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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 6:04 pm
 START: Sunday, January 18, 2009 @ Noon PSTEND: Saturday, January 23, 2009 @ 9 PM PSTThis Contest is for an opportunity to START roleplaying with a CUSTOM ADULT Wolfrider pair, meaning you don't have to start as a Recruit and fulfill all the requirements to work your way to the top. There will be a total of 4 custom slots, in which you can choose any type of custom you want for your human and your wolf (premade, semi-custom, or full custom). But this isn't a free contest, so you will have to pay the total cost of the types of customs you order - any line edits must be approved and the additional cost will be determined by the colorist.
This is a concept Contest, meaning we want to know what you have in mind for your characters (appearance, personality and history). We want to see something interesting, but that doesn't mean a mentally retarded/physically impaired character - maybe we just want to see a unique bond between wolf and rider. However, you still must follow all the Wolfrider facts, so feel free to ask about anything in the main thread you're not sure of (because we won't be correcting any factual mistakes for you). There are no word limits, so be as descriptive as you feel necessary (or even use reference pictures for the appearance).
If you want to submit an exisiting Recruit, please feel free to do so! You are allowed (and will probably have) to add and/or change anything to your current character to better fit their new role as a Wolfrider. And if this character should win, you will only have to pay for the custom Wolf and your Human will automatically be promoted to full Private.
Please note that your submission will be judged mostly on character creativity and factual accuracy, and just a little bit of writing skill. Personality is the most important factor, but appearance and history will also be taken into consideration.
Shikai does not want to draw anything complicated and/or confusing, so keep that in mind when you create their appearances.
Starr wants everything to be realistic, so all-perfect humans and winged wolves won't be accepted.Rules1. Each post can only contain one character concept.
2. Each person can submit a maximum of 4 characters concepts - you can only win one.
3. The character concept must be COMPLETED before you submit your application - meaning no "I'll be adding more later."
4. This character concept will become your character's Profile, so make sure you can roleplay the character.
5. Submit your character concept using the following application form in this thread:[size=14][u][b]Human[/b][/u][/size]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (22-35)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male/Female)
[b]Patrol:[/b] (New Eve/White Shadow)
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[b]History:[/b]
[size=14][u][b]Wolf[/b][/u][/size]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (3-17)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male/Female)
[b]Patrol:[/b] (New Eve/White Shadow)
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
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[size=14][u][b]Bond[/b][/u][/size]
(Any additional information you would like to include about your Human/Wolf.)
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 1:43 pm
Human Name: Evrian Lowe Age: 25 Gender: Male Patrol: White Shadow Reference Image: LinkAppearance: Lithely muscled with a very slight tan and deep green eyes, Evrian’s most striking feature, at first glance, is his hair. Left long just past his shoulders, it falls in soft waves of pewter, taking on a gentle ice-blue gleam in daylight. His overall appearance as a vibrant, striking young man is ruined, however, by the dark depths of his eyes. They seem to hold no warmth whatsoever towards anything except the wolf he has dedicated his life to, his partner CinderFrost. Personality: Normally cool and reserved, he takes on a suave, playful manner around young women; pursuit of their beauty is his vice, though he stops short of taking on a steady girlfriend or lover. His interest is seemingly only superficial, however; he prefers playing games of chase, seeing the reactions his flattery and gentle voice evoke in unwary young women, rather than the actual conquest itself. Around other males and his superiors, he is all seriousness, respectful and fairly agreeable. When off duty, however, he prefers to keep to himself, either doing nothing at all, or exploring the area near the fort with CinderFrost. If someone gets on his bad side, it takes quite a bit to goad him to action. He prefers to play word games and will act derisively towards those who have lost his respect. Only high levels of repeated aggravation will goad him towards physical retaliation, but he packs a punch if he’s ever pushed that far. Getting on his good side just doesn’t happen, however; either he dislikes you, or he is agreeable towards you, but he doesn’t pursue the bonds of friendship or a serious relationship. Though he normally runs on an even keel, when his mother’s birthday or the anniversary of her death approaches, he becomes increasingly morose and withdrawn. Rumor has it he dips into the bottle on his time off during these painful anniversaries, but he has never been seen drinking while on duty, only drinking in private at these sorrowful times. History: His father was a Wolfrider who died when Ev was three, so he was raised by his widowed mother, Emira, and his spinster aunt, Cam, in the City. He was a kind, attentive boy, full of vigor in his step and sparkle in his eyes. When he was 11, however, both he and his mother fell gravely ill, and Aunt Cam had to care for them both. Emira insisted that her sister give the best of the medicine to her young son, saying that his growing body was in more danger than her own. Cam begrudgingly agreed, since it was winter and the medicine was in shortened supply. Evrian pulled through, but the sickness lingered within his mother, who slowly died from the ailment, passing away before spring arrived. He was devastated, blaming himself for her death, believing that if he hadn't been sick, she wouldn't have had to give up her portion of the medicine. Aunt Cam took over rearing Evrian, but the loss of soured his mood and personality, causing him to withdraw from forming any permanent, close bonds with others. He vowed to become a Wolfrider, and joined the Academy as soon as he was