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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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 Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 11:13 am
Centuries have passed with lycans and humans living side by side without a problem. Of course, the humans didn't know about the lycans, what they truly were but then it happened. In the event of a change, a farmer taking land that belonged to the lycans, he killed one of theirs. Of course, in the lycan world, it's an eye for an eye, and it starts. The killings, but then the hunters kill them, too. Being forced deeper and deeper into the woods, they have finally had enough, the lycans attacking all of the villages around them, even travelling merchants are attacked. Can the humans win this war? Or will the lycans take back what belongs to them?
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 11:25 am
The Rules
1. Follow all Guild rules as well as the Gaia Terms of Service.
2. Be respectful to not only me, but to other role-players as well. I don't want any drama.
3. As this is a literate guild, posts are to consist of two paragraphs with five or more sentences. I'll accept one paragraph in the very least. No three liners, at all.
4. All profiles are to be messaged to me or RastkoB. Lycans are "We don't just need the cover of the moon" and for settlers "Get back, you foul beast!"
5. Try not to ignore or leave anyone behind, we want everybody to enjoy themselves. If you notice someone being ignored, interact with them!
6. Yes, there is bound to be romance, but I don't want to see any cybering. Romance scenes are not to go past pg-14 and there is to be no taking anything to PM.
7. This role-play has set objectives, a guideline for what to post for each side. Either myself or RastkoB will be posting them when necessary.
8. Quote whomever you are role-playing with! Feel free to add their character name into the quote, too. Just so long as you quote them!
Note: Anything highlighted in red is a new rule!
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 11:39 am
Slots
Lycans
Leader - Leera Soles - Radioactive Snowflake
Warrior - open
Warrior - open
Warrior - open
Warrior - open
Guard - open
Guard - open
Scout - Reverie Bane - Cryokinetic Faerie
Scout - Damian Ward - gawdz0rz
Scout - open
Scout - open
Civilian - open
Civilian - open
Shaman - open
Humans
Leader - Vaun Bontel - gawdz0rz
Knight - Kaine Delacroix - Cryokinetic Faerie
Knight - open
Knight - open
Knight - open
Guard - open
Guard - open
Guard - open
Guard - open
Civilian - Annaleigh Cole - Radioactive Snowflake
Civilian - open
Civilian - open
Civilian - open
Doctor - Myriam Scott - Atami Uchiha
And for this role-play to start, I want at least one person in each group of the slots on both sides.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 4:31 pm
Profile X➴ Leera Solesﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name: Leera Soles xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race: Lycan xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender: Female xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty: Lycan xxxO5. • ⊰ x Position :Leader xxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality: Cold and calculating, this leader is young though she's down right vicious. She's against anything threatening her kind, believing that lycans are superior to everything. She's protective and does indeed have a soft side but the only time it shows is when there's younger pack members around. In battle she is fierce and vicious, carelessly ripping through her enemies, and any innocents that get in her way. She hates humans with a passion and shows no mercy in killing them. xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography: The pack has been run by her family for who knows how long. At one point in time, humans were harmless to them, they had no reason to attack. Her parents were killed by the hunters, and being the oldest child, she took over. After losing not only her parents but precious pack members, an all out war started. She leads her pack in a strict manor, demanding the utmost respect from them. She won't hesitate to put a pack member in their place. xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment: My other form. I don't need weapons when I was built as one.
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills: She is very stealthy and was taught from her young years just where to attack. As long as she isn't hit with silver, her wounds seem to heal at a faster rate than that of a human wound. xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies: Will be filled out later xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes
- Blood
- Battles
- Her fellow lycans
- Nature
- Silence
- Respect xxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes
- Being disrespected
- Unnecessary crowds
- Humans
- Swords
- Bear traps xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Radioactive Snowflake
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 4:51 pm
Accepted Characters Lycans:X➴ Leera Solesﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀ xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name: Leera Soles xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race: Lycan xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender: Female xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty: Lycan xxxO5. • ⊰ x Position :Leader xxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality: Cold and calculating, this leader is young though she's down right vicious. She's against anything threatening her kind, believing that lycans are superior to everything. She's protective and does indeed have a soft side but the only time it shows is when there's younger pack members around. In battle she is fierce and vicious, carelessly ripping through her enemies, and any innocents that get in her way. She hates humans with a passion and shows no mercy in killing them. xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography: The pack has been run by her family for who knows how long. At one point in time, humans were harmless to them, they had no reason to attack. Her parents were killed by the hunters, and being the oldest child, she took over. After losing not only her parents but precious pack members, an all out war started. She leads her pack in a strict manor, demanding the utmost respect from them. She won't hesitate to put a pack member in their place. xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment: My other form. I don't need weapons when I was built as one.
