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 Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 10:30 am
exclaim Please post all personality contest entries here!
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 3:28 pm
Username: -Ghastly Demise-
Berserker Name: Melancholy Orchid
Personality:
He is Adaptable changing to the situation as needed, due to his quick thinking, he is also very Alert and Clear headed allowing him to think quickly while keeping an eye on his surroundings he is also quite clever, however he is very Skeptical it takes Quite a bit of logical proof and information to change his mind. Melancholy is Stubborn as well. he wont give up easily which can sometimes be his downfall. Melancholy can be very Hostile at times Especially when it comes to protecting his family line, he wont let any wolves seen as un trustworthy come near pups related to him or let them be seen by others outside his pack.
Temperament:Melancholic
A brief history:
Melancholy Orchid Grew up in the outskirts of the old bridge. having left his home long ago to begin a new, he abandoned the ways of his father who tried to teach him to go against the his mother's beliefs and of all that he trusted in growing up. taking his own name the wolf has made a place for himself out in the wild beckoning those he finds trust worthy to join him in his journey to start a. However this attempt was occasionally met with laughter, disgust and denial. as the others thought he was Insane for disowning his Original family name. this has caused him to distance himself and plan more accordingly, taking time to work out a logical way to start again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 7:09 pm
(Also open to female instead!)
Username: medigel
Berserker Name: Chuck Hawkeye
Personality: Hawkeye is a simple guy. While his breed is known more for its aggression, he strives to keep his temper under wraps, seeking nobler purposes to put his energy to. Not that this makes him a knight by any means: Hawkeye’s morally gray on a good day, and he can turn particularly selfish if there’s profit to be had in a job. But he does have a code, and he sticks to it: no harming pups, and to a lesser degree no harming females unless they ask for it. He’s something of a bodyguard for hire slash cowboy mix, and he values his independence as much as he does his code.
A wolf of his word, Hawkeye can be counted on to do the job and do it right, if he decides you’re worth the cause. He’s a private sort who will investigate and learn what he can about others before judging but rarely reveal much about himself. What he does say tends to be honest if blunt opinion. He’d call his own kids ugly if he thought so; it doesn’t make them less lovable. To Hawkeye, all are equal and worthy of being at least given a chance. Throw away that chance and, well...He is still a berserker.
Temperament: Noble
A brief history: The Hawkeyes were little more than a small clan of absolute killers in the north. Pups were rigorously trained and eaten if not run off of they didn’t meet the strict regimen all clanwolves undertook. Stationed by a cliff side, it became tradition to throw yearlings off into the snow below and force them to climb back home as a coming of age ceremony. There they would earn their true names and be given the surname of Hawkeye if they lived, for they had “soared” down and “flew” back up again.
Chuck was called such for this tradition, where he had been tossed with such fervor that the elders has been sure he would be nothing but ground chuck below for the birds to eat. And also because he was straight chucked over. (The Hawkeyes weren’t exactly creative with their names.) It was almost a disappointment that he returned to them within the day with only the scars of his trial as a souvenir. Chuck in particular was notorious for having scruples about the jobs they took on, as if the bloodlust wasn’t a prize in and of itself to pursue always.
He wasn’t sorry to leave them behind, and they didn’t care about his absence. It was about the only thing he and his pack had ever really agreed upon. Nowadays he goes by his family name, half because it sounds much better and half because he knows it’d piss them off more.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 7:25 pm
Username: Krysin
Berserker Name: Wretched Claw
Personality: There is something wrong with the Berserker - you can see it in the way they move, muscles twitching underneath the skin erratically, gestures short and stiff. Danger does not hide like blood underneath the skin, but rather dances atop it in a mystifying dance of rage and intent. When they speak words are thrown hazardously into the wind as hot and dangerous as wildfire. It is if they beg for the opportunity to greet death, but even as they invite it close they push it away. To play a dangerous game of cat and mouse is a thrill that Wretched falls victim to time and time again.
