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Hi, my name is Mistress Trinket, but I would appreciate it if everyone called me Trinket.

I'm a college student, a future educator with a concentration in Social Sciences. I intend to be an elementary teacher. This spring I receive my AS and from there will hopefully go on to obtain my BA.

I have role played since I was thirteen on forums. What some do not realize is that they were roleplaying long before that even if it wasn't text based. People played house, with barbie and G.I. Joe, pretended to be power rangers and so much more when they were young. Just think of a LARP (Live Action Role Play), at one time or another almost everyone engaged in something like that on a very minute scale at some point in their life. Roleplay is fun!

I've been role-playing wolves since around 2002 or 2003. At a place that is now long gone I played an Alpha named Noel Kringle of the Qixak Pack. I was very sad when it was time for him to perish, but now I'm working on a long family saga centering around his family. I have the first chapter written which starts with his grandfather Sangesh Kringle and Emertsu his mate.

Roleplay Example as Wanageeska Kringle:

Quietly he walked, though at a pace one might have thought a snail could out run. No, Wanageeska wasn't quite that concerned if it meant going faster could wind up with him passing out. At least the sun had begun to dry his water logged body, since even with a shake not every particle of water seemed to dissipate and disappear from the locks of white fur that were wetted down or up in spikes due to the moisture he'd taken on, on his landing, or rather the tree being placed ashore by the current of the sea beating against the grains of sand that liked to stick between his phalanges even now. At the moment it was rather unpleasant and every couple of steps he took he had to shake one or another of his paws in hopes of dislodging the grains that clung to him. However he did not grumble or swear even to himself, doing so after all never did anything to help the situation anyway. This situation just keeps getting worse, bizarre though it is, but can't go back and risk the jaws of death. There are sharks out there and I might not be so lucky to escape possibly being eaten alive by those beasts of the water and I do not wish to have a watery grave, especially not one quite so gruesome an end. He could not help a shudder at the thought about how those jaws and all those rows of teeth might have done to him had he not been so fortunate that they'd found something else to occupy them.

He hadn't even realized there was someone else on the beach as he thought about these little problems he'd come across and how he'd ended up in such a place he'd never even known. He hadn't heard someone speak either to him at the first due to the blood that had been rushing through his temple at a speed which had caused his dizzyness upon first setting paw onto the unfamiliar sands of a distant shore. He'd not been the type to go searching for adventures so far from his homeland and certainly if he'd been given a choice would not have wished to arrive there alone without a comrade whom he knew and trusted. Really you should stop thinking about that. I know, but it is rather difficult when it's so very recently that I ended up in a place I know nothing about what-so-ever. Understandable, but try to think on the bright side. I don't really think there is a bright side, but I suppose I'll have to try just so that I don't lose my mind. He sighed, which he found himself doing quite a bit as of late within the last few moments certainly, but what else was he to do, he couldn't even find an answer for himself. Which might have also been a factor in his not recognizing that there was someone else on the beach with him who was quickly approaching him. That was until the femme was close and spoke again to him, causing him to stop and inch back a step or two wearily. Well it looks like you're not alone, but this isn't someone known to me. Just don't panic, so far she doesn't seem to be out for your blood. Neither does she wreak of blood and rouge.

He tilted his head and gave a slight bow of introduction after hearing her state her name and status. "I be Wanageeska Kringle, Hunter and substitute Bard o' the Savage Angel Pack... although I might'n be able ta return 'ome so I'm guessin' then that I've become a loner e'en if the Savage Angel scent still clings ta me, tis mighty dangerous in them waters to be returning the way I came even ifn by accident." Again a raspy voice that to some in the past had sounded almost if not quite feminine to match his facial features. Wanageeska had no inkling what the fae might have been thinking, but he'd never have made any kind of a spy, he wasn't of a devious nature, though none who didn't yet know him would realize that. Even as a hunter he could be somewhat clumsy, though he was able to help out the others when it came to grabbing some grub since he was a bit on the large side. That was probably why they often placed him in a strategic spot and ran the selected meal toward him so he could jump out and put his weight upon the animal since if he were the one in the chase there were times that he could make all the best laid plans go up in smoke.