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills: She is very stealthy and was taught from her young years just where to attack. As long as she isn't hit with silver, her wounds seem to heal at a faster rate than that of a human wound. xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies: Will be filled out later xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes
- Blood
- Battles
- Her fellow lycans
- Nature
- Silence
- Respect xxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes
- Being disrespected
- Unnecessary crowds
- Humans
- Swords
- Bear traps xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Radioactive Snowflake X➴ Reverie Baneﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do. I pretend I’m a character from a book. It’s easier to know what they would do.
☼ •••⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. ]• ⊰ x Name : Reverie Bane xxxO2. ]• ⊰ x Race : Lycan xxxO3. ]• ⊰ x Gender : Female xxxO4. ]• ⊰ x Loyalty : Undecided xxxO5. ]• ⊰ x Position : Scout xxxO6. ]• ⊰ x Personality : Careful and guarded, Reverie is the girl who stays in the background unnoticed and watches others as they pass her by. She is cautious towards anything new in the environment and is quick to notice things and changes. She tries not to call attention to herself and to blend in. Although she prefers to stay out of the spotlight, the woods is where she becomes herself. She becomes more confident as she's surrounded by her wolf's natural surroundings. xxxO7. ]• ⊰ x Biography : Reverie has always been with Leera's pack for as long as she can remember, which isn't very long. Reverie was found in the woods, wandering and alone, as a young girl. She has no history anywhere and doesn't remember where she was going or who she was with. She's certain she was born a lycan, but her doubts arise when she spends more and more time with humans. Reverie doesn't feel the way Leera does about humans, for the more time she spends with them, the greater feelings she has for them. She's determined to find out what happened in her past even if it breaks her. xxxO8. ]• ⊰ x Equipment : In her human form she often wears her ruby pendant. The pendant was the only thing she was carrying when she was discovered. She has found it to be very important to her as it could possibly lead her to answers about her past. In her other form she wouldn't need anything but her strength and courage.
xxxO9. ]• ⊰ x Skills : With her ability to observe and see intricate details as well as to blend in, her stealth is superior. She can move without making a disturbance. With this ability, she excels in any scouting missions whether it's in her human or her other form. xxx1O. ]• ⊰ x Allies : Her lycan pack members . . . xxx11. ]• ⊰ x Likes
- Books
- Sweets
- Acts of kindness
- Intricately designed trinkets
- History
- Nature xxx12. ]• ⊰ x Dislikes
- Messes / Absurdities
- Scary stories
- Ghosts
- Lies xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Cryokinetic Faerie X➴ Glaise Laruna ﾟ
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ “The earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth.” ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁
xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name: Glaise Laruna
xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race: Lycan
xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender: Male
xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty: Lycans
xxxO5. • ⊰ x Position : Warrior
xxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality: Calm and cool under pressure, Glaise is a light-hearted young warrior. His parents trained him to be both an excellent fighter, and very respectful of everything around him. He is careful both on the battlefield and off. Off-duty, he is light-hearted and almost puppy-like, taking delight in offering any aid he can. On-duty, he is fairly serious and always determined. He will do almost anything to get his mission done, unless it includes killing or wounding an innocent life- human or not.
xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography: Raised by his father and his uncle, Glaise was surrounded with love from the day he was born. His mother died during childbirth and his uncle stepped in while his father, Ryvan, was lost in the forest collecting himself. From a young age he was taught that respect for all life was of utmost importancec, followed very closely by the ability to handle yourself in a fight. Ryvan and his brother did all they could for the young lycan and he flourished under their care, growing up to become a competent and kind warrior.
xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment: He carries a sharp boneknife just incase he gets into a pickle that muscles, fangs, and claws can't help him with, as well as a pair of long whips that are usually wrapped over his shoulders
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills: Glaise has the valuable gift of being able to keep a level-head in most situations. He is talented not just with the weapons nature gave him, but with his whips as well as his knife. His crafted weapons are kept in close, easy reach so he can use them at a moments notice.
xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies: Thanks to his naturally playful personality, he's pretty great at making friends. He won't decline the help of a human, either, and even has a few wild animals that help him out on occasion.
xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes:
-Running
-Sparring
-Food
-Exploring
-Music
xxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes:
-Insults
-Being forced into hard situations
-Bramble patches
-Deep water
-Thunder
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Adolpha_Lopez X➴ [Damian Ward] ﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ (He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.) ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name : Damian Ward xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race : Lycan xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender : Male xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty : Lycan xxxO5. • ⊰ x Position : Scout xxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality : Damian is not physically confrontational, but instead he uses his words to influence those to side with him, among other things. He doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but even if he has to, he's not that good at hand-to-hand combat. Instead, he cons others into doing his bidding for him, and will try to use people as his own bodyguards and mercenaries. Though he finds the leader of his pack an 'ally', he does not hesitate to go behind her back and try to get others on his side - or even try to get her to listen to him, as well. xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography : Damian was born in Wicklow, Ireland - having been born into another Lycan pack as an only child. The pack there was different than the one he is in now, considering their ranks were not called 'leader' and 'civilian', instead, the lycans were ranked like an actual wolf pack. There were alphas, betas, gammas, warriors, scouts, omegas, and so on. Needless to say, they acted more like their wolf sides than their human sides. Being the only son of the alphas of his birth pack, Damian was raised to one day take over the rank of his parents, alongside a mate of his choosing. He was to continue to lead the pack to glory, just as his parents had done and would still do so long as they ruled.
As Damian grew older, his personality began to show more and more. He was not what everyone expected to be, as they assumed he would be completely aggressive and head-on confrontational to everyone. Instead, Damian was still aggressive, but his words and influence were used instead of his fists. Where his parents were those of fighters, Damian was more of a leader, and he influenced others to listen to him and do his bidding for him. Needless to say, it caught the entire pack off guard, but Damian ended up being a huge asset.
By the time he was old enough to take over the pack - around eighteen years old - a war had broken out with a pack that was not too far away from where his own pack lived. The two had been bickering for quite some time, though nothing really happened as the enemy tried to remain civil and keep things calm for the most part. However, when someone from his birth pack had made a move, everything was set into motion and a war broke out. Within months, the packs had destroyed one another. Damian's parents were killed, as was most of his pack; and the remaining lycans had either fled or were still fighting, even though there was not much left to fight for. Without seeing much potential in remaining where he was, Damian left his home in search of something new. He left Ireland.
Damian traveled for quite some time, seeing the sights and trying to find something worth settling down for. It was many years later before he stumbled upon a pack that he was unsure of, but after taking some time to get to know his surroundings, as well as who would be within the pack with him... well, the idea was to finally give it a chance and settle down. Besides, if he wasn't satisfied, he could always leave, right? Right.
It's been a few years since he'd come into the pack, and now there was another war brewing - but this time, it was with the humans. Needless to say, Damian was quite interested even at the whisper of a war. Now, he tries to influence those around him to fight. Those who follow his words are to be taken advantage of, and those who do not will soon either be destroyed, or be influenced later on. xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment : none
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills : Though he is not much of a fighter, Damian has a sharp tongue and can influence people quite easily. He knows the right things to say, and will try to take the upper hand of a situation with just words. xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies : The lycan leader, and those who follow Damian's influence xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes : War; Speeches; Sex; Power; Influence xxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes : Submission; Ignorance; Silence; Disobedience xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx gawdz0rz Humans:Atami Uchiha X➴ Myriam Scottﾟxxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀ xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name: Myriam Scott xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race: Human xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender: Female xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty: HumanxxxO5. • ⊰ x Position : DoctorxxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality: She is a quiet person, but very humble. She is always willing to help others no matter who they are. She tries not to show a prejudice towards any person at all. She has a soft side towards children and likes to spoil them when she sees a kid lonely or sad. She always tries to be kind to everybody. In her heart, deep down, she feels bad for the lycans and wishes it would all just end. xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography: Her father was a doctor and her mother was a nurse. So during her childhood she grew up around a medical environment. When she was of age, she started professionally learning how to be a doctor. When the war started both of her parents were killed by lycans. Her Father had provoked them by attacking and her mother had tried to stop them. Her mother died on accident, being in the way of an attack. Before she died, her Mom had told her not to hate the lycans for what had happened. That was hard for her to do, so she decided to help the wounded in the battle. She hurt for what they had done and wanted some way to work against them.xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment: She carries around a medical kit with her. And when off duty, she still carries the kit around that also doubles as a bag for her to keep other things in. She likes to have tools on hand just in case she needs them. She tries to wear clothes that are easy for movement and practical.
