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 Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 10:18 am
The Night is Darkest Before the DawnA Wolf JournalThis is for reference and records only, please do not post here. If you're interested in RP or have any questions or comments, feel free to pm me or quote me in the main thread. I don't bite hard. Quest Thread
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 11:01 pm
The Storyteller
You should worry when I'm smiling...and I smile a lot.
 Senka
Meaning: It is a Croatian name meaning "shadow".
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: Female
Age: Young adult
Physical Characteristics: She has blood red eyes and fur the color of shadows. Her build is average for a female, and her coat is that of a wolf bred for cold climes.
Pack: Polum'ya Vataga (unofficial)
Rank: Kazkar (storyteller)
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Gift from Ash
RP Color: default History:
Born to unknown parents, Senka was found half-frozen on the side of a mountain in the depths of winter. She was taken in by the pack that found her and raised as one of their own, but she was a restless thing set apart from her peers - not because of her birth, but rather because of her difficult personality. Yet one of the adults, old and lacking a successor, saw potential in this young pup who was overflowing with curiosity. Bryanni took Senka as her apprentice and taught her the storyteller's arts; and Senka eagerly devoured the knowledge, soon learning everything that Bryanni had to teach her. After that, there was only one thing left to do: undertake the Journey.
As tradition dictated, each would-be Kazkar must go on a journey to prove their worth, returning with more stories and knowledge from the outside world. Thus Senka departed, and in the long year that followed visited many strange and dangerous places, met many fascinating wolves, and collected glimmering new stories. However, that was not the only thing she found.
Just before the Great Disaster, Senka stumbled across one more wolf. A handsome male, perhaps a bit older than her and perhaps a little less able to successfully fend for himself, but infinitely more alluring than any of the wolves she had come across before. Tradition dictates that only the Drugo and Druga can bring outsiders into the pack, but Senka has never been one to follow tradition anyway. She wanted to keep this male for her own and she would do so, tradition be damned.
Yet the Disaster did strike, and her pack was forced from their home...straight into a conflict for territory with the Acropolis pack, which is home to her Phobos's family. Now, Senka finds pack and duty on one side and love on the other, with very little room to maneuver in between.
About:
Exceptionally intelligent and therefore plagued by a restless mind, Senka is always seeking things to satiate her endless curiosity. Most often, this restlessness manifests by the relentless pursuit of the stories of every person and place she comes across; however, in her journey, Senka developed a bit of a wicked streak. This wily femme lost a bit of her natural inclination to avoid conflict and has instead taken to stirring things up for the sake of her entertainment. Only making things more frustrating for those she encounters, she is laid back enough that it is nearly impossible to ruffle her feathers regardless of the situation. She is always laughing. Aiding Senka in her pursuits is her silver tongue, with which she can talk her way out of (or others into) almost anything, despite her penchant for calling it like she sees it. To top it all off, this wolf has an unnatural amount of luck. No matter what, she always lands on her paws.
Beneath the cleverness and laughter, however, lies a more serious side to this wolf. Where her respect is earned, Senka has an exceptionally strong sense of honor and duty. Foremost amongst these lies her duty as Kazkar. She takes this very seriously, in part because she loves it like nothing else, and in part because she would never dishonor Bryanni and her teachings by shirking her duties.
Important People:
• Bryanni: (deceased) This old female was the closest thing that Senka ever had to a mother, though their relationship was not particularly loving. She taught Senka everything she knew about the storyteller's art; she gave purpose and direction to the young and aimless femme.
• Draga: The sister that Senka believes to be long dead. Perhaps some day their paths will cross once more.
• Phobos: Senka came across this male just before the Disaster. She feels more for him than she thought possible. Could this be love?
Looking For:
Post-disaster RP. Just about anything, she's versatile.
RP Log:
• An Old Acquaintance: Senka & Jonsi (In Progress)
• A New World: Senka & Loki (In Progress)
• Unnamed: Senka & Ashaelia (In Progress)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:23 am
The Vengeful Mother
Forgiveness is a splendid thing, but vengeance is much sweeter.
 Tisiphone
Meaning: One of the Greek Furies, her name means "avenging murder".
Nicknames: Tisi
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Physical Characteristics: Her coat is pure black and her eyes are emerald. She wears war paint in the shape of a white bone mask and red stripes as a carryover from her days of wandering. Her frame is on the larger end of average, and she has a thick, spiky ruff that lends to her less-than-approachable appearance.
Pack: Acropolis
Rank: Alpha
Mate: Hephaestus
Obtained: Acropolis RP Contest
RP Color: redHistory:
Tisiphone and her sister Alecto were orphaned at a young age and taken in by a kind, albeit small, family. They were raised in that happy environment, each eventually falling in love with one of the young males they grew up with. Alecto and her mate eventually had pups - such sweet little things that Tisi and her Cith were beginning to talk of having pups of their own. However, it was not meant to be. A stranger came to their lands, hanging about and developing an unnatural obsession with Alecto. They kept chasing him off, but he would not stay far away. One day, when Tisiphone was away from the den, he returned, slaughtering the little pack, pups and all.
Devastated and furious beyond reason, Tisiphone vowed her vengeance and took to a life of wandering, never stopping her search for her mate and sister's killer. Somehow along the way, she collected three companions just as lost and ragtag as she. They became the Painted Band. Tisphone had a new purpose - find a safe home for her makeshift family. Yet even as she searched and searched for a home, she never stopped looking for the murderer.