Temptation, after all, is a beautiful and terrifying mistress that they cannot ignore.
Temperament: Unpredictable and downright malicious at times, this berserker has all of the aggressiveness of the species with none of the sensibility to hold them-self back.
A brief history: Their clan is small, and growing smaller with each passing season. Time has worn them down from the greatness of their past. Conflict with the Raven clan during their ascent to power had crippled the Claw. It had never been a fight that they could have won. Their numbers dwindled and forced to fall into line, the clan of the Claw scraped by to recover what they had lost. Social pariahs for generations, Wretched is a prime example of a wolf that does not know how to act around others.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 7:26 pm
Username: Saint Vis
Berserker Name: Foxglove
Personality: Used improperly, Foxglove is deadly..
Foxglove is rather knowledgeable in the world of healing. It isn't what she dedicates her life works too but she definitely will help someone who asks her. She is pretty even-tempered for a Berserker but is quick to get irritated with another seeking healing if they do not listen to her word for word.
Foxglove's family was known for being apt killers, in which comes the other side of the lone female. If her services are needed she will kill for payment. Be it new herbs and healing ways to learn or trinkets and small things she can carry. She isn't afraid to put someone down, unless she grows slightly attached to their presence. She is a bit of a two-faced fellow and can sometimes be hard to gauge.
Temperament: Two-Faced Caretaker.
A brief history: Foxglove's mother was a Healer who tended to a Berserker who was known for being a hireable Killer. They eventually had a mutual agreement to try for pups, as they were both getting on with age and neither had found a companion to continue on their lines. It was an oddity, something that wasn't really normal for Berserkers but a Killer such as Foxglove's father didn't have much trust in any other.
Foxglove was the only pup born of their union and it had left her mother rather tired and not fully well. Foxglove spent her first year of life being trained by her father on the art of killing, and by her mother on the art of healing. Two very odd jobs to combine into one. Her mother passed away first and it left Foxglove to stumble into other remedies that worked and learning how to heal on her own. Her father went missing, perhaps having died himself which left Foxglove alone in the denser part of the Forest Ruins.
(Just Editing to put in Username, and say that I accept if Foxglove is a male instead!!)
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 7:33 pm
Username: Summer Raaven
Berserker Name: Black Grave
Personality:
There is really only one thing Black Grave cares about: himself. Although he hails from a prominent pack, he considers himself, for lack of a better word, the black sheep. Stalking the shadows at night and sleeping during the day, Black Grave has no time for company other than when it's absolutely necessary. An incoming threat to the territory? The reluctant Berserker does what he must, but not what he wants. He can, however, hold his own in a fight, as that was how the pups were raised; he'd just rather...not.
His eating habits are peculiar, in that he eats only after the original hunter has finished it's meal. The scraps left over are the real delicacies, and better yet - if it's been there a few days, untouched. His driven by the scent of the rotting smell, and it captivates him.
Temperament: Solitary
A brief history:
The Graves are a prominent clan; they hold themselves to the highest regard. Call it pompous, call it ludicrous, they simply do not care. The pups are raised to be ruthless, and a temperament of anything other than dark and twisted is trained out of each of them. They have no room for failure, no room for mistakes.
Black Grave has not been rejected, but he still lives on the outskirts of the territory, and they leave him to it. Better to let a killer be, then to mess with the minds of the mental...
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2019 5:33 pm
Username: Nymphiea
Berserker Name: Newt
Personality: Stubborn, curious, and ill-tempered, Newt has always been a wanderer with a bite. Their not interested in others and shows it with bared teeth when they try and get close. The only situation they'd ever actually bond with anyone or anything is if they genuinely felt safe around a wolf or group. Unfortunately, they hardly ever feel safe. Newt often feels like others have nefarious plans. They're distrustful and vaguely paranoid, honestly.
