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Tenebrae et Aurora Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 8:52 pm
This is where you will post your profiles for the Light pack. Do not Pm them to any of the mods just post them and wait for Stars_Of_Aurora or a mod to put accepted at the bottom of the profile
Light pack is one of the Evil/Bad packs
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:30 pm
 [M]idnight [R]omeo My Collar Reads... The Name On My Tag: Midnight Romeo Nickname: Romeo Gender: Male Age:Three Winters Past What I Was Born As A: Lupine My Rank: Omega My Mate Is Known As:N/A My Pups Are Known As: N/A Things I Like /+/Fae's
/+/The Hunt
/+/Fighting
/+/Sun Bathing
/+/Murder
/+/Mischief Makers
/+/Playing Tricks
/+/Racing
/+/RoughHousing Things I Shy Away From: /-/Annoying Fae's
/-/Opposing Pack Members
/-/Two Leggeds
/-/Large Brutes
/-/Mating Competition How I Act... Personality:Romeo is a very mischevious and playful brute, and acts more like a flirtatious pup, than a grown brute. He has brought his rank to omega because of the mischeif he creates in the pack, and the insulting flirting he has done. He also likes to sneak into other pack territories...unnoticed because of his stealthy speed. My Story So Far... Biography: Midnight Romeo was only a year old when he stumbled upon the Light pack, after his parents were killed by an opposing pack. Little Romeo was the runt of the litter, and was sleeping deep in the den while his parents were murdered...upon awaking he heard the horrid fight and bolted after his father and mother screamed to him to run, so he obeyed the command. He had wandered a few days by himself in the harsh and cold October months. He had somehow survived by finding small puddles of water, and small animals, like bunnies, and mice to eat, and he survived, to wander by himself...
After another year of wandering helplessly alone, the pup found his way into the territory of Light Pack. An elderly pair found him at the edge of the territory drinking his fill of water and savaging off the scraps of a buck carcass. Not knowing his manners at one year of age, Romeo felt threatened, and bared his fangs, letting his fur bristle in anger, tail erect, with a knot in it. The male of the pair laughed and than walked towards him, Romeo was taken aback by the males bravery and withdrew from pouncing on the six year old brute.
After the male had come to sit by Romeo, he told him that he was welcome to finish his meal...so he did. The male and the female watched him with curiosity for a while, and after Romeo had eaten his fill, the female put her paw over his maw in a motherly manner and began to lick him clean. It had been the first real parently gesture he had received in a year...so he excepted it. The female and male brought Romeo back to the pack, and took him in as their own. Romeo soon found that the pair's every litter had died or had been killed by opposing pack members. He became filled with a bit of sadness, and began to call them mother and father, making room in his heart for something he had not received in so long.
Not being with a pack for so long, Romeo was still very childish, mischievous, rebellious, and flirtatious, but he was light on his paws, and swift. His play mate for the majority of most of his pup hood had been Amaya Ai,but once the alphaess started to take a liking to her, he backed away, because the Alphaess had shunned him and his adoptive parents when he was taken into the pack...so he left his friend in his past memories, only to have more heartbreak strike his already ridden heart...
His adoptive mother and father were of six years of age, and very old at that...one winter, his father could no longer go on, and he perished in the snow besides Romeo and his mate who wanted to comfort his death. Soon his adoptive mother perished from heartbreak, leaving Romeo to be alone...Romeo became even more rebellious against his old friends wishes...who was now his new Alphaess. He fell to the very bottom of the pack, as omega, and stayed there, wandering into different territories, seeking adventure, and maybe a friend, and maybe even a mate... The One Who Pulls My Chain Username: AoifezaAccepted
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Tenebrae et Aurora Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 6:14 pm
[A]ngeln [T]he [N]ight  My Collar Reads...The Name On My Tag:Angel In The Night Nickname: Angel or Night Gender: Male Age: Seven Winters What I Was Born As A: Wolven My Rank: Story TellerMy Mate Is Known As: Midnight (Deceased)My Pups Are Known As: None (grown and gone)Things I Like/+/ Storys
/+/ Watching the Moon (and sun)
/+/ Feamles
/+/ Young wolves
/+/ Pups
/+/ Racing
/+/ Keeping the pack inline and helping The AlphaThings I Shy Away From:/-/ Thunder and Lightning Storms
/-/ Pitch back Darkness
/-/ Thin Ice
/-/ Having tricks played on him
/-/ Cocky wolves How I Act...Personality: Angel In The Night is a wired wolf. He is calm and collected and seems very week, yet when he wants to be he can throw a wolf two times his weight and strength off him in a fight. He is always been the wise one of a pack and never been one to really get into fights unless asked to fight. He also likes to sneak after Romeo and keep him in line.My Story So Far...Biography: When Angel was born there was a huge argument over why he was born and the color he was. According to a legend set long ago by the founders of the packs if a pup is born that is not the color of either parent or any of there relatives it is said to be a cursed pup. He was no so post to live past a year of age so they told his parents but they kept him anyway and his siblings as well. When he was a few months old the first of the tradgits began to happen, first his older sister form another litter was killed by a bear of a rare color. Everyone said it was his fault she was killed and tried to kill him but his parents stopped it.