Eventually, they found their way to a pack called Acropolis. Though the pack was large, it found room for a few more able-bodies members. It was a new beginning for them all, even Tisiphone, for it was there that she found Hephaestus, the alpha who would become her new mate. There at last, her family's killer having been quietly disposed of with the help of a certain wandering wolf, Tisiphone found the will to start a real life for herself. A life she would protect with all of her might.
About:
This fierce femme may be rather snarly, but she has a good heart. Loyal unto death, she would do everything and anything in her power to protect those under her care. Because of her painful losses early in life, it is difficult for Tisiphone to show outright affection. Her brand is a little more gruff than most, but no less genuine. She feels, perhaps, too much love. But beware - if she is grievously wronged, she will have her revenge, and it will not be pleasant.
Important People:
• Cith: (deceased) They grew up together, and then they fell in love. He was her first mate, though he was murdered before they could have pups of their own. His death shattered her heart to the point that she was not certain she would ever be able to love again.
• Alecto: (deceased) As the only surviving members of their family, Tisi and Alecto were very close. Her death cost Tisiphone dearly.
• Hephaestus: Even before she set eyes on him, she was drawn to this male. With him, she has given life and love a second chance. Perhaps this time, fate will smile upon her.
• Heyoka: One of the Painted Band, this young female lies somewhere between annoying little sister and worry-inducing daughter.
• Captain: One of the Painted Band, this beta balances Tisi's temper with his cool head and impeccable manners.
• Zanza'jin: One of the Painted Band, this male takes great pleasure in flirting with Tisi. She always thought it harmless, but he took the news of her taking a mate so hard, she has to wonder if his feelings were perhaps more genuine than she had believed.
• Pups: Megaera, the firstborn female and heir of Tisi's line; Zeus, the firstborn male who looks so much like his father; Andromeda, a quiet girl; Abraxas, who likes to think he's bad; and Nike, the runt of the litter.
Looking For:
Disaster/post-disaster RP. Pack and family RP. Painted Band RP.
RP Log:
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:40 am
The Warmaster
Don't be fooled by my calm exterior. I'm just sizing you up for a body bag.
 Arkadios
Meaning: A Greek name meaning "bear".
Nicknames: Dios, Dio
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Physical Characteristics: He is a grey and brown behemoth with markings like blue oil on water. His eyes are vibrant blue and he wears a brown cloak of the Shadowclan. His tail is missing, though he never mentions how it happened.
Pack: The Shadowclan
Rank: Warmaster (gamma)
Mate: Probably never gonna happen
Obtained: Brotherhood Pack RP Contest
RP Color: blueHistory:
Arkadios started his life as a loner. His views were a bit too...unique for most wolves to stomach, so he was not welcome in any of the packs he had come across. Of course, he had no interest in those packs, either. After all, what good would it do to form a relationship with what mighe become your next meal? So, while he was curious about pack life, he was content to remain alone. Until he met Danel. This strong, red wolf not only shared Dios's views, he lived by them and welcomed Arkadios as his brother. From that moment on, Dios has been unwaveringly loyal to Danel, the only God-Alpha that he has ever acknowledged.
Even after Danel disappeared on his hunt, Dios's loyalty was not swayed. Instead, he kept faith in Danel and watched the pack in his absence, doing his best to keep it safe while waiting for the God-Alpha to return. His already impressive combat abilities were only honed by his time with the Brotherhood, and he used those skills to protect the pack from without and within. While the pack was overwhelmed by a storm of chaos and confusion, Dios was like a calm port. His confidence and practicality served to settle his brothers.
Now that the Disaster has struck, the pack seems to be calming once again, much to his satisfaction. He will do what he must to ensure the continued well-being of the Shadowclan.
About:
Arkadios is a practical wolf. While he acknowledges the importance of large events, he does not get lost in them, nor does he bother getting tangled in the little details. He understands that regardless of everything, life still carries on. The pack still needs to be fed; the territory still needs to be protected; and the ranks still need to be filled. He looks at the bigger picture, plans for the future, and and makes certain that what needs doing gets done.
He is also watchful. While his quiet ways might make him seem aloof or distant, he is actually paying close attention to the goings-on of the pack, taking note of those who are loyal and those who may need to be dealt with. Where his personal matters are concerned, he is rather patient, but when it comes to the safety of the pack, he is completely unforgiving. The Shadowclan is a pack of willful males; it needs firm handling and Dios will not hesitate to deal with problems appropriately.
On a more personal note, Dios himself is emotionally detached. He may have a vague fondness for his pack, but it is his sense of loyalty to Danel that motivates this more than anything else. Danel was the first - and thus far only - wolf to elicit any strong emotional response from Dio. For the most part, he lives his live...not precisely with cold calculation, but a sort of rational detachment, almost apathy. Because of this, he is as capable of killing any of his brothers as a stranger. Their lives are only worth as much as their loyalty to the God-Alpha and their usefulness to the pack. It makes him terrifyingly effective both as a warrior and as the chief of internal police.
Important People:
• Danel: (missing) The only wolf that Dios has ever acknowledged as his superior and the only wolf that he has ever thought of as worthy or capable of being God-Alpha. Danel holds Dios' unwavering loyalty and obedience.
• Soren: The first pup that Dios has ever taken a personal interest in. He is an apprentice of sorts to the Warmaster.
Looking For:
Disaster RP. Post-disaster RP. Pack RP with established members, new members, or young brothers looking to be warriors.
RP Log:
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 12:02 pm
The Lost Soul
We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves?