Newt likes to explore and conquer. They enjoy winning, really, as they haven't done it much prior. They can easily get addicted to power and unravel at the seams. Really, Newt is searching for something to satisfy something empty inside. Something they haven't been able to fill. Their chest feels empty and hollow and it almost hurts. Is it loneliness? Sorrow from their past?
They also love poisons. It's a morbid hobby grew by trying to cope with their past. They've begun experimenting with poison and even consumed very low doses to begin making a tolerance (only because they're incredibly paranoid of being poisoned). If you wrong Newt you'll either immediately find their teeth at your throat, or a long and painful death by whatever poison they're fond of at the time.
Temperament: Irritable, not trusting, and paranoid. They've lost everything once and refuse to do it again, although they also acknowledge they don't have much to lose at the current moment. Addicted to anything that makes them feel powerful after a life of being helpless. Really, just looking for a home, but instead of really exploring that they turn it into anger and distrust.
A brief history: Born into a very small clan, Newt was happy and loved the family name they had, although grief and tragedy have made them forcibly forget their old surname. Their clan had many enemies as they were likely to steal from their neighbors and take any resources they felt they needed.
Unfortunately, that meant one day a fed up clan arrived under the disguise of being distant relatives. While doubtful, Newt's father allowed them to stay close while he investigated. The neighboring clan befriended Newt's clan quickly, and while investigations were still being had they began to share meals together.
Newt was prone to exploring and getting in trouble for it. Often Newt would wander off as a puppy without anyone knowing where they were. Frustrated, their mother grounded them for the night. They'd eat after everyone else went to bed. This would save Newt's life, as that meal was poisoned and Newt's clan fell to it quickly. The neighboring clan left once their revenge was fulfilled and Newt left the den once the sun set to find a dead clan with foam around their mouth.
They weren't dumb -- Newt knew the cause of death. Horrified, the pup ran from the clan. Luckily, size and strength was not an issue. Newt survived into an adult, although their mental strength was questionable. Now cautions, angry, and honestly half the wolf they were now that they've repressed many of their memories, Newt wanders aimlessly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2019 11:34 pm
Username: ChexaRain
Berserker Name: Watcher
Personality: Devoid of attachments, even to his own kin, should the call go out to end them. He is quiet, elusive, and rarely will he involve himself in another's affairs unless they outrank him and demand it of him, as he holds just respect enough for authority to lower his head and complete a task.
Temperament: Cold. Uninvolved.
A brief history: From a young age, something wasn't quite right with Watcher. He was emotionally detached, sooner to see if someone could escape from trouble on their own than to help, and he earned his name from his inability to stop staring at what befell others and never lifting a paw to help a weaker wolf. His clan idolized him without being fully aware of what he was capable of.
He was born as the king crumbled into despair, into a clan that was raised purely for defending the throne and bred for numbers, not love. Of a sizable bulk litter, group raised from all breeding age females, only a few had passed the "inspection checkpoints" required of all pups to reach adulthood.
He had been one of only three remaining, much to the disgust of the elders within the clan, who were hoping for a better batch.
Had he been old enough at the time of the request for the head of the king's daughter, he would have done so without a shred of doubt in his mind. It was a logical reaction to the strife in his king's mind and he held the she-wolf in no high regard, much like most of his clan at the time.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2019 7:02 am
Username:Moxxiie
Berserker Name: Bonecrusher
Personality:
She is a rogue to the bone with a taste for violence. She uses her size to her advantage and will fight dirty whenever necessary. She isn't afraid to kill.
She will often hunt and fight for sport, or for hire.
Temperament:
She has a short fuse and is easy to anger, quick to snap and usually asks no questions.