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills: She knows anatomy like the back of her hand. She can help to heal and repair people, though she can not do anything "magical", like a shaman could. All she has is her skills and her hands.xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies: (to be determined later)xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes :
-Water and Rivers
-Farming
-Reading
-Helping others
-Going for walksxxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes:
-Fighting
-Being Alone
-Darkness
-Closed Spacesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Atami Uchiha  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name: Annaleigh Cole xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race: Human xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender: Female xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty: Humans xxxO5. • ⊰ x Position : Civilian, I help at the bakery, though. xxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality: Most people would say I'm too kind for my good, often going out of my way to help others. I give what I can, even if I really don't have anything to give. My village is important to me, I'd hate to see anything happen to anyone that I know. After the attacks began, I became more fearful, watching these things attack my friends and family. But now, I do my best to help when needed. The guards don't allow me to do much but I do like to bring them baked goods while they're on their shifts. I'm a very loyal girl, I would do anything for my friends. I'm protective of them as well. I watched one of those things attack my grandmother before the guards managed to chase it off, they had to fight to get me away from her as she bled to death. I want all of those things dead. I felt sorry for them at first, but all they ever do is bring pain. xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography: My family has always been close knit, I was raised by everyone older than me. My parents, my grandparents, aunts, uncles. No, we didn't live together but we lived close. My father taught me to treat everyone well, no matter how they treat me. After all, if I'm kind enough, they'll give up. I'm a firm believer in loyalty to not only the family, but to our ruler. I'm not allowed to fight those monsters, but I do my best to help in any little way I can. It's how I was raised, I can't help it. My grandfather runs the local bakery, and I've been helping him out as he's struggling with the loss of grandma. xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment: Just whatever I can grab. I do like to carry small bits of sweets. Muffins or cookies are usually my favorites.
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills: I know how to make traps. Very basic traps but they work xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies: The human leader xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes:
- Sweets
- Reading
- Warm, sunny days
- Animals xxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes:
- Blood
- Seeing others in pain
- Being yelled at
- The enemy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Radioactive Snowflake X➴ Kaine Delacriox ﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist? ☼ •••⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name : Kaine Delacroix xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race : Human xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender : Male xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty : Human xxxO5. • ⊰ x Position : Knight xxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality : Creative and lighthearted, Kaine enjoys doing artistic activities as inspirations come to him. He prefers to be a lover than a fighter. However, when push comes to shove, he'll fight for the benefits of others and himself. Because of this, with people he deeply cares about, he'll do anything to keep them safe. His protective streak is slight as his relationships consists of a few people. xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography : Spending the majority of his life in a small town where everybody knew when everyone sneezed, Kaine was relieved when he was able to venture out and get away, to be free. In his hometown, Kaine grew up in an orphanage. Instead of playing with the other kids outside, he would stay inside and draw the gruesome scenes in his head. Kaine witnessed the death of his parents and his older brother by the claws of a lycan, and these memories haunted him not only in his mind but throughout his life. The people of his town thought of him as a little weird and eccentric for drawing and painting horrid pictures, and held him at arm's length. They would even avoid him if it was possible. To them Kaine was just a mad, wild child. The children he grew up with teased him when he spaced out and drew his weird doodles. Kaine has grown to keep his past in the past and to live for the present and future. With a new start, he hopes he could busy himself with work and to never cross paths with another bloodthirsty lycan. In his new home, he has met a strange white-haired girl who shares his affection for the arts.xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment : He tries to never leave his home without a pencil and sketchbook, sometimes he brings his paints. However, he does carry a palette knife with him at all times.
