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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 12:25 pm
This is my journal, it's not fancy because I'm lazy and don't have the energy to fancy it up!
I'm always up for plotting or RP, let me know.
You can contact me through...
AIM: Ashomi (Just let me know who you are.)
Steam: Ashomi (Just let me know who you are.)
Skype: Dovaxy (I'm rarely online though.)
or gaia PMs!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 12:26 pm
Deceased or MIAThese wolves didn't make it past the fiery eruption and chaos of the old world. They will always be remembered and have a special place right here.
Alternatively wolves that have recently passed away may also come here for their final rest.
Wolves:
Tiamatee - Presumed to have disappeared around the time of the eruption, hasn't been seen or heard from since.
Driscoll - Presumed to have disappeared around the time of the eruption, hasn't been seen or heard from since.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 12:27 pm
 xxxxx Name: Stavros
xxxxx Nickname: N/A
xxxxx Gender: Male
xxxxx Color: #380B61
xxxxx Languages: Telkish
xxxxx Colorist: JadeEye (recolored by me)
xxxxx Obtained: Flatsale
xxxxx Pack: N/A
xxxxx Parents: Unknown.
xxxxx Siblings: None known.
xxxxx Mate: None.
xxxxx Offspring: None.
Not having very many early memories, Stavros doesn't quite remember when his real parents left him, his only memory being that they did. Luckily for him he was picked up by a traveling loner who helped raise him from pup hood to adolescence. It wasn't a family atmosphere, for it seemed the loner just couldn't leave a pup to die and there was no real love between them. Stavros went off on his own once reaching the proper age, with ambitions to be some great knight of the land, rescuing damsels and being a hero to all packs. The loner told him stories you see, and he knew that if he hoped to be anything, he had to first become a hero.
Stavros never became a hero, much to his dismay, though he tried very hard... and failed quite a few times. Stories of giant salmon tail slapping the youngin' in the face, or the story of the boar that gave chase for two whole miles make Stavros cringe. He needn't be reminded of the stupidity of his youth. Many of those failures taught him valuable lessons, things he had to learn on his own due to not having parents to teach him. Teeth were wonderful tools, but only if you knew what to do with them.
These days Stavros spends much of his time searching for buried treasure, though his idea of treasure isn't quite the same as the treasure you or I might find. Thinking himself something of a detective, Stavros finds "clues" and digs for them, his finds often bringing up rocks, bigger rocks and sometimes small bones. Never has Stavros actually found anything of value, like a hidden bone stash or the ancestor of a giant bear but he's not giving up. Unlike his early days of soul searching, this fascination seems to be a keeper, but who knows, maybe some day he'll dig up a damsel in distress and both destinies will intertwine.
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Stavros is a very impatient, almost pup-like wolf with curiosity that knows no bounds. Often his curiosity is so strong that it can lead him into trouble, and having the social abilities of a goldfish often just dig him deeper. He spends most of his time alone, and not because he doesn't want companionship but mostly because no other wolves have an interest in spending all their days in the dirt. Beneath all the awkwardness is a heart of gold, a wolf willing to help anyone in a time of need (regardless of consequence) and perhaps quite a bit of naivety. Stavros still believes that one needs to become a hero, vanquisher over all that is evil, before he'd be accepted by any wolves with packs so for the time being he's just given up on the entire idea.
RP Logs:
Saffron - Stavros
Kailani - Stavros
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 12:28 pm
xxxxx Name: Ashaelia
xxxxx Nickname: Asha
xxxxx Gender: Female
xxxxx Color: #BC9B6E
xxxxx Languages: Telkish and Agaphene
xxxxx Colorist: Dovaxy
xxxxx Obtained: Gift
xxxxx Pack: N/A
xxxxx Parents: Deceased.
xxxxx Siblings: None.
xxxxx Mate: None.
xxxxx Offspring: None.
Being the only surviving pup of a small litter, Ashaelia was doted upon and never wanted for anything. Her mother loved her unconditionally, coddling her, singing her to sleep every night and it seemed like she was never angry. Oh she got worried of course, if her little Asha wandered too far she'd scold her mightily! But it was all out of love, for her mother couldn't bare to lose yet another child. Asha's father was brave, defending their humble abode from all predators or adversaries. He also loved his daughter more than anything else in the world and taught her everything he knew about hunting, and defending herself. Her parents didn't believe much in fighting but they knew it was sometimes necessary so she was taught defense in hopes that it may one day come in handy.