able, striving to put the memory of his loss behind him, and hoping that he could do so by dedicating his life to protecting others. His fear of establishing a relationship with anyone – especially women -- aggravates Aunt Cam to no end; she constantly nags him in her letters to settle down and take a wife. After all, he’s only getting older and most young men his age are married, some even with precious children. But the only breathing creature that has found a place in his heart since his mother’s death is his wolf partner, who is rarely away from his side. The closest he’s ever come to a girlfriend is a young woman named Chloeste, who has shown an interest in him for years, but never received even the mild flirtations he offers to any pretty girl. Still, she’s the one human he’ll tolerate around him for long stretches of time when he’s off duty. Wolf Name: CinderFrost Age: 4 Gender: Female Patrol: White Shadow Reference Image: LinkAppearance: Her fur is a deep, russet red color, with silvery blue underbelly and undertail. A dark brown stripe runs from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail, stretching across her shoulders and hips in gentle crescent offshoots. The tips of her toes and ankle feathers are the same dark brown, edged with the light silvered blue. He ears are solid brown, and above her eyes and the end of her muzzle are both silver, along with her cheek fringe. Personality: Quiet and observant, CinderFrost appears calm but always has a coiled energy running concealed through her muscles, just beneath the surface. She is rather protective of Evrian, and can even be mildly possessive about him around Chloeste. The wolf values the close relationship she has with her partner as his constant companion and only true confidant, and the persistence of “that human woman,” and Evrian’s acceptance of her presence, makes her uncertain about what would happen if he ever decided to get serious and take a mate like males are supposed to do. It isn’t that she views herself as a replacement for a human bride; rather, she’s worried about what her place in his life might become if he ever finds one. Thus, she views the sweet Chloeste as a potential (though unlikely) threat to the stability of her partnership with Evrian. His flirtations with other girls, however, simply serve to amuse her since she knows he’s just toying with them. Around other wolves, CinderFrost is very respectful and attentive, always holding to her place and virtually never pushed to violence against her own kind (or humans, for that matter, so Chloeste is safe.) She reserves all of her aggression for the disgusting Centipedes. History: She was born four winters ago, and one of her earliest memories is of meeting Evrian. She had been with her mother in the birthing cave for months with her siblings, too young yet to fully understand what would happen on the day Recruits were brought to see them, in hopes of finding a partner. One young man in particular stood out; he was older than most, and had the relaxed air of experience and certianty, if not true confidence. In fact, it was his fourth time, she’d later learn. Every time before, when he’d gone to find a partner, none had bonded to him, the wolves establishing bonds with other recruits instead, leaving him behind without a wolf partner. It would be much later when she came to understand the relief he felt upon seeing her, when she found her attention pulled to him past the others; what she knew then was her own sudden joy at seeing this man, the subtle click she felt when she reached out to his mind. They took to each other quickly, and their partnership since has led them to be nearly flawless in working with each other, each exceptionally compatible with the other in terms of goals and mindset. She provides him the stability of a soul untainted by loss, and he provides the perspective of one who has seen the world for decades, and been through the worst it has to offer.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 6:20 pm
Human
Name: Jamie Milan
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Patrol: White Shadow
Appearance:
Jamie has a light skin tone, short black hair, and brown eyes. She is 5'2" in height.
Personality:
Jamie is a mix of: eccentric, open-minded, optimistic, hardworking, kindhearted, well-mannered, at times unpredictable, and very capable of exemplary focus. Despite her eccentricity, she is ultimately someone who shoots for 100% in her endeavors. Jamie is both an impulsive persona and a thinker. She has her thinking moments, usually when reading and simultaneously further attempting to comprehend the information or while she simply gazes up at the sky during a break. Her impulsiveness may occur anytime whether in fast-paced or more-time-allotting moments, influenced by her most recurring beliefs in her life. And also, she has moments when her impulsiveness and thoughtfulness mix. She acts in accordance to the situation as well as her mood, at times unpredictable indeed. Appearance-wise she looks ordinary and at times thought of as fragile.
What is certain about Jamie is that she has always admired stories of wolfriders and their wolf partners.
History:
Jamie was born to two cotton pickers. Her mother's side is known for their majority being ill at health, her mother Jane was the healthiest among her siblings as she outlived them but after giving birth to her first child, stopped her work in the fields as her physical health deteriorated. Her year-older, bed-ridden brother Gabriel was sickly since birth and past away when she was seventeen. Her ailing mother then became bed-ridden shortly after their loss and past away a year later.
Jamie's childhood dream was to be a wolfrider with a wolf partner like in the stories she heard growing up. As she grew, her respect and interest in her dream grew and she always took the opportunity to be distracted from cotton picking when wolves were within sight. She had two female dogs named Starrywild and Cometfire, who were gifts for her and her brother from her uncle and aunt when she was twelve. However, the two females were prone to snarl at each other and when the two were older and their growls more intimidating than as pups, they were sent back to her uncle's and aunt's care due to Jane's worry for her daughter. Jane feared losing her two children and in her daughter's case would find answers to Jamie's query for permission to enroll in the academy that was evident to Jamie that her mother wished for her to stay close and safe.