 Lucian
Meaning: A Romanian name derived from the Latin lux, meaning "light".
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult
Physical Characteristics: His coat is dark grey-brown, lighter on the bottom, and dark rings around his grey eyes. He also sports a mottled band around his left foreleg. He is strong and quick, his agility and reflexes would make for a good warrior.
Pack: None
Rank: Lone
Mate: n/a
Obtained: A gift from She-Ra
RP Color: saddlebrownHistory:
His world began in fire and thunder. In suffocating smoke and ash as far as the eye could see. He dragged himself out of the river and saw nothing but total obliteration. Blackened, charred remains and bizarre shapes of twisted rock where once there must have been trees and soft sands. He did not know what had come to pass to make the world so, only that there could be no life here. Neither did he know how he had come to be in this place, what life he had led to bring him here, but that did not seem terribly important. Not in the face of such destruction.
No. What mattered was finding air that did not attempt to clog his lungs with every breath. Water that was not muddy and grey with the rain of soot. Food that was more flesh than charcoal. He knew that he would not find such things here. There was really nothing to do, then, but move. Find lands that were still fertile. Lands that had not faced this devastation.
With no thoughts in mind beyond survival, the young male struck forth into the unknown, hoping only that he found good water before death decided to take him.
Though the hot ash scalded the pads of his paws, the wolf kept moving. He could not say for how long. Days? Weeks? Months? It was all the same. Eventually, the air became easier to breathe. The embers cooled. As time went on, he found clean water and hints of green on the earth. Small game presented itself to him. The farther he traveled, the more life he found. Even scents he recognized as other wolves.
None of those scents struck him as familiar, but they still stirred something in him. Enough, at least, for a single, quiet word to swim to the surface of his mind. A name. His name. He was alive and hale and had a name by which to call himself. For now, that was enough.
About:
Having forgotten his roots, Lucian has been placed in the unusual position of rediscovering himself. It is a slow process, as it is often dependent on meeting others and analyzing his interactions with them. However, he is slowly coming to realize a few things about himself. He can hold his own in a fight. He can keep himself well-fed. He is more tolerant of females than males.
This last is the most noteworthy of his discoveries. Given two wolves of equal disposition, but opposite gender, Lucian is more willing to tolerate the female's poor temperament than the male's. Perhaps he was brought up with good manners.
Regardless, he finds that he can also be rather protective and he does not enjoy even the thought of yielding to anyone. He is, perhaps, a proud wolf, though he does not think himself arrogant. What else lies dormant beneath the surface of his psyche, only time will reveal.
Important People:
• Parents: Orithia, his mother, the new alpha of Antianeira; Apollo, his father. He cannot remember them.
• Siblings: Gwyn-Teir, his sister; and Ion, his brother. He cannot remember them.
Looking For:
Right now, Lucian is simply wandering the land, searching for nothing in particular, but trying to find himself. So, just about any interaction would be good. However, I don't want him to meet up with any Antianeiran or YMCA wolves yet - or if he does, they cannot bring up his past.
• I would like for him to acquire a tag-along or two. Wolves who are willing to follow him for whatever reason. He has some protective instincts and a good head on his shoulders. A born alpha, I would like to get him a pack someday. But that's a ways off, I should think.
• Since he's relearning himself, I'm looking for all kinds of interactions, including less than amicable ones. I wouldn't mind him getting in a confrontation.
• As ever, I'd love to see the lady who could win his heart.
• Suggestions? Ideas? Plots to throw at me? I'm all ears.
RP Log:
• To Its Logical Conclusion: Thrush & Lucian (In Progress)
• Going the Right Way: Mahu & Lucian (In Progress)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 12:12 pm
The Stitch-mouthed Witch
Could you spare a little kindness? I just want to feel human.
 Ethelinda
Meaning: An Old English name meaning "noble snake".
Nicknames: Ethie
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Physical Characteristics: Grey and brown, she has the look of a garter snake. Her eyes are yellow.
Pack: Order of the Rose...kinda, for now.
Rank: Gamma
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Courtly Calumny RP Contest
RP Color: darkseagreenHistory:
Ethelinda has lived surrounded by disaster all her life. It follows at her heels like a needy pup wherever she goes, creating all manner of chaos and destruction. Because of this, her own family drove her out of her birth pack. For a while, she tried to find another home, but it proved fruitless. Disaster always struck and soon, she had garnered a reputation as "the stitch-mouthed witch", the snake whose sole purpose was to poison the lives of other wolves. Packs turned her away scarcely before she could approach them.
For a time, the loneliness of her life consumed her. She scarcely knew what to do with herself and she craved the comfort and safely of a pack at night. However, eventually Ethie grew accustomed to - almost appreciative of - her solitary life. Her skills in tracking and stealth became unparallelled. Not even a rabbit poised for flight would notice her approach. Best of all, with no one else around, there was no one for her disasters to harm. After all, she was always exempt from harm whenever they came. She had even begun to have a perverse appreciation for them. At least they made life interesting.
However, her relatively quiet existence was not meant to last. Pale two-leggers soon invaded the land that she had claimed for her own. They killed the forest and chased all of the game away with their noise and fire. For the first time in her life, Ethelinda wanted disaster to strike. In fact, she prayed for it. She did not have long to wait. One night, the two-leggers' pet fire got out of control and consumed them...and took a great deal of the forest with them.