The happy family was not meant to be, Asha's mother took ill and didn't survive the winter. Her father started to deteriorate shortly afterwards, the belief being that he just couldn't live without his lovely mate. The coming spring was a hard time for Asha, she did a lot of wandering and soul searching and eventually discovered a love of the wind. To this day the wind flowing through her fur as she runs against it lifts her spirits more than anything else.
For the time being Ashaelia is a wandering soul, she has little purpose in life and seems to be searching for one. Possibly open to packs or plots, let me know what you're thinking!
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If there was a single word to describe Asha it would be clingy, once she finds someone she likes she latches on and never lets go. She's always desperate for attention and doesn't much like being ignored, but never is she rude about it, instead she retreats into herself. Never one to speak out of turn or speak wrongly against another, always full of kindness and patience. Asha is full of life and takes in everything to the fullest, enjoying every day like it's her last. As for bravery, well this is one area she may be lacking, Asha is quite timid, scared of the smallest squirrel if it seems threatening in any way. This could possibly be why she latches on to others so readily, as she doesn't have the confidence (although she has the skills) to defend herself if need be.
RP Logs:
Balios - Ashaelia
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:46 pm
xxxxx Name: Ezra
xxxxx Nickname: N/A
xxxxx Gender: Male
xxxxx Color: #220B2B
xxxxx Languages: Sharanjin, Velskan, Yakoshi (small bits) and Telkish
xxxxx Colorist: Dovaxy
xxxxx Obtained: Gift
xxxxx Pack: Sunlords (Warlord)
xxxxx Parents: NPC Lael, NPC Greyward
xxxxx Siblings: Three, NPCs.
xxxxx Mate: None.
xxxxx Offspring: None.
Ezra was born to a litter of four pups, unfortunately for him he had been the only boy. Ezra's sisters were beautiful, emulating the moonlight and the sun just as they should and his parents were incredibly proud, so proud of their beautiful daughters that they clean forgot about their only son. His sisters didn't bother much with him either, for they were girls and he was a boy, he had other ambitions in life than being beautiful. Fortunately this opened up an opportunity for Ezra, he didn't have to play guard to his beautiful sisters during the day, instead he was left entirely alone.
What little interaction Ezra had with his parents usually ended in the same cross words, "Stop bothering us, wasting our time, it's about time you made something of yourself." At first Ezra didn't understand, how did you make something of yourself anyways? That was when Ezra found the Warriors. They were amazing, brave, fearless, bold and exciting and they could take down any of the other pack members with ease. They were an ispiration to him, and from that day forward he dedicated his life to training. Before the sun rose in the morning Ezra was awake, practicing everything he could, and often he'd stop well after the sun went down.
Hard work paid off, Ezra became a devastating warrior one that most of the other warriors looked up to even. His specialty was defense. Ezra was a large wolf, big, burly, a veritable wall of muscle really, but the downside to this was his speed... Ezra was slow. Now he wasn't slow in all ways, he could whip around and jump out of the way quite effectively and his reflexes were great but landing attacks never seemed to work out for him. Fortunately this allowed Ezra to work on his defensive skills, knowing where to let the blows land, which parts of his body could sustain the most damage, this was Ezra's forte.
After the previous Warlord stepped down, he was getting too old to be effective, the warriors voted Ezra as their next leader. This came as a surprise to him, but he graciously accepted the position and hoped to impress his parents, as he'd finally become something. Alas it was not meant to be, his parents were as ignorant as ever.
These days Ezra spends his time helping his pack members prepare for war, that is when he isn't caught coddling the pups or playing games with them...
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Ezra is quite a large wolf, muscular with a giant frame and paws often described as bear-like. Contrary to his appearance, Ezra isn't as ferocious as he seems, instead he's a big soft hearted individual. He has a thing for pups, knowing them to be the pack's new generation, the makings of the future and spends quite a bit of time with them, frolicking and teaching them new games. To everyone else Ezra is like a big brother, willing to lay down his life for any pack member, going great lengths to please them. Many come to him with questions or concerns, and he's often used as a shoulder to cry on.
In a nutshell Ezra emanates patience, kindness and ferocious loyalty. He can be described as strong, and sometimes hard but this is only because he wants everyone to be their best from the get go. Laziness and pack members that are disloyal can show Ezra's other side, and it's certainly not a side you want to see.
RP Logs:
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