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills : Although he would like to avoid fighting, due to his past experiences, Kaine can stand on his own in fights and can come out on top with only a few minor injuries. He also has a knack for drawing wonderful portraits exactly the way he perceives them, beautiful or haunted. xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies : None as of now . . . but perhaps a white-haired girl who is as strange as he is? xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes
- Open areas
- Peace
- Silence
- The arts
- Painting
- Drawing
- Sparring xxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes
- Dark colors
- "Abstract" art
- Wars
- Loss of life xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Cryokinetic Faerie gawdz0rz X➴ Vaun Bontel ﾟ xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❁ ▀▀▀  xxxxxxxxi x d o n ` t x c a r e x f o r x f a i r y t a l e s . xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☂ In the land of predators, the lion never fears the jackal. ☼ ···⊀ ℓook at mє noω ⊁ xxxO1. • ⊰ x Name : Vaun Bontel xxxO2. • ⊰ x Race : Human xxxO3. • ⊰ x Gender : Male xxxO4. • ⊰ x Loyalty : Humans xxxO5. • ⊰ x Position : Leader xxxO6. • ⊰ x Personality : Where I used to be quite happy and upbeat, I am now cold and distant. I find humor in things that most peope would not, and I seek pleasure in watching the life leak from a beast that I call my prey. Some say I do not feel emotions, which may partially be true... others say that in an attempt to feel something, I kill those which pose a threat to me - even if they intend to or not. That may also be true. Remaining distant to those around me, and only allowing them to see my mask - a firm, authoritative leader - keeps me safe. They will never know what goes on inside my head. All they need to know is that they will remain safe from these monsters, and that I will do anything to make sure it stays that way. xxxO7. • ⊰ x Biography : I was born to a wealthy family not too far from here. My parents lived within a huge castle, and we had many servants as well as slaves that did our bidding. We were lords, to say the least, and had much influence on the town we resided in. Being like any other young boy, I wanted to be just like my father; I wanted to walk in his footsteps, and do everything he did. He was the best man in the world, in my eyes. Of course, as I grew older, I began to see differently, but we'll get to that later on.
Being a family of wealth, it meant we were able to afford some of the better luxuries of life. In other words, we had a fighting ring down in the lower chambers of our home, made specifically for lycans to fight one another to the death. This had been going on since when my father was little, as his father had done the same thing. I can only imagine it was a century-old custom that the humans in that town had come to enjoy. Once a month, the humans would gather around and take bets on which lycan would win the fight at the time. The one lycan we had was my father's special pet. He was strong, agile, and very obedient with everything that my father had told him to do. At this point in time, he was even trusted to walk around our home without being chained. One could say he was brainwashed, or that he just downright enjoyed the fights and attention. Either way, he was my father's favorite, there was no doubt about that. At least... until one day when he lost and was killed in the ring.
Honestly, I think the entire thing was by accident. I was a teenage boy by then, no older than fifteen, when our guards had brought us another lycan. A female, though she seemed puny and weak, and really we didn't think she was worth our time at first. She did put up a fight, however, and I believe it was her spirit that had kept her alive the moment my father was deciding whether or not to keep her and put her in the ring. When the time came around to actually fight her, she had avoided my father's favorite at all costs. She was terrified; ran around with her tail between her legs trying to avoid being hit at all. One thing led to another, and somehow she had managed to have my father's pet impaled on a spike that was on one of the walls. To me, it was obvious that she would have lost, but to the others? They saw her as strong, and just another winner. But I saw her otherwise. She was terrified, and for the first time in my life... I felt sorry for the beast.
Fight after fight after fight happened, and luck remained at her side each time. She managed to win over and over, though none of the others saw what was really going on. I remained the only one. It took quite some time before I finally saw her in her cell, down in the dungeon beneath our castle. I confronted her, asking her how she was winning. I interrogated her about black magic, and overall tried to get answers to the questions that just could not be answered easily. Rather than going into details, let's just say that I was finally seeing her in a... different light. I visited her cell multiple times for different reasons, and eventually feelings began to grow.