He watched the one who'd stated that her name was Azania Astrophel, but it wasn't a name he knew nor had ever even heard of. She seemed friendly enough with the movement of her tail, although the sharp teeth that were revealed made him wonder if this weren't just some ploy. He cast the thought aside, You shouldn't be so paranoid, its sooo not like you at all. Oh what do you know. Alot, after all we are the same voice of the same creature, but with two different opinions warring against one another most of the time though we have managed to agree before. He had to wonder if maybe he should stop talking and then replying to himself, but hey at least it wasn't outloud, usually.

Name: Inanna
Age:
DOB: February 1
Zodiac: Aquarius
Birth Flower: Violet
Birth Tree: Cypress
Birth Stone: Amethyst
Birth Totem: Otter

Family:
Mother: Rhea
Father: Brannx
Siblings: Trouble (m), Demi (f), Rift (m), Lookaz (f)

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Personality: Inanna is a playful kit who enjoys each day life brings and each night that falls, waiting for the next adventure big or small. There is very little time or situations in which she does not feel joy, for she finds joy in all things and creatures. She is exuberant in her delight and has never been afraid to share her feelings or what she may have found or learned. It seems as though she is filled with endless laughter and so it is rare to catch her without hearing the tinkling of her laughter. Should one find her, but not hear a single and sincere giggle, then one must take note that something must be wrong.

While she is very adaptable to new surroundings and situations, she does so dislike to be lonely. Therefore one will often find her trying to make new friends whenever the opportunity to do so presents itself, because she does not wish to be alone or lonely. In all things she is optimistic, which is another reason one will not usually find her in any sort of melancholy mood, but when it comes to being lonely that is one time she may have a sort of pessimistic view. Even so, she will try to find the joy in her solitude and only hope that soon someone else will come her way or spend time with her. Despite this, she does have a bit of an independent streak, while loathing to feel loneliness she has ideas of her own which she has a desire to pursue.

Fears: Snakes, creepy looking trees, cliffs, sometimes her own shadow and the color orange.
Aspirations: To be a great adventurer and too to someday have a brood of her own when she is fully grown and mature.

History: Inanna was born on a cold day in the month of February. Although it was chill, being next to her mother and other siblings made her warm. She's made it past the critical first forty-eight hours, but has a lot of growing up to do and so much to explore.

Friends:
Acquaintances: Dimitri
Enemies:
Mentors:

Obtained: In speed claim held by

Name: Kayeli
Name Meaning: I love you!
Age: Wolf
DOB: February 3
Zodiac: Aquarius
Birth Flower: Violet
Birth Tree: Cypress
Birth Stone: Amethyst
Birth Totem: Otter

Family
Mother: N/A?
Father: N/A?
Siblings: N/A?
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Pack Currently N/A, but intends to join one, once her bio is completed.
Rank Currently N/A

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Personality: Although often quiet, Kayeli is no shy and insecure lass, she simply only speaks when she feels that she has something worth saying or has been spoken too directly. She's not about to jump in and say something like "I smell egg on your breath," or anything quite so silly. She is however confident and carries herself so, but she's not disrespectful and therefore will show her proper place by lowering whatever portion of her needs to be in order to show respect to others around her. Being so secure and confident she rarely if ever feels threatened, but that doesn't mean she's so conceited that she never considers the possibility that she might be in trouble or somehow lose a challenge or fight, or fail in a hunt should any of those events arise.