Jamie's love and understanding of her mother was great, yes, but she did break rules. Though she was to stick to picking cotton and not chopping the cotton plants or sharpening the hoe as her mother wished, she convinced her father Daniel to let her do the later two. She also went and tended to Starrywild and Cometfire frequently. After her mother's death, the household consisted of just Jamie and her father and on a day out in the fields when her father caught her distracted by the sight of wolves, he suggested encouragingly her unvoiced yearning: to enroll in the Academy. She entered the academy at the age of nineteen equipped with who she was with the experiences that took part in shaping her, her dream of wolfriding, the information on wolfriding she'd sought and gathered in her memory while growing up, and having been strengthened by her work in the fields. She was an enthusiastic student, opening and starting on reading her texts soon after receiving them and taking the initiative and opportunities to arrive ahead of appointed training times.
Jamie became eligible to bond with a wolf partner after a year in the academy and bonded with Skycrash soon after.
Wolf
Name: Skycrash
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Patrol: White Shadow
Appearance:
Skycrash is a black wolf, 16 hh in height.
Personality:
Skycrash and Jamie are like two peas in a pod and yet can be as different as sun and moon. The pair are most alike in their dedication to their mission to defend against centipede attacks.
Skycrash has a natural air of calmness and dignity about her. In silence and in action she is tough in appearance. She is also really quite agreeable company though and may behave in ways or comfortably discuss topics that don't match her tough appearance and then there are times when tough describes her in and out. She is well-mannered. Also, she does at times seem to turn into a trickster of a pup around her rider. Unpredictability is the second most similar trait of the wolf and the rider.
She is also very similar to her rider in her own unique kind of eccentricity. She swaps the big-sister role with Jamie frequently, which can happen in any type of interaction with each other, such as when it comes to who's telling the stories as she enjoys learning about humans being that she finds them interesting and she would tell Jamie about wolves or who's helping who when the other is injured. When she plays, she plays rough.
History:
Humans fascinated Skycrash since she was a pup at the academy and though it wasn't apparent before that day, she was eager to choose her partner deciding she'd look for the one who both resembled and yet differed from her. Scanning the candidates, Skycrash calmly stood from where she'd been sitting and observing and approached the, with a haphazard glance, fragile-seeming Jamie with no hesitation, amused by all the details the recruit was eagerly taking in with--at a closer examination--a composed and alert state, which sparked her curiosity. An unusual meeting it was that had even included Jamie in the grasp of Skycrash's jaws. Even with having been with Jamie for years, the wolf and rider agree to still being a puzzle to each other and at the same time knowing each other well. An exception to the extremes of this contradiction is in matters regarding their mission, where in instances such as in training and missions their similarity in focus is most consistent.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 8:08 pm
HumanName: Ahna Julian Age: 23 Gender: Female Patrol: New Eve Appearance: Ahna is average height and weight for her age. Her once long blond hair has been chopped extremely short, much to Snowrose's amusement. Her eyes are a brillant green, always shining with determination and hope. Her skin is light colored, almost as pale as a ghost. Personality:Three words that can describe Ahna?: Ditzy, sweet-hearted, and determined. Unfortunately, putting all those together can only lead to problems. She does rather reckless and stupid things, such as jumping in front of a centipede (during patrols and the like) to protect something "valuable", even if it's something like a shiny rock or a pretty flower. She's nearly got herself killed on several occasions (according to Snowrose, "nine times.... and counting!"). Apart from her "heroic missions", Ahna is adventurous and ready to leap to the rescue of any and all who need help. She's also quite open minded, sharing all her feelings and life stories to Snowrose on a regular basis (though Snowrose usually blocks her out). She would tell her life story to a centipede if it didn't try to eat her. Her thoughts on Snowrose are positive. She thinks that there is good and happiness in everyone, even killer centipedes, and tries to bring out the best in them. Although sometimes Snowrose and Ahna sometimes rub each other the wrong way, they often get along and can be found sitting together and talking. History:Ahna's father was dead before she was even born, thus never knowing his daughter. Despite this early tragedy, Mitzy (Ahna's mother), raised her child alone. She taught the young, bright eyed girl of the wolfriders and their wolf companions. It became Ahna's dream to become a rider herself, to protect the world from the evils of centipedes and the like. When she was thirteen, Mitzy died of a heart attack. Ahna, heartbroken, sought out the fort of New Eve, where she became a recruit. After training for many years, it was finally time to get her own wolf. On the day when the recruits picked out a wolf, however, she overslept. There was only one wolf left: Snowrose. At first not understanding why the wolf wouldn't pick another recruit, Ahna soon learned why. The beast had a terrible temper, often having tantrums and snarling at all who tried to talk to her. The two tightened their bond after a centipede attack. Ahna had jumped in front of Snowrose, trying to shield her from the beast coming at them. The two had survived the ordeal, thanks to Snow's quick reflexes and Ahna being frozen with terror (Snow had grabbed her shirt with her teeth and pulled her out of the way). Now the two are very close, though they do have some issues due to differences in personality. EDIT: The attack happened during a mission. Yup yup :3 WolfName: Snowrose Age: 5 Gender: Female Patrol: New Eve  Appearance: Snowrose's base color is white. Her back legs are light pink colored, stopping midthigh. Her paws are white. Her right front leg is white with a dark pink paw. Her left front leg repeats the pattern of her back legs, except spreading off her legs onto her fur. She has a dark pink "mask" on her face that surrounds her eyes (which are yellow) and extends down her muzzle to her nose. Personality:Snow is rather foul tempered and vain, not caring for many except for herself. And Ahna, though the human, in Snow's opinion, is too stupid to notice. She's also aggressive, though not physically, and sharp tongued. According to Ahna, she's "as vain and nitpicky as a peacock". Despite her outer shell of confidence and arrogance, Snowrose is sometimes unsure of what to do with herself, or what choices to make. She has never outwardly showed these feelings, though sometimes Ahna can pick them up. Her thoughts about her rider are mixed. Sometimes she believes that Ahna is too stupid for the planet and will probably jump right into a centipede's mouth. Other times she cares a lot about her, and feels responsible for everything that happens to her. History: Although many recruits wished her to be their partner, her foul temper drove them away. When all her other sibling had riders, she had no one. And, quite frankly, she was happy about that. She didn't want to be the same as all the other wolves, forced into slavery with the humans. Although she thought she was safe after all the recruits left, Snow found out who she would be partnered with. A young, ditzy recruit tottered into the cave, picked her up (despite her protests, Snow actually was quite interested in her, after a quick scan (opposites attract, I guess)), and became her partner. Although at first sour, she eventually grew used to Ahna. Now she only cares for serving her pack and defending her partner from all dangers, including herself. [Edited]
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Cake and Grief Counseling
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SilverStarrSapphire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:40 pm
Since every single entry has some factual discrepancy so far, let's go over some of the facts.