I fell in love with a beast.
A few months had passed by, and by that time I knew that her luck would soon run out. She had managed to win the past fights, but by the looks of the lycan that the guards brought in for the next fight? She was surely going to die. The night before the fight, I tried to help her escape. In fact, I tried to escape with her. I wanted to run away with the woman I fell in love with - regardless of the fact that she was a monster on the inside. But my plans had fallen through, and my father learned of what was happening. He caught us, allowed the guards to rape her one by one, and then kill her right before my eyes. I had no time to mourn, but was instead sent to become a warrior. I was shipped off to become a soldier.
Years and years later, here I am. I came to this town a few years ago, and had managed to work my way up to becoming its ruler. Its Lord, if you will. And from having been sent off to become a soldier, my mind has been molded to be nothing but that - a warrior that will protect what I must. The lycan pack in the forest is a threat to my people, and I have vowed to do whatever I must to protect them. If that means killing each and every monster out there, then so be it. I know what they are... and I will once again walk in my father's footsteps.
xxxO8. • ⊰ x Equipment : A small dagger made of bone that is kept in a sheath on the side of his boot.
xxxO9. • ⊰ x Skills : Specializes in extreme hand-to-hand combat. xxx1O. • ⊰ x Allies : The humans, mainly. xxx11. • ⊰ x Likes : Feeling like a god; Excitement; War; Sweets; Storms; Running xxx12. • ⊰ x Dislikes : Losing; Lycans; Betrayal; Swimming; Buzzing noises; Idiots xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx gawdz0rz
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 3:39 pm
Events 1. I have added the events post on 6/11/13.
2. adolpha_lopez has left the role-play, so I have removed her character, Glaise. He is now dead.
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 3:48 pm
Deaths Glaise - Warrior of the lycan pack.
Was killed by another warrior after leaving the pack to go join the humans.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 1:28 pm
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 11:05 am
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 1:10 pm
Leera Soles
Leader of the Lycans xxxWhines and cries were all Leera could hear, sobs coming from a woman who was kneeling beside the bloodied body of what used to be her mate. The alpha gave a small growl, nudging the hysterical woman aside as she moved forth to examine the damage. Deep lacerations around the ankle suggested that he had stepped in a bear trap. But looking along his broken and bloody body, she could see more evidence that he hadn't just died from the bear trap. No, he'd been shot, multiple times. Their shaman had pulled out the little arrowheads that were once used as the tips from an arrow, and they sat on a wooden plate.
This wasn't the first incident where her kind had been harmed by humans, but this one had gone too far. This one, was unforgivable. "Rissarran, could you please prepare the body for the burial?" She questioned, looking to her Shaman with the ghost of a smile. She didn't have the time to stick around, as now, she was going to go and make a very crucial announcement. The announcement of a war. The humans were going to pay for this and Leera pulled the sobbing woman into an affectionate embrace, even going so far as to nuzzle her. "He will be avenged, my dear. This, I promise you." She cooed, her voice giving off a rumble as she was thanked.
Releasing the woman and leading her out of the area where the shaman worked, she made her way to the middle of the village. It had been abandoned long ago, and the lycans had made it their own. It wasn't much of a space, there weren't too many houses. But what mattered most is that it was a home for her people, the very pack that she loved and cherished. And now that these humans were attacking and killing them, she had to put an end to it. She would not allow the humans to torture and kill her kind, not now, and certainly not ever!
Coming to stand in front of a run down marble fountain, she looked around the group that had gathered. "I'm sure you all know by now, but the humans have struck again! This time, they tore away a father from his children, from his beloved wife! They tortured him! We have done nothing, we have lived alongside them for centuries, and this is the treatment we get!" She yelled out, her face red. "This will no longer go on! This is the start of a war!" She yelled out again, this time shifting into a wolf. Letting out a howl, it was followed by the howls of her pack, all of them howling in unision, a sound to fill the night skies. From now on, the humans would fear that howl and what came with it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 6:18 pm
  Lycan ScoutXXX╣ ѕσмєтιмєѕ, ωнєи ι нανє тσ ∂σ ѕσмєтнιиg ι ∂σи'т ωαит тσ ∂σ. ╠ Reverie stood in the back, as always, unnoticed, but perhaps sensed by her alpha. Her alpha always knew where the other members were, why wouldn't that apply to herself? Reverie looked at the body of the male lycan. His body was bloodied with starshots and his ankle lacerated from a human made trap. "Starshots" weren't exactly the proper name for the weapon protruding from the male, but Reverie had seen weapons similar to it. Leera called them arrows. A fitting name, Reverie supposed. But when the arrows were removed, sometimes they would leave a star-like shape. She had always thought it was like magic, like a mark from an angel.
