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Name: Jaina Seafang

Species: Wolf

Tribe/Clan/Pack/etc.: Seafangs (totem: sea lion)

Description: A gray wolf alpha female with multiple battle scars including one across her right eye.  Along with her captain's jacket, her wide-bladed cutless and trusty flintlock are always at the ready.  Jaina rarely relaxes and her crew often joke that she's ready for battle even in her sleep.  In reality Jaina rarely gets a full night's sleep leading to her single eye often appearing tired and bloodshot.

Personality: A brutal yet efficient military commander, Jaina leads her pack with absolute authority as her alpha mate was lost in the recent Otter Wars.  Jaina is extremely focused and determined and has earned a reputation for never giving up on her quarry.

Background: Unlike most alphas Jaina was not born into her rank.  Instead she earned it during the Otter wars when as a beta she assumed leadership under fire when her alpha was killed by an Otter torpedo strike.  Jaina took command of the doomed frigate and steered it into the conning tower of an enemy sub sinking the vessel and turning the tide of the battle.  Afterward she earned numerous accolades for her pack through both valor and pure reckless courage.  In return the pack authority granted her a captainship of one of five dreadnaughts in the entire Lupine Navy which, as per custom, took the name of her pack as its own.

Talent:  Leadership.  Jaina inspires absolute loyalty in her pack through her unshakable determination and acts of courage.

Weakness: Politics.  As a low born wolf, Jaina has little experience with the politics of high ranking alphas.  Due to her fierce personality, she lacks the patience required to master social manipulations.

Knack:  Scent.  Jaina's sense of smell is keen even among the wolves and she has been known to track enemy vessels by the smell of their steam alone.
 
Flaw: Missing Eye.  With one eye, Jaina has less acute depth perception not to mention the continuing ache which emanates from the scar tissue.

Posts/Week: 3

Example Post: [i]Ironclads cut through the choppy seas like steak knives.  Surf stubbornly hammers their metallic bows ineffective in altering the will of the great machines.  Above the three ships, three parallel streaks of soot stain the otherwise clear blue skies.  Seagulls, normally inquisitive birds, steer clear of the ferrous fortresses preferring to perch on adjacent rafts of seaweed instead.  A local pod of orca share their caution, venting their blowholes from a safe distance.

The flag of the Wolf Nation, the blood paw banner, flaps alongside each ship's smoke stack.  The black paw, centerpiece of the symbol, is just barely visible amidst the smog.  Flying the highest standard and boasting a barrage of guns, twenty-eight in total, along her broadsides, the Seafang leads the formation.  Her captain, an alpha female with fur as gray as her ship's iron sides, stands at the conning tower.  One eye scans the horizon through a crystal scope while the other remains forever closed beneath a grizzly scar.

"Anything, Captain Jaina?" her first mate and pack beta asks squinting at the distant spouts.

"Just leviathons...," replies the captain, "but there's a new smell on the air."  Her nose wrinkled at the unknown odor.  "Signal the Moonsquall and the Stormeagle to tighten their formation... and tell the crew to ready the canons just in case."[/i]