As ever, Ethie escaped unharmed, but others had not. One of these was a young pup by the name of Chibiterasu. He was only just clinging to life when she found him, but his wounds had not been caused by the fire. Ethie regarded their meeting as one crafted by fate. She took that pup and nursed him back to health, adopting him as her own. Perhaps her luck was turning around at last, for her to have found such a blessing.
That fire had one other affect on Ethie. She began to question the disasters that followed her. Perhaps they were not disasters at all, but punishments well earned. After all, those two-leggers had certainly deserved their fate. Rather than a harbinger of doom, perhaps she was an instrument of justice...
About:
Ethelinda is a curious mixture of optimism and realism. She has had a hard and lonely life, but it is precisely because she understands how unforgiving life can be that she recognizes the importance of kindness and compassion. Though it is rarely granted to her, she holds it dear to her heart, choosing to let her actions be guided by its hand.
In addition to her skills in tracking and hunting, Ethie has a keen mind. This makes her quite capable of thriving on her own. Of course, they would also make her a valuable asset to any pack - a hope which she continues to hold, however faintly. After all, just because disaster flows in her wake does not mean that it rules her. Ethie has a strong belief in fate; everything happens for a reason, including her disasters. Someday the wheel will even turn in her favor and guide her to where she is supposed to be.
Beyond that, she is a pretty grounded individual. Having been persecuted her whole life, it takes a lot to rattle her. However, if she ever found something good in her life, something worth protecting, she would do so unto death. It might break her to lose it.
Important People:
• Chibiterasu: Ethie found this pup after one of her disasters and nursed him back to health. She thinks of him as her own son.
Looking For:
Disaster RP, Order RP, Chibi RP =D
RP Log:
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 12:29 pm
The Broken Bird
Life is all about dreams. Otherwise, we merely live a nightmare.
 Finch
Meaning: She is named for the little songbirds common to the area.
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Physical Characteristics: She has a dark red coat with white points and underbelly. She has pale tan-orange markings on her face, back, and paws. Her eyes are gold. She is on the smaller side of average in size, a dainty little bird.
Pack: n/a
Rank: Shaman of the Forest
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Re-home from Moth
RP Color: firebrickHistory:
Captured at an early age by humans and used in dog fighting rings, Finch and her siblings had a harsh and bloody start to their lives. Seeing dogs and wolves fight each other to the death - being forced to participate in such lethal games - it was more than Finch could take. She was not a violent wolf by nature. It went against everything in her blood. Yet under the stress of it all, she discovered something precious: she could speak to trees...and they spoke back. Sheer desperation and her new-found ability allowed her to escape the humans, but she could not take her siblings with her. However, by the time she was able to get free, her mind was already broken.
Lost and alone, living in the wilds for the first time that she could remember, Finch simply wandered for a time. Eventually, however, she settled in a forest that did more than speak to her - it sang. There, she settled, never truly alone for all that there were no other wolves to be found. Occasionally, a stranger would wander into her forest, and she would heal them if need be or let them be on their way, if her forest deemed them malicious. It was a quiet life, but it was balm to her shattered mind. The only thing missing was her siblings. She hoped they would come soon.
Unfortunately, her life seemed destined for tragedy. A great cataclysm shook Telk, changing its face entirely. That cataclysm stole Finch's forest from her, burning the only real friend she had to so much ash. In agony and despair, she fled, hardly knowing where she was going. Only time may tell what the future has in store for her.
About:
A pacifist by nature, Finch's early exposure to the violence and cruelty of humans started a downward spiral that ended in a shattered mind. Her thoughts were often scattered and she tried to keep everything simple. If she did anything else, she feared that she would lose what little sanity she had left. So, she guarded her peaceful existence religiously and lived in the moment, hoping that her tragic life would take a fairy tale turn and everything would be perfect.
She guarded it, that is until the catastrophe.
Now, her mind is in turmoil, still railing from the loss of her beloved forest. She knows not what will become of her or what to do with herself. She scarcely knows who she is, anymore. She is in a state of change and no one can guess what will become after her metamorphosis.
Important People:
• Siblings: (deceased?) Tiah, a haunted Seer; Elk, a lone male; Fawn, the eldest and wisest of the siblings.
Looking For:
Post-disaster RP. A nasty wolf or two interested in using Finch's power for their own purposes.
RP Log:
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 12:58 pm
The Seeker
Tomorrow flows ever from yesterday.
 Draga
Meaning: A Croatian name meaning "precious".
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Physical Characteristics: She has bright blue eyes and a snow-flecked grey coat. She also boasts comely stripes across her muzzle and above her eyes. Her fur is thick, meant to withstand cold climes, and she is on the smaller side of average in size.
Pack: n/a
Rank: Gamma
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Re-home from The_Thread_Reaper
RP Color: tealHistory:
When she and her sister were but pups with no more than a few months under their paws, disaster struck. Draga cannot remember how it happened, whether it was an accident or by design, unforgiving mother nature or vicious wolves. What she remembers is the cold. The feeling of suffocation. Waking up beneath the snow and having to dig herself out. When she reach the surface, she found her parents, half-buried themselves and no longer among the living. Beyond that, she saw only an endless expanse of white, a pristine layer of snow untouched by wolf. What she did not find was her sister.
Not knowing what else she could do, Draga made her way down the mountain - perhaps because it was easier than going up - stumbling, half-frozen and starved. It was a miracle she survived long enough to be found and taken in by a wandering wolf. They never grew especially close, Draga and her rescuer, but neither was their relationship strained. The wanderer treated Draga well enough and taught her what she needed to know to survive on her own. When the young female was old enough to make her own way in the world, they parted cordially, knowing that they were never liable to meet again.