The sobs from the deceased male's mate snapped Reverie out of her thoughts. Reverie could see Leera whisper something to the shaman, then comfort the crying woman. Reverie wandered with her thoughts again. She thought of how close the bond mated lycans had, how it strengthened everyday with love, trust and devotion. She then thought of how it would feel to lose your loved one, your life mate, in just a moment. All that love, lost in a wave of sadness and grief. Reverie shook her head. I am never going bind myself to a mate. To lose them in troublesome times like this. Not now anyway... Her voiced resonated throughout her mind, joining the other promises she had made to herself.
Reverie noted that her alpha had moved to the village center and had begun to announce, no, declare, war on the humans. A small wave of sentiment coursed through her body. Was it really a wise choice? To declare such a thing so suddenly without conference with the betas and higher ups? Reverie was a diplomatic and quiet girl. War and violence did not come easy to her or her conscious. Not all humans were like the ones who hunted her people. Sometimes when she visited the nearby human town, she could see them, lycans and humans, together, at peace. They were similar in many ways, but here, now, when their differences were being scorned. She could not see at all.
Seeing her alpha shift and the people around her as well. Reverie followed and felt the change happen, her human self shifting into a wolf, as she joined the others in their chorus of howls. ╣ ι ρяєтєи∂ ι’м α ¢нαяα¢тєя fяσм α вσσк. ιт’ѕ єαѕιєя тσ киσω ωнαт тнєу ωσυℓ∂ ∂σ. ╠XXX
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 7:17 pm
  Human KnightXXX║ ιf иσ σиє ¢αяєѕ fσя уσυ αт αℓℓ . . . ║ Kaine woke with a start. The bed sheets were tangled around his body and damp with sweat. He looked outside his window to see the starry sky. It was still night. Kaine let out a breath and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the coals burning low in the fireplace. The sounds of laughter and assortment of voices drifted up from the tavern's lobby to his room. Although his door was closed and slightly muted the voices, it still bothered him. Kaine got out of bed and staggered toward the fireplace. A rush of vertigo overwhelmed him as he crashed onto the couch, fortunately placed in front on the fire. Kaine let out a sigh and let his head fall back into the cushions. He brought his hands up to cover his face. The remnants of the nightmare he had woken up from were still lingering. A dark forest, a low animalistic growl, bloodied furniture, the motionless bodies of his parents and brother, his home in flames, and hands drenched in blood, his hands.
A soft knock at the door caught his attention and a young female voice projected through his door saying she had heard a noise and had come up to check if everything was alright. Kaine mumbled an answer and the girl left. He was in no mood for any company. He was always in a foul mood when he woke from nightmares, but had he really been that loud? Kaine got up and tended to the fire. As the fire grew, he sat back down on the couch and hugged a knee. He turned toward the corner near the fireplace. The flames played with the shadows that illuminated his paintings. They were in a pile, full of color, scenes and various people. He had painted on at least fifteen canvases when he arrived here five months ago.
As he studied his past creations, sleep seemed to claim him again. The noises were still traveling up to his room. He really needed to find his own place of residency especially with his new employment as knight in the town. Who would want to look for a knight in a rowdy tavern anyway? Kaine laid back on the couch and closed his eyes. As he drifted off to sleep, through the noises of the tavern and outside his window, he swore he could hear the sorrowful chorus of howling wolves. But when he would wake up the next morning, he would not remember whether if it was real or the continuation of his nightmare. ║ . . . ∂σ уσυ єνєи яєαℓℓу єχιѕт? ║XXX
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 3:19 pm
Leera Soles
Leader of the Lycans xxxListening to her pack howl, she couldn't help the smile that came forth. They were one. They all would work together to make the humans pay for the pain they caused. Coming away from her favorite spot, she wandered around her pack, her eyes falling onto a well-known scout. She was quiet, and Leera was surprised that she had been willing to work as a scout. Either way, she needed her assistance now and she didn't hesitate to approach Reverie, hoping that the other lycan wouldn't mind doing some scouting for her. "If you aren't busy tending to any loved ones, or helping cheer up a friend, I want you to scout the human village. Let me know of any weaknesses in the structures, how many guards, any weapons..." She ordered, though she knew that if the scout did have others to tend to, she would just have to make do with asking someone else to do the task.