Luckily for Nayeli she has these two traits, otherwise meeting and greeting might have become a difficult task after awhile, but she's not afraid to meet anyone new. No matter how antagonistic, sour or melancholy someone new might be, her confidence does not waver, because after all she thinks they might just be having a bad day or they treat everyone in such a manner. She'll try not to comment to much on another creatures mannerisms, unless she feels it truly necessary for whatever reason or if the long fuse on her temper has finally been lit and the fire has trailed to exploding point. It takes quite a bit to get on Kayeli's bad side, unless someone has harmed friends, family or pack members should she happen to have or be in any.

Kayeli loves to chase things, be it a butterfly on the wind, another wolf running, or during a hunt. One will rarely hear of her turning down a chance to do something that involves chasing and therefore unlike perhaps most others she loves being it for tag. Still she does get tired, though not easily, as she was made more for running and chasing than for the lethal bite when hunting larger game animals.

Fears: Not being able to run, skunks, porcupine, thunder storms
Aspirations: She's not really sure, but she wants to be an active part of a pack.

History: In a den, hidden from view there was born a little girl, no not a little girl, but a small female wolf cub. She was not very large, but neither was she to small not to survive, and as she grew she learned from others of a history that was rich. A pack which would not survive before she had fully matured for the members fought constantly amongst themselves, leading to bloodshed and in the end many ran away to escape the future tyranny.

Kayeli's mother however stood up to the beast who plagued their lands, slaughtering several and causing more and more to flee in fear of a bleak future. It was for Kayeli and her siblings, whom she cannot recall that, whether or not they had survived, that their mother went up against the brute. The male had been a stranger allowed to become a part of their pack, but now he had to be stopped before more life was lost, especially that of the younger generations that could at least carry on their lineage if not the legacy of the pack itself.

That day Kayeli's mother and those who helped her lost their lives or at least were so severely injured that they would perish if they did not soon find aid from other packs willing to take them in until they were recovered.

Kayeli had strayed from them, at least she was already fully weaned, but the memory was so horrific, the loss so harsh within her heart that it shattered it seemed into a billion tiny shards unable to be pieced back together. The next morning she had forgotten everything but her name, and only in her dreams, her nightmares could she recall even the slightest fragment of what had happened in the past. Yet despite those events she remains confidant and secure, for she believes herself in charge of her own destiny and as such will not back down from the challenges life throws at her.

Perhaps her past instead of making her weaker has strengthened her, for she has been through the most terrible events imaginable, but survived. On these things she does not dwell, except on the day which it had occurred, but there is little she recalls and though her subconscious tries to show her, it does not reach her conscious mind completely.

Friends:
Acquaintances: Raive, Akinobou, Merrill, Derecho
Enemies:
Mentors:

Obtained: Free from Jadeeye

Name: Qaletaqa
Nicknames: Qal, Qale, Taq, Taqa
Age: Adult
DOB: February 14. 2010
Zodiac: Aquarius
Birth Flower: Violet
Birth Tree: Cedar
Birth Stone: Amethyst
Birth Totem: Otter

Family:
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Siblings: An unnamed little littermate brother and sister.

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Personality: Qaletaqa often is at a loss for words, at least ones which make sense and therefore is hardly ever completely understood. His words are jumbled or mispronounced making it difficult for others to befriend him as they might not be certain what he says. Which is the very reason he tries to keep a low profile, knowing that he has great potential, if only he could speak properly so that others might understand him. Yet with his speech patterns and difficulty he has been shunned in the past and prefers not to have another repeat of what came before, which is why being an Omega to him seems quite ideal. This, because he feels he can be within a pack, but no one would expect to much from him, at least conversation wise he thinks. However when it comes to protecting others, he wont back down, not from a challenge when others under his care or whom he cares for might be in danger.
Fears: Being shunned and considered 'useless'
Aspirations: To speak better and only then will he even attempt or wish to try and rise in rank, should he be a part of a pack.