As his life went on bad things continued to happen. Someone would die, leave the pack or get killed. But it was not beacuse of him it was natural that it happened. When he was just a year old he left his pack to find his own pack where no one would know his past. He found the moon pack and lived with them for a while but found them to nice and ended up becoming a rouge wolf for a while, that was how he met his mate midnight. He told her his story the first time they met and she changed his name form Reject, to Angel In The Night. She called him her guardian angel in the night and the name stuck. He was about two years at the time of the name given and kept it ever since.
His life went on as normal and the two of them found the light pack. They lived togeather in the pack as member wolves for a while then when old enough became elder wolves before Midnight died at the age of six winters. She was never in good health to begin with so Six winters was a surprise for angel to see her live. When his mate died he took up the position of story teller to tell the rest of the wolves story's of his life or things he just made up. He loved telling story's but he never wanted to have a different position then his mate, so when she died he took up this position to tell all the wolves about his adventures with her and some other things he made up to scar the pups.
Angel is also a very sick wolf. He started getting sick the year his mate passed away and is always coughing. He never feels pain of the sickness but knows it will take his life one day. He hopes that it will not take his life before he gets to tell the Alphas pups story's.The One Who Pulls My ChainUsername: Stars_Of_AuroraAccepted
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:21 pm
 [F]ranchescha [L]ionheart My Collar Reads... The Name On My Tag: Franchescha Lionheart Nickname: Frankie Gender: Fae Age: Three Years What I Was Born As A: Wolven My Rank: Healer My Mate Is Known As: None My Pups Are Known As: None Things I Like /+/ Calm, quiet places
/+/ Early love
/+/ Sunshine
/+/ Babbling brooks
/+/ Strong scented herbs Things I Shy Away From: /-/ Wolves I can't aid
/-/ Troublesome pups
/-/ Dark areas
/-/ Heights
/-/ Sharp or thorny things How I Act... Personality: Frankie is the kind of wolf you don't want to bother when she's grumpy. She snaps at others and has little patience when she is crabby, which mostly happens in the mornings or from lack of sleep. When she's not grumpy, Frankie is actually good to hang around. She loves to have fun and enjoy life and is often glad when she doesn't have to try and save one. Frankie does enjoy her job, but to save others requires a gentle, caring paw that this Fae just does not have. She could care less about being gentle, as long as that wolf gets better, what's the point? Despite this fact, Frankie is an admirable healer, despite all the complaints.
Franchescha can be quite arrogant and cocky when asked about her abilities, but most of the time she rises up to the task. Frankie is never one to turn down a challenge, no matter how foolhardy it actually is. She's also known for her patience --when she's not grumpy of course-- and her flirtatious attitude towards others. Despite the fact that she wants to find a mate, her lack of commitment often makes her an unlikely candidate, but then again, she hasn't met anyone who she considers to be 'the one.' Frankie also has no tolerance for Pups and those little beasts are the only things that can really rile the usually calm Fae up into a fiery blaze of fury. My Story So Far... Biography: Frankie was born into the Light Pack as the eldest of her litter. Her mother was a Scout and her father was a Healer. There was often arguments on the role that Frankie would partake in and they never really asked what their own daughter wanted to do in life. Instead, she chose for them. One day, when she was about a year old, her brother had fallen desperately ill with a horrible cough. It had been an illness that had threatened to exterminate the Light Pack with its deadly virus. Frankie had helped the Healer in finding the solution. The herb was Chickweed and Frankie herself helped participate in helping her brother get better. Thankfully, her brother survived and the arguments ended when Franchescha discovered her passion in life: Healing. She was immediately taken under the wing of the Healer and taught to become his successor.