1. All City residents stay within the Valley's perimeters as all the livestock, crop and herbs are grown within the walls. NOBODY leaves the safety of the walls, since the only exits out are the Forts and the Wolfriders won't let anybody out anyways. So no "running out into the woods and attacked by a centipede" - only Wolfriders are ever injured/killed by centipedes.
2. All recruits attend the Academy, which is a structure by itself near the City and not in any of the Forts. Recruits MUST study at the Academy for at least one year, otherwise they will not have learned all the basic skills necessary to become a Wolfrider - NO EXCEPTIONS. Once a recruit has bonded with a wolf, then he/she is transferred to one of the Forts.
3. All wolves MUST bond when they are 3 months old - once a wolf is past 3-months of age, their mind is no longer capable of accepting a telepathic bond with a human. There has never been a case of a wolf not bonding and there never will be. And it is the WOLF that chooses the human, not the other way around - the wolf kind of glances through all the recruits' minds and seeks out the most compatible one to bond with.
I expect all previous entries to be edited and all future submissions to take all this into account.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:14 pm
Human Name: Iris Anderson Age: 23 Gender: Female Patrol: White Shadow Appearance: Though short and attractively curvaceous, Iris still manages to appear slender as well. Back home she was said to be “as beautiful as the rainbow.” Traditionalists prefer her looks because she is beautiful without having any odd color mutations. Her hair is a dark, rich brown that hangs in thick, wavy locks to the small of her back. But she keeps her silky hair in a single loose braid over one shoulder, tied neatly with a simple red ribbon. Technically the purpose is to keep it all out of her face, but thin locks often escape and float about anyways. Her blue-grey eyes are often clouded with longing, but when she is pleased they shine with a childlike joy that has never quite left her. Her skin is neither pale nor dark, but colored with the healthy glow of youth. This same youthful energy extends even to her light, slightly clumsy, carefree movements. Personality: Long years helping to raise her younger siblings have given Iris a motherly sort of instinct and a strong flair for leadership. She has a strong sense of justice and a need to see that everyone is treated fairly. As a result, she hates bullies. She simply cannot coexist with one. Despite her small stature she can make an imposing figure when sticking up for a youngster. She nurtures a sort of pride in taking younger, newer people under her wing wherever she is--as a recruit, younger recruits, now as a private, apprentices. Aside from her motherliness, though, she is still the embodiment of an awkward, insecure young adult, still growing into her beautiful body and trying to catch up mentally and emotionally to what she has physically. When confiding in friends she will often refer to “a sort of longing” that stirs within her. Perhaps for a man to care for her, perhaps for children to care for, perhaps for something beyond her words and imagination. She wants something, but doesn’t quite know what. The longing has diminished to almost nothing since she met Silversoul, but still it lingers. Silversoul is the love and obsession of her life. Ever since a few days after their bonding she has adored him, doted on him, needed him. Her life revolves around him. His tender, strong care for her have brought out a passionate love she never knew she was capable of. The few times she has seen him punished by an Alpha or Beta she has been enraged to the point of actually attacking the offending wolf. Ever since then they have meted out their punishment without her present. Despite the fact that he is multiple times her size, she has never gotten over her need to protect him, a tendency that shames them both. Before authority she is polite and respectful, save when she sees injustice. In the heat of the moment she will often lose all sense of her rank and upbraid any man in whatever way she sees fit. For this reason she often sticks to herself, with Silversoul, to avoid conflict. Though she is aware that she is not always right, her instincts sometimes don’t agree. History: Iris’ first years were blissful ones. Her young parents treasured her, loved her, doted on her, and gave her their fullest attention. But then when she was two, their obsessive love of children led them to adopt a newborn baby whose Wolfrider parents could not care for him properly. Immediately there was a change, subtle but sure. Her parents were never neglectful, but their time and attention were abruptly transferred to the frail infant. Over the course of the years, Iris ended up gaining seven adopted younger siblings by the time she was twelve. Her parents could not sanely manage so many children but her mother, believed to have an obsessive compulsive disorder but refusing to officially find out, refused to give up a single child to another home. So being the eldest, Iris found herself obligated to help constantly with her younger brothers and sisters, being nearly a second mother to the two youngest. Not only could she not take any time to herself, her education was affected as her mother more and more frequently called her out of school to care for the younger ones. When she was fourteen, a neighbor discovered the chaotic conditions in the home and alerted the authorities. Iris’ mother was taken away for therapy, the adopted children to other homes, and Iris herself to board at the Academy as her father was found to be a drug addict from stress over his wife and taken to rehab. By that time Iris knew little of girls her own age, and had difficulty making friends as a young recruit. She could not remember what it was like to be loved and appreciated. Though she had matured in many ways, love had not touched her for a very long time… Then Silversoul danced into her life and swept her away. She was at once stunned and thrilled that the young wolf she’d admired most for his subtle beauty and fluid grace had chosen her. Completely ignorant of his motives, she only knew that she adored him. Her constant doting and admiration gradually won his heart, and the pair became inseparable. Off