History: Qaletaqa's mother was a wonderful mother who doted on her three pups. She however seemed to favor Qaletaqa, as though instead of the oldest of the litter he was the youngest and the runt all rolled into one. When it became apparent to his parents that he was a little slower at learning than the others, or so it looked to them, his father despaired of him ever being worthy of the lineage. Blaming Qaletaqa's slow development on his mothers side of the family, he left, taking with him his other son and daughter. Qaletaqa's mother however would not leave him, and feared that her first born would die from a broken heart, never imagining he had such resilience.

As he grew, he was far more intelligent than anyone had ever given him credit for, though still his speech was not all that great. It wasn't that he was mute, but he wanted to speak for he had the ability, but he just could not formulate the correct pronunciations in the correct order other than in his head. He learned some signals, should anyone have difficulty understanding him. His mother of course was very proud of him, though she missed her other offspring. Qale knew this and decided that they should track the other family members down. It didn't take to long, they'd only gone about three days trek away.

When his brother met him, he was a hostile figure, missing an eye. Qale was taken aback, and angered his brother more by speaking. Apparently while Qale recognized him, he thought him to be a stranger. That did hurt, but then it had been a long time and not everyone had as great a memory as the next. He was able to get one word out, for the first time. "Brother," he lifted a paw to touch the hostile male, and gave a nod of his head to confirm it. At least their had been dawning comprehension in his brothers eyes as well as shock. His brother and sister had thought him dead, father had said so after their arrival to their new pack. This angered his brother, however his sister only scoffed.

"Oh, my dear dear brother, do you not recall how dumb he was? What use would he have been, what use would he be even now?" she had scorned, but she had been so motherly toward him when they were pups that it truly put a blight on Qale's heart. Yet he could see she was thin and frail, half-starved and missing a chunk of an ear and half of her tail. He didn't know what had gone on, but he did not like the looks of it. If only he had been able to speak comprehensively and understandably when he tried to get them to leave with him. When his attempts failed, he and his mother along with a couple of her old friends went on a hunt and mother fetched his siblings. They ate as though they had not eaten so well in ages. He could well believe that, for word came that his father was a tyrant and sent even young pups into battle. No wonder the pack was so small and devoid of hope or happiness.

Qaletaqa confronted his father, though he spoke not a word, but his body language and eyes spoke eloquently for him. It was a battle and Qaletaqa did not have a care as to whether or not he won, but he did, driving his father far away from the land. The words he heard his father speak only made him feel more contempt for him. "You, my flesh and blood will see, that only violence is the key, or you'll never get anywhere. Despite your handicaps you've turned out better than your siblings. I'm sure, one day you'll be just like me." With that the male whom had given him life along side his mother left to never be seen in that area again.

Having defeated the Alpha, the pack tried to make him the new one, until they discovered his difficulties and even they too scoffed and scorned. How could one who could not speak understandably possibly be able to lead, or even help the pack at all, so they drove him out together as a unit. His brother and sister followed, as well as their mother, but along the way he became separated from them. He thought that perhaps it was best that way, so that he could begin fresh without so much of the past hanging over his head.

Friends:
Acquaintances:
Enemies:
Mentors:

Obtained: Free V-Day Raffle 2010

Name: Zigana
Nicknames: Only very close friends may call her Ziggy, even if she doesn't really care for nicknames.
Age: Adult
DOB:
Zodiac: Pisces
Birth Flower: Jonquil
Birth Tree: ???
Birth Stone: Aquamarine
Birth Totem: Cougar?

Pack Trying to start up the Gypsy Song Pack

Family:
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Siblings: An unnamed little litter-mate brother and an older sister whom she never met.

Personality: Zigana is a free spirit, although that doesn't mean she feels no joy in the company of others or that she wishes to be a loner. No, she is free in spirit, feeling as though she were as light as a feather dancing on the breeze. Dancing is one of her forte's, for she moves to the beat of the wilds music, with the bells jingling on her purple scarf, holding a tambourine in her mouth to shake and when able hitting it with her tail. She moves with gusto, without a sense of rhyme or reason, only knowing that she must for her feet cannot resist the urge to move to the tinkling music around her. While music and dance is a big part of who she is and what she loves, it is not all there is to her.