Draga had a purpose in life. She had never found her sister, but she was possessed with some inexplicable knowing. Somewhere in the vast world, Senka was alive.
She found the pack that had taken her sister in without too much trouble, but she learned that she had already missed Senka. Apparently she was wandering Telk on her own, off on some ridiculous journey for gods knew how long. Rather than wait around and hope for the best, Draga set off after her sister, determined to find her at all cost.
About:
Draga has a great deal of pride, both as a wolf and as a female. She dislikes being talked down to or being treated as an ignorant female and has little patience for condescending or close-minded wolves. Any of those things are certain to anger her, but her temper rarely runs hot. Like the snow on her coat, she turns cold and disdainful when she is in a mood.
Of course, there is more to this wolf than pride and temper. Draga comports herself with grace and decorum. She is courteous to any wolf she comes across, though of course her respect has to be earned. In general, she has a good heart and strong morals; and though she has her quest before her, she is not above helping a wolf in need.
Beyond that, this femme keeps a few dreams close to her heart. The first and most obvious is finding her sister. It would mean the world to her if only she could know for certain that her only family in the world was safe. The second is to find her one and only, her very own true love, for she believes in soul mates and hopes to find her own someday. Who knows what other secrets might lie in her heart.
Important People:
• Senka: Though they have not seen each other since they were pups, Draga knows that her sister is out there somewhere. She continues to search.
Looking For:
Post-disaster RP. A tip on Senka's whereabouts. True love. Perhaps a wolf in distress to rescue.
RP Log:
• A Bump in the Road: Draga & Stavros (In Progress)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 1:19 pm
The Sweet Assassin
Such a lovely thing, even tainted with blood.
 Youko
Meaning: A Japanese name combining the elements "sun, sunlight" and "child".
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: Female
Age: Young adult
Physical Characteristics: She has a medium, moss green coat with a paler underbelly; her lower legs are striped. Her eyes are bright blue. She is average in size, but is easily overlooked due to her lack of presence.
Pack: n/a
Rank: Gamma
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Prize from a dice game
RP Color: olivedrabHistory:
To say that Youko had a rather unique childhood would be putting it kindly. Whatever became of her parents, she was raised by her uncle...who just happened to be an assassin. In order to please him, she trained under him, honing her skills and perfecting the violent arts that he imparted upon her. She became quite skilled. Of course, her motivation was certainly high. He was the only family that she had left and she could not bear the thought of disappointing him, though there was always the added incentive that he was liable to kill her if she proved more of a burden than asset.
Eventually, they parted, Uncle going his own way and leaving Youko to her own devices. Directionless, not sure if she wants to join a pack or drift like the breeze forever, she wanders Telk.
About:
Youko is a sweet girl, ladylike and a little shy. Eager to please, she does not like any yelling in her vicinity and hates for people to be angry with her. As a result, she can sometimes be a bit of a pushover; and though she does not like to feel used, she does like to be helpful. It would probably not be very difficult to manipulate her if one could first win her over to one's cause. However, one must use caution when dealing with her, for she can be extremely dangerous in more ways than one.
As a master assassin, she is perfectly capable of carrying out her threats. If she thought it was the right thing to do, or that it would please someone she looks up to or cares about, Youko would have absolutely no qualms about killing someone no matter how slight the provocation. That is to say, she would as easily mark a wolf who murdered someone's sister as a wolf who offended someone's pride. Her morals are funny that way.
Important People:
• Uncle: Youko's uncle, he took her in when her parents disappeared and trained her in his violent arts. Though they no longer travel together, he remains her most important person.
Looking For:
Post-disaster RP.
RP Log:
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 7:03 pm
The Renegade Lady
Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice.
 Ainelaith
Meaning: From the Gaelic words áine, meaning "radiance", and flaith, meaning "princess, lady".
Nicknames: Aine
Gender: Female
Age: Teen?
Physical Characteristics: Her coat is white, though she boasts vibrant blue, dragon-like markings along her back, inherited from her father. Her eyes are blue.
Pack: Draug Faroth?
Rank: Princess?
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Re-home from Jungle.
RP Color: steelblueHistory:
Born royalty, Aine ought to have been pampered and protected, or so most would believe. In truth, she was mostly left to her own devices. Regardless, she received no special treatment. However, her Aunt Audial took it upon herself to attempt to instill ladylike qualities in this wild child. The result was a mutually antagonistic relationship between the two as they tested their wills against each other. Of course, it was done most civilly. They were, after all, family. Despite her best efforts to the contrary, Aine did absorb her aunt's lessons. When she so chooses, she is perfectly capable of acting with grace and decorum.
About:
Ainelaith is the independent sort. She believes in doing things for herself and hates relying on others, and she can be most stubborn. Quite often, she runs off on her own, exploring the world and learning about any and everything that she can. She is an adventurer at heart. Telk is her playground.
Perhaps because of this, Aine is also the type whose curiosity gets the better of her. It leads her into all kinds of trouble, sometimes more than she can handle. Of course, she likes to act worldly and mature and would sooner bite her tongue than say anything that made it sound like she might need help. This sometimes conflicts with her drive to learn, and the more her pride and thirst come to head, the more evident it becomes to her that something has to give. Perhaps as she grows, she will learn to compromise.