But as it was, Reverie was her most trusted scout, she was the only one that Leera was sure could make it in and out of the human village without any sort of problems. After announcing this much, she made her way towards the run down town hall where she would be meeting with her warriors and guards to discuss the methods in which they would be attacking the humans. Yes, war was right there, but for now, she wasn't going to do anything. After all, until Reverie completed her mission, they couldn't do much. The scout's information was vital, very important for the start of this war that Leer was convinced the humans had started. It was their fault. All their fault, if only they'd left the nature alone. This land wasn't theirs, they weren't natives to it.
One thing Leera was sure of, one way or another, those humans would pay for the pain they caused. Her thoughts were on the mate who had lost everything, the father of her kin, her lifelong love. All because a human didn't know how to leave things be. And she would make sure that the humans felt the pain that her pack was feeling. This wasn't the first incident, and with the way things were going, it wouldn't be the last. Not until she killed all of the humans. To restore peace and happiness, they had to get rid of the humans, kill them all. Take back their land, and make sure no other humans dare enter lycan land.
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 3:48 pm
Annaleigh Cole
Human Civilian xxxMaking herself busy with organizing the shelves for the next day's sales, Annaleigh was aware of little every shadow that lie outside the shop. Sure, there were numerous guards about the city, making sure that everyone was safe, but there was always that risk. As of late, all she had been hearing about were the wolves, the ones that would be slain and then the others would come. And the bodies, they never stayed, but one of the drunk men that often came into the bakery had taken some time away from his bottle, just long enough to tell her the tale.
"I tell ya, lassie! They're not wolves! They're people under wolf skin! I killed one of um'! And then, it turned to a human, but, the others.. They came out of nowhere, they took my leg! And the one I had slain! I didn't even get to take my kill! They're just people in wolf skins! I swear it! You'll see some day!"
Of course, her boss had told her to ignore him, as he was a drunk. Nothing he said was to be believed, he was just so messed up from the constant drinking. Nothing he said could be trusted, those wolves were what they appeared to be, wolves. Tearing her thoughts away from the horrors that lay in the shadows, she did her best to focus on her work. After all, she didn't want to be here any later than she had to be, and if she kept being distracted, she'd be there til dawn. 'At least at dawn, I don't have to worry about one of those things getting me..' Setting the last of the items in the trays where they belonged, she set little pieces of bread with them so that the cake, cookies, and muffins wouldn't go stale before the shop opened in the morning.
No one ever wanted to buy stale goods. Checking over what she had done and giving a satisfied nod, Annaleigh grabbed her bag and her hat before making her way to the door, peering outside before finally mustering up the courage to leave. As her feet hit the soft ground outside of the shop, she heard it. The howls. This was enough to make her freeze, looking around almost wildly before deciding it was best to keep moving, stick to the lighted path. Don't play in the dark. And with this in mind, the blonde made her way to the local inn that she called home. Even before she reached the door, she could hear the hooting laughter of the drunks that were scattered about, some inside the building, some outside. This wasn't her preferred type of home, but it was all she could afford, and with the wolf attacks growing, she didn't want to risk living on the outskirts where she wasn't nearly as protected as she was within the walls of the village.
Nodding her greetings to the gathered crowd, the blonde didn't bother to stick around for long, making her way up to her bedroom and trying to ignore the loud laughter. She needed some sleep, as the next day was supposed to be composed of sales, and she'd need her energy to keep the shelves stocked. Crawling into her bed, she let the dreams take her away, eagerly awaiting the morning light that would signal it was safe again, that there was nothing to worry about.
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