in the woodlands and fields, she would tell him her favorite childhood stories of the Middle Ages, in an era long long ago. Not until a year or two later did she realize how much her tales affected him. All she knew was that he became much more courteous, both towards her and others, paid a tad more respect due his elders, and ceased his cruel teasing. She found that no matter what she did, he stuck stubbornly by her, and soon she began to open up to him, explaining things he already knew in a way only she understood. To her he was a friend, a brother, a mentor, a listener—nearly a lover, strange as the idea was. Her entire adult life and being have been shaped around him, to the point that the separation of death would do irreparable damage to not only her emotional but her physical health. Wolf Name: Silversoul Age: 5 Gender: Male Patrol: White Shadow Appearance: Small of frame and dark in color, Silversoul is not striking or remarkable at first glance. His dark blue-grey fur is hardly stunning, but when the light hits it just right subtle rainbows are visible in muted colors, blending smoothly into the rest of his body. They are wide and not perfectly outlined, seeming to flicker in and out of vision roughly about his tail, face, left hind leg, right foreleg, and ever so slightly over his chest. His eyes are a light blue-grey and ever alert. He is noticeably graceful, even among wolves, seeming to glide effortlessly over the ground. Personality: Silversoul is as near a dreamer as a wolf may be. His wild imagination tends to earn him a slight disapproval in the eyes of his superiors, what with his endless fantasies and daydreams. Some other wolves feel that his emotions and thought patterns are too human, that he does not act as a true wolf should, and that his bonded partner has had too much influence on him. Human values of honor and pride fascinate and inspire him, attitudes much out of place in a young Gamma. He tends to offend older, higher-ranked wolves without meaning to. He feels he must strive for honor, to be some sort of chivalrous lupine version of a knight. As a result he is respectful of authority only if he feels they are in the right, and he has a proud, stubborn streak in him. Pride, before he met Iris, was a reason to torment others, to make himself look bigger and more powerful, and a reason to hate authority. But he has learned to channel his pride in more constructive ways--as a motivation, a purpose, a reason to keep trying harder. Since bonding his contempt for females has completely dissolved. Iris is as soft, weak, and silly as he is a born Alpha, and he is quite glad of it. His respect for females, previously nonexistent, has become stronger more genuine. Also he has learned to temper his raw emotions, slightly, in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts which inevitably pain his bonded. He has not entirely abandoned his lupine nature, still acting very much a wolf by instinct. Yet he is always a thinker, a dreamer, and sometimes in his mind, even a knight. History: As a pup Silversoul loved to exploit rules and boundaries, finding loopholes and things he “hadn’t been told to not to do.” Perhaps it was his small size, but he had an intense desire to act tough. Against his mother's admonishments, he would mingle with the more mischievous pups and absorbed much of their influence. He grew proud, stubborn, and very disrespectful towards authority. When he was still a pup he got away with his impudence more often, but as he grew older he began to become more acquainted towards the consequences. Yet punishments served only to make him smarter, more subtle and sly in his troublemaking. He got in trouble less, not because he was improving his mannerisms, but because he grew clever about them. He had a natural contempt for females, thinking them soft and silly, and would tease them abominably. By the time he was three months old, he could fool all but the wisest wolves into thinking he was a meek, respectful youngster, all the while mocking them behind their back. His pride, ever forced to stand aside before higher ranking wolves, satisfied itself in putting down those he felt were inferior. When the time came to bond with a human and he searched the minds of the young recruits, he picked Iris because she was the smallest and weakest, with a mind that for all its motherliness was insecure and unappreciated. The contrast between the two would bring out his superiority. Was he ever wrong. Her strong sense of justice had an enormous positive influence on him as an adolescent. She seldom contradicted him, adored him, yet in her own quiet way she tamed him. He grew ever fonder of her, and more inclined to work with her rather than over her. Her favorite tales of the age long before even World War I, of honor and knights and noble quests, stirred him. She taught him that didn't need to be large and strong and tough to gain respect and honor. Rather than being his tool, she became his equal and his partner. He has never regretted his decision, only his motives. Even when her gender causes shortcomings in their military performance or humiliation to him he takes it in stride. He dotes on her, seeking out whatever troubles her and fixing it as best he can. Somewhat possessive, he has grown increasingly agitated as she more frequently receives flowers and poetry from lovestruck young men. He cannot bear the thought of one day finding she loves some puny human more than him. Bond Both Iris and Silversoul constantly seek to please each other, sometimes making ridiculous sacrifices in order to do so. They are about as close or closer than a couple…as close as a human and wolf can decently be. Some disapprove of their mutual obsession, while others find them charming, adorable, even occasionally a model of what a wolf-and-rider relationship should be like. They really pay little attention to these opinions unless there are negative towards the other, in which case they are fierce in defense of one another. Iris' biggest problem is that she cannot, to any stretch of the imagination, function well in battle without Silversoul in her mind. She will go blank, lost, and completely panicky. Silversoul, on the other hand, hates to be without her but fights even more effectively so that he can be over with the situation and be by her side again.