Important People:
• Parents: Switch, a bear of a wolf, he is nonetheless a bit of a softy, especially when it comes to his daughter; Falathiel, her mother.
• Siblings: Veassen, her brother.
• Aduial: Aine's aunt, she has taken it upon herself to teach Aine how to be a proper lady in their rough and tumble pack, regardless of how annoying Aine finds the lessons or how often she runs off to play.
Looking For:
Disaster/post-disaster RP. War RP (all the plots!). Sudhuir RP. Possibly something where Aine ends up in RoT territory and gets herself into big trouble.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 7:18 pm
Endless Possibility
I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent.
 Belladonna
Meaning: She is named for the poisonous plant atropa belladonna, all parts of which can be fatal.
Nicknames: Bella
Gender: Female
Age: Teen?
Physical Characteristics: Her coat is bright medium-dark green. She boasts plum markings on her face, paws, and tail. Her eyes are golden. She is very agile.
Pack: Antianeira
Rank: ???
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Gift from Fen.
RP Color: greenHistory:
Born of the forbidden union between an Antianeiran warrior and a Shadowclan thief, Belladonna's very right to exist was questionable. However, her mother kept her secret well, so Bella and her sisters were able to live fairly normal lives within the pack. Their unknown father remained the source of some scandal, of course.
Perhaps such circumstances would cause another wolf to feel some insecurity, but they did not appear to affect Bella at all. In fact, they may have benefited her, adding to her mystery and causing others to leave her to her own devices more easily. Regardless, she did not concern herself with what the pack might think of her. No. In her arrogance, she tended to ignore them in favor of puzzling out something worthy of her time and focus. Because of that, there were precious few wolves she would willingly spend time with. She may or may not consider them friends, but at the very least, she considered them intelligent enough to warrant her attention.
As for the warrior nature of her pack, Belladonna had little trouble learning the techniques the sisters passed down. So, she did not need to spend much time honing her skills. She did, of course, have other reasons for continued practice. First, such things were expected of females of the pack and being seen practicing them spared her droll arguments with the older females...and gave them more incentive to overlook her other habits. Second, while the techniques were simple enough to master, it was still necessary to exercise to build up strength and stamina. Third, there is a certain amount of pleasure to be had in finding the most efficient methods of defeating an opponent. The warrior arts were not such a terrible way to pass the time.
About:
Having inherited much of her father's intellect, Belladonna has a tendency to look down on anyone she considers inferior...which consists of most of the population. In fact, she is almost disdainful of them, finding their concerns petty and their affairs selfish. Unlike Rorret, however, she does not have the same problem interacting with the general populace. Rather, she shuns them on purpose, easily growing bored with their insignificant squabbles and idiotic ambitions. This is not to say that she will not speak with others. One would simply have to be wary of her sharp tongue and dismissive attitude.
Belladonna is certain that there is a higher purpose in the world, something fundamentally more than what her pack currently has to offer. She simply has to find it. Perhaps it is hidden within people, a puzzle to be picked apart. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with them. Perhaps someone will come along and draw her into society, where she could become a veritable puppet-master, making people and events dance to her whims. Perhaps her intellect and strength can be bent to a purpose. She would surely be a most effective player. Regardless of what her future holds, she searches for that indescribable something to make her life worthwhile.
Important People:
• Parents: Azalea, her mother, she has a false sense of rightfulness to everything in the pack; Rorret, her father, she does not know him since his mating with her mother was highly illegitimate on both sides.
• Siblings: Dahlia, Zinnia, and Amaryllis, her sisters; Zarathustra, the brother that she is not liable to ever meet, he has been taken to the Shadowclan.
Looking For:
Disaster/post-disaster RP. Family and pack RP. Possibly some interaction with someone she finds to be close to an intellectual equal. Also, possibly some task or greater purpose for her to lend her mind to.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 7:33 pm
The Heir
I'm all about fitness. If you see me coming, run.
 Megaera
Meaning: She is named for the Greek Fury; her name means "grudging" or "the jealous one".
Nicknames: Meg
Gender: Female
Age: Pup
Physical Characteristics: Her coat is primarily a rusty orange, though she has black points and a mask, and three red stripes on either side of her muzzle. Her emerald eyes were inherited from her mother. She is quite large for a female.
Pack: Acropolis
Rank: ???
Mate: n/a
Obtained: February 2012 breeding.
RP Color: chocolateHistory:
Descendant of the alphas, Megaera held a special place in her mother's line. As the oldest daughter of the oldest daughter, she was the keeper of the line. This meant that she was responsible for her family, past, present, and future. It probably meant other things, too, but Meg was too young to really understand or care about it much yet. Either way, it had little bearing on her everyday life. Instead, she lived a life much like other pups, pestering her elders and playing with her siblings.
Despite the fact that some of her mother's sense of responsibility had passed on to her, Meg felt pretty reluctant about the whole thing. She might help her siblings or do her duty, but she would act very put-on about it. Perhaps she will get better as she gets older, but it would not be advisable to bet upon it.
About:
A little self-centered, Megaera has her share of flaws. She can be jealous; she can be petty; she can be fickle; and she really knows how to hold a grudge. If something makes her angry enough or offends her pride strongly enough, she will remember it until the day she dies. It would be best not to be lulled into a false sense of security if she does not take her revenge right away. She does not forget and she rarely forgives. It may take some time, but she can be patient. She always pays back what is owed, with interest.