A brief history:
She gets her name from the sound of bones breaking when her bloodlust is in full effect. As a pup, she was raised in a clan of brutal wolves who took no prisoners and executed the strictest form of kill or be killed. Her parents showed no love or mercy towards her, training her only to be a fighter, a force, and a killer. She's developed many battle scars, but wears them proudly, using each one to mark a kill.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2019 7:26 am
Username: DaerilS
Berserker Name: Harbinger
Personality: Dedicated, consistent, and reflective, Harbinger considers herself a phsychopomp to souls pleading to be departed to the afterlife. Serious about her chosen career, she can come across as single-minded, perhaps even barbaric to those not aligned with her belief that a good death is better than dying slow of age and illness. She's patient with the demands of those who seek her out, almost something of a caregiver despite fulfilling their requests equals a savagely bloody end.
Harbinger is not melancholic; there's nothing sad about her personality that explains the oft depressive nature of her chosen career. She's not whimsical either. She's practical about the nature of life and death, hard, but not icy. She takes pleasure in knowing she provided them a good end. It is a kindness, but more importantly, an honor! What joy she feels after defeating a particularly lively opponent, granting them the warrior's death they so deserved! It's a euphoric experience. The aftermath is a reflective time for Harbinger: despite her teachings in pup-hood, she's unsure of what the afterlife has in store. Many that come to her believe there will be great revelry and feasting, and she does nothing to dismiss or capitulate these beliefs. What she knows of death is stillness.
Honor is greatly important to Harbinger. To be noble is to be a true Berserker.
Temperament: Temporal
A brief history: The Bluestone Mountains are hard.
The Bluestone Mountains take, they carve, they set the strongest upon the land. Harbinger doesn't belong to a clan, she was born a b*****d and remained as such, gaining no surname into adulthood, even now middle-aged holding no such title. The early years were fairly average Harbinger suspects; her mother raised the pups with only the occasional assistance from a friendly elderly dire wolf who lived in proximity and had a relationship of convenience with the small family. He helped watch over the pups, their mother provided protection. It was here Harbinger had her first experience with death. It took months, but the elderly wolf grew weak, fragile, succumbing slowly to an unknown illness. On the night of his death their mother was gone hunting for the family and their neighbor, not present for his struggle or to explain to the pups how to process what was happening, so they huddled around him in his death throws, unable to do anything but watch and whimper. Harbinger was disgusted by this. Not in the old wolf but in the indignity he was forced to endure in his final months.
She grew up, learned the skills necessary to survive, and broke off from her family to forge her own path. Harbinger had figured life would flow in the usual way; she'd find a mate, start a family, be the first in her line with a surname, but as life goes, it twists, sometimes looping back on itself. She was traveling a particularly rough mountain pass in her second year when she was approached by an elderly but able-bodied berserker. He asked her for a duel; he hadn't yet fallen gloriously in battle and was fast approaching an end he couldn't fashion for himself. She agreed. The battle was savage, the old wolf was clearly battle hardened - he was all in, fully prepared to murder the younger she-wolf, not at all allowing himself to be an easy kill. No. If this was going to be his end it would be worthy of remembering.
And remember she would. It took much out of her, several weeks of recovery in fact, but she told the story of the gruff elder she battled to the end with every stranger she met in passing for months to come. Word got 'round. It was not but six months since that another berserker approached her also requesting a duel. This was the start of a trend, and as word got around of her victories, her opponents triumph's in death, Harbinger gained herself her own unique mote of fame. She became a harbinger of death, whatever her previous given name was now abandoned, Harbinger a given title she earned in an unexpected way but one she embraced all the same.
Harbinger has been sought out a fair amount since by wolves looking to meet their end honorably, although still infrequently enough she lives what she would consider a normal life. The honor she provides doesn't just end with their deaths. No no, the aftermath was just as important and a great amount of care is given to the bodies. She's sought a location high within the Bluestone Mountains where she leaves the bodies amongst trappings and trinkets she finds and has had commissioned. Bones in ceremonial patterns, gems and crystals littered on the stone alter, and whatever they had on them cleaned and replaced with care. It being a mountainous region, burial by the usual means is impossible, so she adorns the rocks in which she places them and then retreats from the sky burial to allow the carrion eaters to fill their role.