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SilverStarrSapphire Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 10:34 pm
The only reason I am addressing this is because it hasn't been mentioned in any of the shop information.
However, a wolf is born completely wild with only wolfish instincts - they don't come into contact with humans and thus, do not understand any type of human behavior (including the human language). It's not until a wolf bonds with a human do they understand human intelligence and knowledge, and they begin adopting humanish behavior.
When a wolf pup reaches 3 months old, the mother senses that the telepathic part of their mind has opened enough and allows them to meet the recruits. Because their telepathy has just been "unlocked," the pups immediately search out the most compatible mind among the humans as a source of comfort for their newfound mentality.
Wolf pups are discouraged (especially by their mothers) to leave the den for too long, but there are still the adventurous and bold ones that'll escape from time to time. But since they're usually wary of the unknown, and to them the humans are the unknown, they stay away from the Academy altogether. The pups only explore the wilderness surrounding the caves, which the recruits aren't allowed near until bonding time.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 12:58 pm
Human
Name: Alister Shields
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Patrol: White Shadow
Appearance: A flood of curly blond hair, fading from gold to crimson at the tips brushes just below his shoulder and a single curl of crimson frames a pale face too beautiful to be so cold. Mismatched eyes of green and brown, holding every bit of ice as a mid-winter storm and all the venom of a black mamba on the hunt.
Personality: A cold, calculating individual Alister has no qualms stepping on others to get to the top and then some. Of course stepping on others isn't the only way to get places and he knows it. A shameless flirt when the opportunity arises, this boy will lure you in with a smile and a few honeyed words and drop you in an instant should he loose interest. A cold-hearted viper, Alister's only loyalty is to his wolf and no one else, of course that doesn't mean you won't find him dragging someone off for a fling...or two.
History: The moment Alister took his first conscious step into the world, his parents knew he was going to be trouble. A spoiled child could only end up being pure trouble and so said, so done. An oddly silent child, with a fascination for things other people...normal people found disturbing and a tendency to keep very few close friends, and an even greater one of chewing others out with such a remoteness that many questioned his humanity.
Startled and ashamed at the multiple reports coming in from other parents, and his tutors, Alister's parents shipped him off to the academy with the hope that the bright but disturbing child would change for the better. That hope however was quickly shredded when at the age of nineteen the young man turned up with a midnight black wolf, and an even darker attitude. Dismayed but helpless, Alister and his parents parted on a bitter note and since then he has refrained from visiting them unless absolutely necessary.
Wolf
Name: Twilight
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Patrol: White Shadow
Appearance: With a pelt the color of midnight and mismatched eyes one gold and the other green Twilight has been through hell and back and the scars on her muzzle more than vouche for that. The tips of her ears and tail are coated in white and and around one eye is a silver star.
Personality: A charmingly polite wolf when the situation warrents it, Twilight is of the motherly sort when it comes to younger wolves and riders which often leaves her at odds with Alister over just how the new wolfrider pairs should be treated, even after ten years of being a team. On the flip side of this motherly persona is an experienced wolf with a will and mind covered in ice who won't hesitate to chew you out if you rub her the wrong way. Completely loyal to her rider, she will defend him to the end even if she doesn't always agree with his actions.
History: A little oddball in a litter of bright colored pups, Twilight found herself the subject of her siblings many pranks and jokes. Such jokes were more often than not met with a snap and snarl until the offending pup either backed down or got beat down. By time their mother decided they were ready to meet the recruits little Twilight had become something of an outcast among her own family, which..suited her just fine since it meant she would get a moment's peace.