However, it would be unfair to say that this femme is wholly unpleasant. In fact, Megaera is usually a pretty amiable individual. Her sense of duty is something that she cannot deny. She lives by a set of rules that she crafted from a combination of her mother's teachings and her own thoughts on the matter. Truly, it is only her sense of duty that keeps her living by those rules, for she would rather wash her paws of all such responsibility. Or at least, she does her best to act that way. Deep in her heart, she must surely care more than she lets on.
Over all of this, she wears a veil of capriciousness that she only loosens for her more moral rules in spite of herself. In short, she is a surprisingly complicated wolf - one who is rather difficult to predict at times.
Important People:
• Parents: Tisiphone, her mother, loving if temperamental, she places the burden of heir to her line on Meg; Hephaestus, her father, he is a wise, if silly father.
• Siblings: Andromeda and Nike, her sisters; Zeus and Abraxas, her brothers.
Looking For:
Disaster/post-disaster RP. Family and pack RP.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 7:43 pm
The Dreamer
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only at night.
 Andromeda
Meaning: Her name means "to think of a man" in Greek. It is also borne my a mythological princess, a constellation, and a galaxy.
Nicknames: Andie
Gender: Female
Age: Pup
Physical Characteristics: Her coat is primarily white; she has black markings on her legs and tail, and three red stripes on her tail. She bears a black mask. Her eyes are golden. She is lithe.
Pack: Acropolis
Rank: ???
Mate: n/a
Obtained: February 2012 breeding.
RP Color: mediumvioletredHistory:
Growing up in a large and remote pack, Andromeda never had any real experience with strife, but that was fine with her. Though she enjoyed hunting down mysteries, she felt no need to get tangled up in dangerous situations - not that she was afraid of fighting, she just saw no need for it. No, it suited her just fine to live in the clouds - literally and figuratively. The way she saw it, her pack was so large that even if she did get bored, all she had to do was visit someone new or explore someplace that she hadn't really been yet.
Perhaps someday if she really felt like it, she could go exploring in the outside world, but she was content for the time being. She may not be a fighter like her sister, but she was still perfectly capable of looking after herself. Her mother made certain of that. Of course, she might never leave the pack. Maybe adventure would come to her instead.
About:
Despite her little rebellious streak, Andromeda is nonetheless pretty laid back. She tries not to let anything get her down and enjoys seeking out the beauty and wonder in life. It is mystery that she loves, for what is life without it? Sometimes, she seeks to solve these mysteries and sometimes she is content to let the be - whichever feels right at the time. Given her appreciation of such things, it only makes sense that she is a romantic at heart. It does not matter if it is the romance between two lovers, the romance in a lifestyle or situation, or the bittersweet tang of a tragedy. Andromeda adores it all.
Dreamer though she may be, Andie is no silly little girl. She has uncommon clarity of perception, and her unbiased mind allows her to see things that others might overlook or disregard. She is also uncommonly stubborn. When she sets her mind to something, it is quite impossible to change her mind. Any attempts at dissuasion will be met with a calm and resolute refusal.
Important People:
• Parents: Tisiphone, her mother, she is loving and temperamental; Hephaestus, her father, he is wise and silly and very kind.
• Siblings: Megaera and Nike, her sisters; Zeus and Abraxas, her brothers.
Looking For:
Disaster/post-disaster RP. Family and pack RP. I think she might get on well with Captain and might be a daddy's girl.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 7:54 pm
The Patient Avenger
To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster: Either condemn or crown your hatred.
 Malik
Meaning: An Arabic name meaning "king".
Nicknames: Mal
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Physical Characteristics: As with most Sunlords, his coat is a striking contrast of colors - brilliant golds over deep purples in striped designs. The mark on his forehead looks almost like flame and his gold eyes have a clawed mask.
Pack: Sunlords
Rank: Striker Warlord
Mate: n/a
Obtained: 24hr Sunlord Personality/History Contest, Pre-Opening Event, Aug. 2014
RP Color: purpleHistory:
Long before he became the wolf he is today, Malik was but a pup, nursed on tales of an ancient war, reared on legends of the sun and the moon, and weaned on battle. He was taught that the Sunlords had suffered a painful loss, but he was shown that they had not been truly defeated. After all, did they not still rule their ancestral lands? Did they not still protect the great sun from the wiles of the beautiful moon? Did they not still have their honor?
For a time, he believed the teachings of his elders - what young creature wishes to find fault in the truths of its parents? For a time, he even looked upon the Timekeepers with something akin to awe - the admiration unique to a young wolf gazing upon a hero. They were clearly a strong pack, to have beaten the Sunlords. Their ways were mysterious and intriguing. Their emissaries were treated with respect and courtesy (or at least what looked like it, to his young eyes). What was there that he should not admire?
This admiration was shared by his sister, his only litter-mate. She desired the freedoms that Timekeeper females were said to have, longed for a chance to join them. She asked Malik to help persuade their father to send her. The older, wiser wolf was reluctant at first, but the combined efforts of his children bested his better judgement. When she was old enough and the opportunity presented itself, she was traded to the Timekeepers. A willing convert.
Though he missed her, Malik was glad for his sister. She could experience the freedoms of this strange pack, learn its mysteries. Discover its secrets. He was glad, that is, until he asked the next emissary how she fared. He was distractedly, if politely, informed of her death.
Malik was lost.
