Ransyr is a calm and collected individual for the most part. There are times when his emotions get the better of him but he is otherwise in control of them. He's very loyal to his pack and would die to protect any one of them, especially his sister, Zenith. Joking around is one thing he likes to do even though he may seem like he's always serious. Ransyr isn't ruthless but he'll do what he must to help the pack survive as a whole.
Ransyr was the first-born to his parents and just like them grew up to be a warrior of the pack. Ever since he was young he took to heart everything his parents told him, respecting their words and decisions even if at times he didn't agree with them. And just like any other youth, he got into his fair share of trouble. Nothing serious, of course, but he and his friends always had some kind of punishment given to them. His sister on the other hand never got into trouble, though how could she have with the way she was?
He never felt sorry for his sister though since he could tell it didn't bother her either. Zenith always did things on her own except for the few occasions she played with some of the girls. Yet as the years passed and her kind and quiet nature continued he knew he had to protect her from the harshest of evils. Then again, that was just another reason for him to protect her really since she was his little sister and he'd never approve of any male she'd become interested in. And when it became known that she was to become the new healer he was glad that she found a place at all within the pack. It honestly wouldn't have mattered to him if she had ended up an Omega but he was still happy for her.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long after Zenith's training started when they lost their parents in a deadly battle with the Snow Pack. Ransyr had still been in training at the time of the battle and he was on the field with his parents and other members of their pack. They had started winning when the surprise attack came from behind. His father had seen the group of three enemy wolves out of the corner of his eyes just before they made their move but it was already too late. His mother went down first, sending his father into a rage against the enemy wolves. He managed to kill one and held the other two at bay long enough for Ransyr to escape and sound the call for retreat. And in his flight he had made a silent prayer to his parents' souls that he would always protect Zenith.