebody young enough that I could have fathered."

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Ask me anything.

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Open: To anyone

The ability to delude yourself may be an important survival tool. Atlas knew his pack was going to be blamed for the fires. Surely, the blame game would go around. One had to when a life was lost. Possible payback. He had to have some sort of self control or his mouth and irritability would completely disgust some people. And he didn't want that equation on his hands. At least not at this time. So he wandered into the forest to his peace (solitude). The male was hopeful he would not be disturbed. But hope was a buzz kill. He grumbled to himself, from his high perch on a random tree. Atlas sat on one of the branches high up as feet dangled. "You know, you should never disturb someone's peace. Clearly I am here to be alone. I didn't know I needed to paint a bigger picture." The sarcasm he spoke was severely strong.

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Is that [JESSE WILLIAMS]? No, that’s [ATLAS KITSCH]. The [38] year old [ALPHA] [CISMALE] is a [LUMBERJACK] of the [FENRIR] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [OBSERVANT] & [ADAPTABLE], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [RUTHLESS] & [MOODY]. Their friends also say that they’re into [MARKING&ROUGH SEX] but don’t even think about trying [WATER SPORTS&SCAT] with them. [DC, 25+, HE/HIM, EST]

Brief Biography or Background:

Some points to include in your character’s background includes:

Everyone has a new beginning but ones always comes with a past end. Atlas was old enough to understand the logic behind moving or escaping. A home (Egrain) was becoming violated by greed and corruption. He wasn't fearful of it. The male was never one to back down from a fight or trouble. But there was only so much one could do. So he found it easy to depart at 18. To bigger and better things. A new point in his life. His past life he never involved himself in a pack. He was a lone wolf so to speak but he also knew changes had to be made. There had to be more to that repetitiveness then the desperation of scraping by. See Atlas never had any kind of stability growing up. He had to resort to certain cons and treachery that probably would have his head if anyone had caught on to his doings . But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Fast forward to leaving. It didn't take long for Atlas to be fully captivated by Athos and all of it's surroundings. The forest wilderness provides instant serenity once within it. As you marvel at the trees standing, the deep green woods invite you to step in. There’s something magnificent about the presence of everything. He knew immediately that the choice to leave one place behind was the right one. Which is what landed him the role of being a lumberjack. The forest is used as a source. And there is something about climbing on top of a tree, so high that instantly draws him a rush feeling. Adrenaline. But deep down with his old skin shed, he knew he had to make the leap in joining a pack. Skeptical at first, he found himself the right pack. And luckily they ultimately welcomed him. That would be within Fenrir.

Nonetheless, There are some whispers about all the packs that seem to inhabit the forest. Atlas isn't gullible or disregards this by any means. He knows it is only a matter of time before there is a conflict. But his warrior self and his nature is always down for a fight. A survival of the sickest. Survival is the ability to swim in strange water. However, he knows his role in the pack as well. He may be an alpha but that dominance knows who is bigger in the ranks. Atlas isn't reckless in that sense and over the years he has learned his place and everyone's else's. Sure it was no walk in the park at first but there was growth. A growth that has been constant within him as he ages.

[sourceblog]

JESSE WILLIAMS as Jackson Avery in GREYS ANATOMY → 19x05 “When I Get to the Border” dir. Jesse Williams