[I'm good with male or female lines despite the use of she/her pronouns above. Considering keeping the use of she/her pronouns regardless.]
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2019 8:14 pm
Username: Kyrieko
Berserker Name: Reaper
Personality: He's quite dense and very slow when it comes to making him think too hard. The simplest of questions will have the gears turning in his mind for hours, if you're not careful. Something like, "Would you like deer or fish?" will force him to really stop and consider the words you are using. Yet, phrase the question in it's simplest form, "Deer? Fish?" and he'll be able to process it much more quickly. There is some (or a lot of) speculation that this wolf got knocked around quite a bit as a pup. His mother wasn't the most loving and expected much of the large male Beserker. She made the poor fool believe that he could become stronger by eating hearts, not expecting him to take it quite so literal. Reaper believes that he can redeem this lack of mentality in himself. All he has to do is eat hearts. But not just any hearts, oh no! It has to be the heart of a female, for as mother always said, they are wise creatures. Calling him a literal 'Lady Killer' would be spot on!
Temperament: Twisted and Dense
A brief history: Raised by an adoptive mother that thought herself to be a Queen, Reaper had a bit of a rough upbringing. Which only got worse after an accident that caused a bit of head trauma. Ever since then, Reaper has been the bane of his mother's existence. At least until she realized she could manipulate him to do her dirty work. The poor fool actually believed her snide remarks about eating hearts to be a better beserker. And from the moment she saw him take her literally, she's been using this to keep herself on top of the game. Reaper takes out her female competition while she continues to find the strongest - yet dull - male that could be her King. In the meantime, Reaper just roams about and does her bidding.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2019 11:36 am
((I’m also happy with male or female!))
Username: MangoMeow
Berserker Name: Whisper
Personality: Gruff on the outside, soft on the inside - Whisper is on the larger end of the Berserker gene pool and that coupled with her lower, rough voice makes her an intimidating wolf to behold. She has taken to wandering around on her own, skulking about the thick trees and shadowy hills as if she were a large bear that’s come prowling. Most keep their distance from her because of it....
Though if any were to actually become friends with her, they’d discover quite the opposite. Whisper is nothing if not a cuddler. While not gentle, per se, she is a lover of physical affection. She just hasn’t found anyone willing to get close to her yet.
She is, however, a bit territorial towards things she perceives as "hers". That bone? "Mine now." You want a bite? The answer is a flat no. The same could be said with just about anything. If she claims something as her's, it's her's, and she'll fight you on it.
Temperament: Quiet and wistful.
A brief history: Whisper grew up with parents who always seemed to desire something more of her. Bigger, smarter, louder, just better than what they got. They would catch her the best of food, which, while it did help her grow into a large wolf, it also made her a bit more... plump than they’d meant her to become. In addition to this, all Whisper wanted to do was snuggle up and sleep; habits that her parents hated. This often led to them berating her for her shortcomings, over and over, until they’d finally decided to have another pup.
Whisper’s brother was everything they wanted, and as such.... there was no reason for her to stick around. Not that she had a choice in the matter. While not a pup anymore, she was still fairly young when her parents drove her out of the den. Left to wander on her own, she now travels aimlessly in the hopes of finding some place she can belong.
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2019 8:28 pm
(Open to both male and female!)
Username: Henry_kunz
Berserker Name: Ruthless Scourge
Personality: Scourge is a very cold and calculating wolf, dominion over others being the ultimate plan. With an uncaring and dismissive heart they are quite nasty to tangle with, yet a healthy dose of overwhelming false charm can bring others in beneath a false sense of security. They can be your best friend whilst plotting your ultimate fall within the same breath. There's no deep squishy side to this berserker, not a healthy one at least, they cannot understand 'love' nor do they desire a lifemate, unless it suits them in gaining ground. Superiority and power, control, that is what Scourge wants most of all.