Glancing through the minds of the recruits before her, little Twilight found herself near disappointment when she reached the end of the line of unclaimed recruits before something...or rather someone tugged at her mind. Confused for a moment and tilting her head this way and that to get a sense of just where the feeling was coming from. The moment her eyes locked with Alister's, an odd sense of belonging settled over her. Sure his mind was a little...strange but strange was interesting and from what she'd sensed among the other recruits...they weren't interesting enough for her liking.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 11:52 am
Human Name: Keahi Xiophne Age: 24 Gender: Female Patrol: New Eve Appearance: Keahi has almost crystal blue eyes, with a touch of gray. She has brunette hair, but there are red streaks that flow though it. She likes to keep her hair short, so it will stay out of her face. Personality: In a way Keahi doesn't like to show her feelings. Most of the time will put up a mean and rude mask on to hide that she truly cares. She mostly just wants to be left alone, so she can do work in peace. She also has a strong sense of protection, because of what happen when she was young. Since Keahi bonded with Firemoon, she started to ease up. You will see Keahi the most happy when it is just her and Firemoon. There will be time where you will see her to make fun of Firemoon to make her lighten up. With a deep love for nature, Keahi likes to try to understand things. Since she tries to understand, Keahi doesn't hate the centipedes, she just realized that they are trying to survive just like the humans and wolves. History: Keahi would have never thought about becoming a wolfrider, if her parents didn't keep nagging her about. Their dream was to have one of the children to become one. Sadly, Keahi was their only child. She didn't know what to think at first about it. It wasn't until she was 6, when decided that she didn't want to go. It was because she had found a couple boys and girl beating up a cat. Without thinking Keahi stepped up and punching one of the boys to get them to stop. She ended up getting lots of bruises and cuts, but she was able to chase the other kids away. She did her best to help heal the cat, but the next the day he had died. She blamed herself, since she did know enough about medicine. After that, she refused to even talk about becoming a wolfrider. She never did tell her parents why, but she didn't like the feeling of not being able to help when she was needed. When she turn 17, her parents somehow was able to trick her into going to the Academy. Saying that she only had a few years before she would be too old, plus she like the wolves. If she didn't became a wolfrider, she could see if there was another job for her. Now that she was here she just figure she would stay here until they kick her out, then her parents would stop bugging her. Since she never really tried to do well in her classes or training, she almost fail out. Keahi would have too, if the Drill Sergeant didn't keep pointing it out to her. That just got on her nerves, and she had to prove him wrong. She was just barely able to stay in. Now that she has been at the Academy for about a year she is starting to wonder if becoming a wolfrider is a good thing. It took Keahi another year before she prove herself ready for a chance to bond with a wolf. As she stood there to see if any of the pups would pick her, started to think if it was the right thing for her to do. Just as one of the pups was coming over to her, she decided to let faith tell her if she did make the right choice. That was when she bonded with her wolf, Firemoon. Things went as normal once she was bonded, she moved to the fort and started as an apprentice, until Firemoon was a year old. RIght now Keahi is just tryng her best to do as she is told and do her best to help protect the people within the wall. Wolf Name: Firemoon Age: 5 Gender: Female Patrol: New Eve  Another pictureAppearance: Her body is gray with black and red markings. The tip of her tail is black, flanked by red. She has black legs, the front ones have a small curve on the shoulder. One either side of the black , there is red that curves toward the black. Her back legs, the black comes into three points with the red covering the two outside ones. Her face is mostly black, with the red over the eyes and on the cheeks. Personality: If you think Keahi is rude, look out for her wolf. Firemoon, is pretty much mean to everyone, expect Keahi and those that rank above her. Though Keahi swears, that Firemoon wasn't always like mean, and that she was one a happy playful pup when they first bonded. History: Like many of the wolves, Firemoon was born from an Alpha pair. There isn't much to a wolf's early life. She was force to stay in the cave, and she played with her siblings. She loved to play-fight, and she was even able to sneak out once. Her little adventure didn't last that, since her mother quickly brought her back to the cave. When it was time to bond with a recruit, she was a little unsure what to think what to think of these strange creatures. Her mind went to though one to another until she landed on Keahi. She could also feel that she was unsure, she slowly went toward her. But it wasn't until Keahi seemed to let out of it. And that was when Firemoon knew that Keahi was the right rider for her. BondSince they meet, they have both change. Keahi become more friendly and open, while Firemoon, took on Keahi's rude mask on. The only thing with Firemoon, is the rudeness is always on.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 2:49 pm
HumanName: Domonique Koshka Age: 25 Gender: Male Patrol: White Shadow Appearance:Domonique stands at 5"3' and is rather toned for someone his age, not a lot but enough to get noticed which is good considering his height. His flame red hair carries a few blond and orange high lights and gives him a hot temper in appearance, his forest green eyes hold flicks of brown and the occasional gold yet keep his solid stare and barely ever shine like many would assume. Much like his father and mother, Domonique does carry his family's signature freckles but he does not take after his fathers fashion sense. Personality:Living in the forts is tough and doesn't leave room for much sun shine and fun at least according to Domonique. He is a serious character, insisting that he fears nothing when he truly does. Domonique is short tempered and can easily be persuaded to do something dangerous. He does not stand for insults and is more then ready to shoot back at the person who calls him short. Work and lack of structure built up pride and loyalty within him that he has towards his family and those living among the forts. Unlike many he fears wolves but he does not hate them, he's more fascinated by them. He doesn't know the reason nor does he bother to ever find out, at this moment he has a sudden distaste towards that fascination. After all, because of it he's ended up with a Wolf of his own. Due to this new creature in his life Domonique has become more distant, more secretive to those