Zigana believes in the mystical even if she has no powers herself, she enjoys hearing the tales of the seer and shaman from the world over, or at least her small portion of it. She also believes in reincarnation, even if it might not be real. It might get her into trouble at times, especially if she believes someone to be the reincarnation of an ancestor or legend, just by their appearance and attitude. Yet she is so passionate in her beliefs that there may be those, susceptible to suggestion that may very well believe her. She is not deliberately trying to lead others astray, because it is something she genuinely believes though she is never actually correct, but one cannot get her to believe something else. Which shows that she is a rather stubborn sort, but in other areas she may admit defeat and that she was wrong, but not in that.

No one could ever say that Zigana had been cruel to them, for she is quite friendly and only wishes to be of assistance. However due to her bizarre beliefs and the rituals she performs having been partially exposed to humans as a young pup whom traveled in caravans, having arrived on the lands by stowing away on merchant ships. They were the vagabonds, the outcasts of society and sometimes believed to be evil witches. Zigana does not trust all humans, but those of Gypsy lineage she is more inclined to trust, yet she desires to be free from them and live among her kind only. However much of their rituals and beliefs have made Zigana who she has become.

History: Zigana was born into a small band of traveling loners, not necessarily considered a pack. They came and went as they pleased, though more often than not they could be found traveling together as a single unit, squatting on territory which was not theirs, though never disturbing the locals. For their keep they would perform tricks, dance and make music with the items that it was possible for them to do so with. Due to this, the group remained quite small however, as the morality rate was rather high.

Zigana was only one of two out of a litter of four to be born alive. However her brother, only a few minutes before her when he was just a pup wandered to far away alone without adult supervision and was never seen again. Zigana believes that she had seen him swooped up by a predatory bird, but she could never be one-hundred percent certain that it had indeed been him. She mourned his loss, and with his loss her father left, never to return to her or her mother again. The pack was not much for mated pairs, everyone doing as they pleased, no matter who might have gotten hurt in the end.

As Zigana grew, the group passed a small human camp. It seemed that they might have been outcasts in comparison with other larger groups. It was the first time she had ever seen the two-legged creatures with opposable thumbs. She had little trust in them, but when one was ill she felt compelled to remain by her side until someone arrived to help her deliver the new life she carried. Zigana would never forget that experience, but she preferred to keep away from such camps, as there had been one that had kicked her. They were unpredictable, but it was also how she obtained the ring in her ear and the purple sash like thing with the golden coins attached to part of the hem. Here too was how she gained her tambourine, a couple of the people having come over as indentured servants only to run away.

After a time, as she grew older and larger, she also grew tired of the group. She did not wish to go from place to place, but instead wished to settle. When her mother perished in a hunt for a large prey animal, having been kicked in the head she decided that it was time to leave the group. There was nothing there for her, even though a couple of the males had tried to woo her, she was not interested. The morals and even some of the rules of the group were not for her. Thus she decided to find her own land, to begin her own pack. Still, her wandering past would mould her future and that of her pack. Yet it would not be entirely as it had been.

Obtained: Gold Custom

Kinapak's Character Sheet

Song: Im a Marionette

Name: Kinapak
Name Meaning: Mask
Age: Unknown
DOB: July 5, 2011
Zodiac: Cancer
Birth Flower: Lackspur
Birth Tree: Fir Tree
Birth Stone: Ruby
Birth Totem: Brown Flicker or Woodpecker

Family:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Pack: The Order of the Rose
Rank: Omega

Personality Broken, Distrustful, Survivor, Hostile, Secretive

Kinapak is a broken soul, for his life depends on that of another. Though it is not just because of his reliance on someone else, though he is capable of carrying out his orders, but because of the constant headache too. He can easily get into a dour mood and become easily irritable, though he would never show his anger and discontent to the lady he has been following now for quite some time, even if he had been further disillusioned in life by the ill-treatment he'd received. More so even when it came to light that he was really the only one so mistreated by the leader of the small group. Because of that he grew embittered.