Temperament: Scourge can switch from charmingly pleasant to ice-cold darkness with the speed to snap one's neck. There's very little in between, but if there then they exude an aloof uncaring aura that could strangle.
A brief history: From birth the pup was...what the parents would call 'off'. While others played and cuddled with their parents, this pup watched. They'd simply settle and observe those of their age-group as if studying a bizarre species many lightyears different from themselves. It was brushed off as a phase and once they realized how they acted wasn't normal to the vast majority, they began mimicking how their 'friends' would play-fight and roam the pack lands. Most of their life went along in that manner, mimicking other berserkers then acting how others would deem as normal.
One day though they decided to challenge their father for pack lead, something unprecedented due to them being a bit young still to hold such a position. Needless to say, Scourge lost and left to lick the wounds of a chipped pride. Rage would bloom then fester in their chest, eat away at their core until finally they took revenge in the only way they saw the most fit. On that fateful night, as their father slept soundly beside their mother, Scourge prowled forward then went for the jugular in the worst act family could do let alone in such a 'cowardly' manner as some might say. With a bloodied maw they quickly and savagely silenced their mother as well.
The following day once the mess was discovered, they were immediately banned from the pack, chased away while elders nipped enraged at their hind legs chasing them away forever. Now fully grown and ever keeping on tip fighting form there is no fight they'll turn down, the stronger the opponent the better.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2019 11:01 pm
Username: Teigra
Berserker Name: Terror
Personality:Terror is an observer, studying and learning from others behavior on how they are supposed to act. They excel in their mimicry of behavior, so much so that others usually fail to notice that none of their actions are truly genuine. In truth, Terror has never been able to connect with others, to empathize with others' existences. No, instead they puzzle over the behavior of others, analyzing and forever wondering just what it is that makes them tick, so to speak. How do they work. Why do these strange creatures interact so? What happens if they are pushed to the brink by fear, pain, or misery? Perhaps one day, they will find out for themselves.
Temperament: Curious; can seem quite charming, but actually quite distant and sadistic, due to difficulty connecting to others
A brief history:Terror was a quiet pup once. Distant and confused by the others around them. However, this brought unwanted attention. By being different, it was assumed something was wrong with them. They couldn't have that. So, they learned to imitate the behavior of the other pups. Once they were deemed 'normal' by their acceptable behavior, they were free to continue their studies in peace. They learned to manipulate others into doing what they wanted by offering flattery or other tidbits. Interesting.
They learned to fight as well as act. One always had to be ready to defend themselves, and perhaps to initiate if necessary. They learned what was expected of them and rose to the challenge of meeting expectations. Terror wondered often about the limits of pain and pleasure, how far one could manipulate the actions of others through intimidation and fear. They had studied and observed and practiced all their lives.
Now, they were old enough to find out firsthand.
((Written with 'they' pronouns as I would be equally thrilled to receive either a male or female!))
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2019 6:15 am
Username: DaisyMilk
Berserker Name: Featherfall
Personality: Solitary by choice, Featherfall is a quiet wolf who much prefers to silently observe the world around them. They follow a strict code of ethics and have a horror of acting in any way that feels dishonorable (ex. if they've been offered a hole during a storm by anything normally considered prey, Featherfall refuses to bring harm to them.) Which is not to say that Featherfall can not or will not act with brutal decisiveness, they will. But every action is guided by their own unique ethics. Even stranger is their slyly gentle habit of joking and seeing the overall world. Featherfall knows they're weird. They've chosen to enjoy this fact.
Temperament: Solitary, ethical, whimsical observer
A brief history: Featherfall left their tiny clan by choice. Always an odd pup, they waited until their mother had died from an infected hunting injury as she had been the only clan member who seemed to understand her strange child. Upon leaving, they wandered far, wanting to learn as much as possible about the world they occupied. It's not been easy as a solitary wolf, but Featherfall has enjoyed it so far. Overall. In their journeys, they've met so many different creatures and learned about so much.
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