His entire world took a drastic turn. He did not know what to think anymore. He went through the motions of life in a daze. This continued for some days before another young male made some offhand comment about the Timelords and their females during a practice session with the other young warriors-in-training. If asked, Malik could not even recall what words were said. All he knew was that, in that moment, something snapped inside of him. He tore into his year-mate with such vicious ferocity that the other male, unprepared and shocked, was hardly able to fight back. By the time the other males thought to intervene, Malik's hapless target was terribly wounded. He survived, but not without scars to show for it.
After that, Malik became known for his...passion in battle. He developed a reputation for the speed and viciousness of his attacks and quickly made a name for himself. Eventually, he challenged for the position of Warlord of the Strikers - challenged and won. He has led his warriors with a firm paw ever since.
About:
Malik is a proud wolf. He feels guilty for the part he played in sending his sister to the Timekeepers, but holds those godless wolves responsible for her fate. As long as the sun stands in the sky, he will never forgive them. Somehow, someday, he is determined to get his revenge.
Yet even so, he knows that it is not so simple as that. There is a reason that the Sunlords lost to the Timekeepers so long ago, and that reason still stands. Numbers. Their masters in all but name still outnumber them, still hold them under their paw, still keep them under close scrutiny while remaining aloof and unknown. There is a severe imbalance between the two packs and Malik resents them for it. He is restless and frustrated, but he knows that he must be patient. At the moment, there is nothing that the Sunlords can do to rebel that would not result in their decimation or annihilation.
Even so, he refuses to wallow in impotent rage. Instead, he quietly, carefully, seeks some means to change the balance between the two packs. Surely somewhere in the vast world, there must be a way...
Until he can discover it, however, he must play his part. Though suffering the presence of the Timekeepers in his territory is galling, he rather enjoys his position in the pack and has no intention of shirking his duties. For all that he is consumed by his need for revenge, Malik is not a disloyal wolf. He is proud to call himself a Sunlord and wishes only for a return of their glory. With that in mind, he does all that he can to make his warriors strong and ready them for the time when they will need to fight their greatest enemy.
Important People:
• Siblings: Sister, deceased
Looking For:
• Anything with his (or other) warriors. Maybe a confrontation. Maybe just training. Maybe something else, entirely.
• Anything with others disgruntled at the Timekeeper presence. Always good to have like minds meet.
• Perhaps something with a pack member who has an opposing view. He's pretty passionate about his opinion, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't be fun to see him butt heads with someone else.
• It would be particularly interesting to find something with an outsider (or fellow pack member) who might be able to make a suggestion as to what to do about the pack's situation.
• Romance, baby~ He might not be looking for love, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't be fun to see it bite him in the a**.
• Basically, anything else. lol I'm open to suggestions
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 10:00 am
The Priestess
I see the truth within your lies
I hear the secrets deep inside
I see your soul behind your eyes
I know the sins you seek to hide
 Veera
Meaning: It is a Finnish name derived from the Russian word for faith and the Latin word for truth.
Nicknames: Vee, Veer
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Physical Characteristics: Her coat is a dark, rusty red. She has light tan paws and dots on her face, and glass-green eyes.
Pack: Polum'ya Vataga
Rank: ???
Mate: n/a
Obtained: Rehome from Dovaxy
RP Color: darkredHistory:
Born to a mated pair within her pack, Veera's upbringing was fairly typical. She romped with other pups; sat at the storyteller's paws listening to the fantastical legends of their origins; and learned well the ways of the pack from the teachers. From her youth, she was baptized in the warrior's arts, as all Polum'ya are, and upon adulthood, faced her trial with poise and courage. For a time, all was well. Her place in the pack was sure and her pack's greatness was unquestionable. Yet she found, when faced with the gods' wrath, that she knew very little of the world.
Driven from the only home she had ever known and separated from her pack, she was thrust into the unknown. Despite the scarcity of resources, this wolf survived: a testament to the skills imparted to her by her elders and the knowledge entrusted to her people by the gods themselves. What Fire Dancer would be killed by ash and flame?
So, she made her way alone to the north, to fertile lands with strange peoples, thinking all the while. What previously unexplored knowledge might she find here? How could she use it? What use could she glean from it? What might she bring back to her pack? For she had no doubt that they had survived. Polum'ya was as eternal as their flame.
About: (U/C)
Veera is a contemplative wolf. She looks at the world through calm eyes and a studious mind. She is a very serene individual who can be uncannily perceptive - sometimes to the point of unnerving her pack mates - but her insight often proves invaluable. She has a way of cutting straight to the heart of the matter that so few possess. Nothing seems to unbalance her, either, making her particularly valuable in times of turmoil.
Those who know her may note a bit of fancifulness about her. A strange kind of disconnect between the she-wolf and reality, almost as though she is floating a bit above the world. Or perhaps living a bit to the side. Yet Veera insists that her way of looking at things is clearer than others, and who can disprove it? Who can find the blurred line between belief and reality? Who can call her false when her words are true?
Most consider her harmless - an odd thing, but one whose interests coincide with those of the pack. Yet who can know what really goes on the depths of her mind?
She dances between benevolent insanity and divine delusion, sounding every bit the sanctified priestess. The gods have tested her, judged her, and they have deemed her worthy. Who is more fit to interpret their signs and share their wisdom than she?
But is she truly mad or is the face she presents to the world merely a front? A carefully crafted farce meant to suit an as of yet unrevealed agenda. This wolf holds her secrets close to her heart, and she means to keep them there until such as time as she deems suitable to reveal herself.
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Looking For:
• To kick things off, I would like for her to meet a seer, or at least have someone tell her about them, to get her started on her path.
• Open to suggestions.
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