As he can't quite recall the reason behind his fall that had lead to the disaster his life had become, he cannot easily trust anyone, not even the one he follows or his fellow followers of the beta female. Though he was capable of trusting such a small and defenseless pup, whose existence gave him hope of not being the lowest on the pecking order and perhaps his ill-treatment might cease. Only time would tell.

He's a survivor, he'd use whomever and whatever means necessary to continue living life, even if it could be harsh. Then again reality was often so and he's sure that its not over yet, but he's determined to survive whatever life might throw in his path and all the possible twists and turns that might occur. If his survival depends on being secretive, he'll be so. Survival for him, was after all key.

Kinapak is often hostile to anyone outside those he feels are necessary to keep himself in favor so that he need not lose their support, for surely without them he'd find himself starving to death. Others however whom he may view as unimportant and if possible underneath his own pitiful ranking he will be disinclined to treat them kindly, but instead with the hostility, anguish and bitterness that had built up within him.

Though there was a time he'd felt so inclined as to be kind and carefree, but those days are long since gone, having grown embittered by his current lot in life. His only thoughts are on how he can best survive.

History: Pre-written from the contest I won him from ~


If there was one thing in your life that you had known, it was that the furthest your memory stretched back was about several months ago, when you had woken up at the base of a hill littered with stones with a half-eaten fish between your paws, blood matted on your fur, and a thumping pain on one side of your skull. Either someone had wanted you dead, or you had taken a nasty fall, you deduced. Regardless of which it was, you were quite alone, quite directionless, and quite pain-riddled.

And more bad news: once your vision cleared, you had noticed that things seemed a tad hazy in one eye – the one on the side where your skull throbbed worst. You quickly ascertained that something had burrowed a small hole in your skull near your eye, and that whatever had happened, it messed with your vision enough to be noticeable.

Just another headache to add to your actual headache.

Lucky for you, not far into your travelling you got picked up by a particularly odd-colored femme, and in return for your loyalty and skills, she has promised you a better position in life than the one you had. You agreed since anything was better than trying to hunt alone with only one good eye, and to refuse was certain death for someone of your less than healthy condition.

Thus you entered your life as a servant, acting as a second pair of ears (since your eyes were not up to par with the average wolf's) and an easy-to-direct partner after you recovered most of your strength, all to a leader who did not particularly care if she mistreated you in her more angry or vindictive moods. You learned quickly that this femme held herself as an alpha and treated you as the omega you eventually became to suit her purposes, and that if too angered she was not afraid to physically lash out. You understood that you were nothing but a tool to her, yet in order for you to stay alive you swallowed her proud nature and followed at her heels, licking at whatever wounds you may or may not have incurred. To your dismay, you still also suffer from headaches every so often despite your recovery, often with enough accompanying pain to sour even the happiest of moods.

Over time, your group of two became a group of three. A male with tree-like patterning became attached to the leader’s hip within a short time.

Something began to bother you. Why were you the one always being mistreated when you were the first to join her cause? Why were you shafted once the new guy showed up? All you ever did was follow orders, and yet nothing has come out of it other than scraps from meals and glowering looks if you probed too much about their future plans. Yet when you dared to speak up, either your words were ignored, or otherwise deflected, or they simply chose to converse with each other away from you. Or you were wounded one way or another, if the leader was in a particularly foul mood.

Maybe it was the headache talking.

Then your group of three jumped to five one night. A female this time, with a pup that looked nothing like her. A weak, bent-over creature, that pup. The leader did not spare it a glance, believing it ready to die within days, though she found something worthy in the female to keep her and her whelp in the group regardless.

But you indeed saw something in that sickly specimen of a son that night. You saw hope for yourself.

Because for once, you would not be the lowest on the pecking order.

Obtained RP Contest