around him. His work has become sloppier and he appears far more exhausted then usual. Many worry for him yet he shuns them aside and insist that it is nothing. History:Domonique was raised in the fort White shadow from an early age as both his parents were wolf riders. Starting at an early age Domonique didn't view the world quite like everyone else had. This was due to a large unseen accident with his fathers wolf. Being only five Domonique was curious about why his parents left the fort at random times and hadn't ever been allowed to join them in the den on the other side of the door in the living room. Having been curious one day he waited until his parents had been called away, from the home for some reason or another Domonique found his way into the den. Once in the dark place what he found there frightened him, one large wolf towered over him. Eyes settled on the large white teeth set in the giant creatures mouth, not understanding what they were Domonique had been traumatized from the encounter and has feared wolves ever since. As time passed both Domonique's parents began to worry about his fear of the wolves and in an attempt to cure him of his situation, sent him off to the academy. Domonique found the academy a little more comforting than he had found his life at the fort where he had been surrounded by wolves constantly. Happy to be away from the greatest fear of his life Domonique drowned himself in study. Constantly goaded into trouble by his classmates Domonique quickly learned that the only few he could really rely on was nothing more than his books, and possibly his crazed drill sergeant. Being ahead of the class without the constant focus or want to bond with a wolf, Domonique was shocked when his name had been drawn to travel with about two other classmates and his drill sergeant. Having not focused on the guidelines of bonding with a wolf, Domonique found himself for than confused. Upon reaching the den of the wolves Domonique found this to be a real challenge, having always put on a tough guy front he found himself standing back from everyone. But the hardest part was yet to come, it all happened when the female pup walked forward towards him. Debating between his fear of the wolves and the front he wanted to maintain, Domonique struggled within himself to remain standing as the wolf approached. As time passed Domonique learned that Bluesnow -as he had named her- wasn't the same fearsome wolf he had seen his his childhood. He learned quickly that she was completely dependent on him for all her care, and this in turn slowly began to warm him up to her way. But it had been a long and tiresome process for both the wolf and himself. Today even though Domonique fears wolves he has learned to rely on Bluesnow in battle. Being no more than a private Domonique has been coaxed by Bluesnow to take in an inexperienced rider right out of the academy and become a patron. With much regret, he had no choice but to agree. WolfName:Bluesnow Age: 7 Gender: female Patrol: White shadow Appearance: Personality:Bluenow is very curious and clumsy which often gets her into trouble. She doesn't intend for these things to happen, they just do and when they do she's prepared for the full course of punishment as she has to learn herself due to Domonique's lack of attention. Bluesnow is good natured and kind hearted, she hates seeing Domonique work hard and exhaust himself. She hates it even more that she is unable to help him during these times, because he refuses to listen to her part of the time. Bluesnow is innocent, she has an understanding of what fear lies within Domonique and strives every day to show him she isn't what he fears. Bluesnow is easy to befriend and is extremely loyal to those she loves and cares for. History:Bluesnow like all the other wolves was born wild in a cave, having had no previous knowledge of the human race she was confused and overwhelmed when the small group had been brought to see her. Confusion seemed to mull that moment in time only vaguely remembering the feeling of searching with her mind, something she hadn't done before. It was at the very edge that Bluesnow reached out towards something afraid. Being a female she was instantly drawn towards that fear in a need to heal and nurture -a basic female instinct-. Her fist few weeks away from anything and everything she had ever known thrown into a wold where she knew nothing, was the hardest time in Bluesnow's life. And probably the most awakening time, she had to learn fast how to communicate with the human she had bonded with in order to eat. And within still came the need to comfort Domonique, it took years before he eventually warmed up to her kind heart and grew to trust her. BondThis bond is strong linking both a fearful heart with a loving and nurturing soul. Only Bluesnow really has access to the true person Domonique is, and through this she is attempting to coax Domonique into reaching out towards another human. -edited-
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 1:19 am
WINNERSKemi_KiiNiko Elsendor Shikamaru Silyvant Xiaflame If your human character does not already exist, simply post for him/her in the Recruiting Thread. For the wolf, you can order any type of custom (premade, semi-custom, or full custom) - simply post the following form in this thread and send the correct cost for that type to the mule (Aera Lupus): [b]Type:[/b]
[b]Cost:[/b]
[u][b]Human[/b][/u]
[b]For which character?[/b]
[b]RP Links:[/b]
[u][b]Wolf[/b][/u]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Male / Female
[b]Pack Preference:[/b] New Eve / White Shadow
[b]Colors:[/b] (Color/Semi/Full Customs)
[b]Pattern:[/b] (Semi/Full Customs)
[b]Description of What You Want:[/b] (Full Customs only)
[b]Line Edits:[/b] (BRIBE only)
[b]Reference Pics, if any:[/b] Also, please feel free to start working on their Profiles. But you still need to wait for approval before you can start roleplaying. ^^
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 1:23 am
Type: Semi-Custom Cost: 20k HumanFor which character? Alister Shields RP Links: N/A WolfName: Twilight Gender: Female Pack Preference: White Shadow Colors: Black, silver Pattern: Star around eye Description of What You Want: (Full Customs only) Line Edits: (BRIBE only) Reference Pics, if any: [x]
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:36 am
Type: Full custom Cost: 30k Human For which character? Keahi Xiophne RP Links: Life is like a ButterflyWolf Name: Firemoon Gender: Female Pack Preference: New Eve Colors: Gray, black, red, Pattern: Flame like markings Description of What You Want: Her body is gray with black and red markings. The tip of her tail is black, flanked by red. She has black legs, the front ones have a small curve on the shoulder. One either side of the black , there is red that curves toward the black. Her back legs, the black comes into three points with the red covering the two outside ones. Her face is mostly black, with the red over the eyes and on the cheeks. (haha copy and paste) Line Edits: (BRIBE only) Reference Pics, if any: [x] [x]
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