During her training, Frankie had gotten into some trouble with the Moon Pack. She had been searching for herbs and had strayed onto their territory by accident, not really paying attention where she had been going. There, she ran into a wolf. He was jet-black with golden eyes that seemed to burn into her soul. He claimed to be the Alpha of that Pack, Thanatos. Frankie didn't care however and was about to head back when he barred her way, demanding to know her business there. Frankie had to admit, she did look pretty suspicious. An enemy wolf on their territory? She probably looked like a spy... However Franchescha revealed nothing and was chased deeper into Thanatos's territory to be exterminated there as punishment. Being small and lithe, and considerably younger, Frankie easily outran the Brute but she hit a dead end in the unfamiliar territory. Since she wasn't much of a fighter she knew she couldn't fend the Alpha off and he was gaining quickly, so she did the one thing she could think of: she caused a rock slide. Furiously scrabbling at the pebbles on her ledge, rocks tumbled down onto her pursuer and crushed him. The last thing Frankie saw was the Brute's sad eyes as he stared up at the rocks that were going to crush him.
The image haunted her for the next two years of her life, and they still do. What had he been so sad about? Frankie thought it was because he would never be able to see his Mate again, she had heard his Mate had possessed a beautiful silver pelt that looked like the Moonlight. Frankie is often haunted by Thanatos's image in her dreams but she told no one of her account. All everyone knows was that the previous Alpha was crushed by a rock slide, that was it.
Eventually, Frankie got the rank she wanted. She got to be a Healer, she just never imagined it came at such a high price. Still plagued by Thantatos's ghostly image the dreams have only gotten worse. She often cries out in her sleep but she still refuses to say anything. Frankie often seeks the comfort of their Pack's story teller for his aid and tales. In that way they have formed a sort of acquaintance, but still no one knows her little secret, nor does she know that Neva Silverstream is on her tail. Because of her little ordeal, Frankie is deathly afraid of heights and usually refuses to go up to any high area unless she has a companion. In many ways her actions reflect her puppish attitude that had been robbed from her after Thanatos's death, but in other ways she can be as mature as any other her age. The One Who Pulls My Chain Username: Dami223
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 7:30 pm
 [A]aron [A]rmstrong My Collar Reads...The Name On My Tag: Aaron Armstrong Nickname: Cruel Joker, Death Bringer) Gender: male Age: 2 yearsWhat I Was Born As A: Wolven My Rank: Beta Male. My Mate Is Known As: None, looking. My Pups Are Known As: None. Things I Like/+/ Sun bathing
/+/ Napping
/+/ Running
/+/ Swimming
/+/ Watching pups.Things I Shy Away From:/-/ Death
/-/ Emotions
/-/ Anger issues
/-/ Fear of heights
/-/ Fear of dieing alone How I Act...Personality: Personality: Though Aaron is by far the strangest and fastest wolf on his legs then anyone should be, his mind was the quickest and the sharpest. Always thinking, being clever, and using what the Greater Powers gave him to his every advantage. He is always calm, collected and never showed his feelings to another living soul. He is somewhat insane in his thinking and completely demented by the ghosts of his past, but he keeps it behind an enigmatic mask that he always wears. He is stout-hearted and strong in will, never weakening or breaking a promise, since it was against his moral code and his ways. Since he followed a firm set of codes of conduct that he had made with himself. My Story So Far...Biography: Biography: At a young age, Aaron was orphaned, left to fend for himself in a extremely harsh winter, that most likely is the reason he was like the snowy storm that remembered, cold, waiting, continuing on, no matter the odds. Though his fur was black as a moonless night he learned to camouflage himself with his environment. Always waiting he was patient as he could do little, he survived off the meat of small birds, rabbits, snow hair and small fox's. Through a harsh winter and an unforgiving drought in the high mountains where he was born, he never strayed from the territory he rightfully belonged. Even when he was attacked by a bear, and left brutally wounded and scarred from the fight as a mere monthling, he kept fighting, he wouldn't give up, no matter the cost.
When he was bigger and stronger, he went out into the wilderness, now feasting on the flanks of buck, elf, and the occasional salmon, he now lived in a high bluff of dirt and trees blocking the entrance, and everyday he pushed himself to become faster, the five mile trek from his home to the river below the valley in which he currently lived strengthened his muscles and his legs. Though he was completely alone in this beautiful place, without the company of another wolf, he didn't even know if wolves did indeed live near him. So on a cool day in April, he moved out of his den, and headed out into the world yet again to find what was his.
Little did he know the Light wolves were in fact near him, but on the opposite face of the mountain he had been living on, blocked by snow, rubble and debris, he was secluded he h ad found out a few months after him. He was now 2 and full grown in a short time, a brute in stature, but all of his muscles were in his legs and chest for moving quickly, like his mind he kept training, even going to the pack. He had heard about them through the songs of the night, the soft bending of his dreams. He heard their calls and now he was answering, he believed that this was his calling, what he was looking for....He had found home.... The One Who Pulls My ChainUsername: AroldxLowellxKouAccepted
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:32 pm
asha torm [C]haser My Collar Reads...The Name On My Tag: Sasha Storm ChaserNickname: Sasha Storm Gender: FemaleAge: Three SeasonsWhat I Was Born As A: WolfMy Rank: Alpha FemaleMy Mate Is Known As: None My Pups Are Known As: None Things I Like/+/ Bright Shiny Things
/+/ Males Competing For My Love
/+/ Wolf Fights
/+/ Hunting
/+/ HowlingThings I Shy Away From:/-/ Fire
/-/ Thunder and Lighting
/-/ Darkness
/-/ Death
/-/ Other Wolf PacksHow I Act...Personality: Sasha is a wired wolf, she is a strong leader and kind to her pack, but is curl to anyone else. Sasha used to be the weakest in her litter until she decided to defend herself. As she did her leader side came out and she became more and more different. No one could ever explain her personality for some times she was nice, and other times she was mean. She was a mystery in the eyes of others.My Story So Far...Biography: Sasha was born to the light pack of a set of pack members. Her parents had joined not even two months ago and were still under watch when her mother went into labor. Her mother had gone into labor and was carrying at least ten or more pups, but half of them did not survive. Sahsa was thought not to have survived and was almost buried with her siblings, except she made a squeaking noise and her father stopped and picked her up, he noticed she was breathing and began to clean her off before prancing over to his mate with squeaking pup in mouth. A few months after her and her other four litter mates were old enough they began to leave the den, she was the last to leave the den.
For the first few months of her life she was really skittish and freaked out over everything, but as she got older she got more and more brave. But that all changed one morning on her first hunt with her family. They were searching for rabbits and happened upon a mother bear and her cubs. Sasha tried to stand up for her family who had run and ended up getting really injured. She was then dragged form her spot to the den where the bears lived, but once they realized she was alive they let her go and she ended up wandering though the woods as the first snow of the year began to fall. She was about six months at the time and with how injured she was she manged to make it to another packs lands where she ended up falling and was unable to get up.
She watched the wolves around her examine her and say she was worthless and as the Alpha tried to attack, but she was not going to allow it so she got to her feet and defended her self after pinning the full strength and older Alpha of the Sun pack to the ground, she had been so surprised the female had gotten to her feet that she was pinned to the ground. Sasha was then taken care of then let free. Not knowing where her pack was she fallowed a snow storm though the land before appearing before her pack. Her white pelt blending in to the snow so the wolves thought she was an illusion before she continued to come froward and call her parents names out. From that moment on she was called storm Chaser after having told them the story, and she proved her self worthy of her position years later and became the Youngest Alpha of the Light pack at two seasons when she was deemed Alpha.The One Who Pulls My ChainUsername: Stars_Of_Aurora
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 8:08 pm
 My Collar Reads... The Name On My Tag: {S}yfira {S}orcerer {S}alina {D}iel Nickname: Fi,Syf,Salin Gender:Female Age: 5 years What I Was Born As A:A wolf My Rank:The quiet one My Mate Is Known As: none My Pups Are Known As:none Things I Like: /+/dark quiet places /+/when people don't talk to her /+/thinking /+/hiding in her den /+/being in fights when needed /+/also being protective of things Things I Shy Away From: /-/talking /-/standing out and being the only one How I Act... Syfira is very quiet and loves to sleep in the pitch dark.She also is very shy and doesn't like to talk much.She is also very protective of her past because it's hurtful it makes her want to die or shrivel up inside.Also if anybody gets in her face,she will fight till somebody dies. My Story... Salin was with her family when they were all slaughtered to death.They were all hunting out in the night with snow on her mother's grounds.Right when she looked,she saw a shadow.A shadow that looked like one of the wolves from the pack,but it wasn't.She went to follow it,but she didn't relize that would be her doom.She kept following the shadow until she turned the corner and found Alysia.One of the members in her mother's pack that was kicked 2 seasons ago. Alysia was trying to take over the spot as alpha female.So that's why she was kicked out and never seen again. Alysia bared her teeth at young Salin.Salin was scared of her because she was one of the toughest warriors they ever had in thier pack.As Alysia began to pounce,Salin moved back to block her radging claws.Unfortunately,her claws catched the side of her face whitch caused scars.Now she could only see out of one eye because of the blood. Alysia ran off with Salin confused.As soon as she reliszed what was going,salin kicked up her speed and cought up.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 7:29 pm
((Hey when are we going to start?))
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