[TheWolfsgirl90]

This is currently CLOSED


winner

1. BlueAura = 90 %
2. Tiikasha =85%
3. FieryFilly & ChiCha =80%
4.Yelloweh = 78%
5. newsie = 70%
6 .Drago&&Ninja = 55%
7.~Free|As|The|Wind~ = 50%




Pup Designs

Pup´s design: X

Rules
You may ask any question you can think at and its not clear stated here. I may make a FAQ section special for you.
You may NOT apply if you already own another Warrior of Isket.
You may add anything to the form if you cosider it may help you win.
You may NOT copy anything at all from someone else's form.
You may order art from someone else.
You may NOT start posting forms until this is open.
You may re-use things from your older forms, if you applied for a WoI before, but didnt win.


How to apply.

Art can be done by you, traditionally or digitally. It can be ordered from another artist. But, please, no color ins of this WoI.
In the section named ''Armour Design'' you must post a rough sketch or a complete drawing of the WoI's future armour.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Pup name: Armina[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Story/Histoy:[/b]
[b]Armour Design:[/b]
[b]Artwork:[/b]

[FireOmens]

watching.

[laces]

Username

Yelloweh

Why I want Armina

When I see this beautiful WoI I start to smile and my heart beats faster. I simply love the color scheme with the light over dark stripes. It's simple rolled into complicated all at once. I find them dashing and very fun to replicate. The gray is appealing with the bluish tone and the light gray color as the base. Armina's eyes are alluring, they suck me in with their pink brightness. I find her stunningly beautiful and how her sister fits with her is gorgeous. When I first saw her, my jaw literally dropped. She is gorgeous, and drew me in. I feel the connection that others may or may not have felt. I feel that bond to her; its like she is talking to me. I simply love her name. Armina. I love the way it sounds. It is the perfect balance of warrior and girlishness that helps develop her character in my head. I've tried for many amazing WoI, and none have stuck me as much as little Armina has. I love the way she is. All I want to do is work on her form until my fingers are tired from typing.
I've tried for a great many of WoI, and none have really connected to me such as Armina has. I feel attached to her; she's different. She "talked" to me. I know it sounds completely insane, but I felt it! I'm grateful to be in this competition, and she is a very lovely WoI.

Pup name

Armina
I did a little searching and I found out that this name means "Soldier" and is of Old German origin. I decided I will also base her personality off of this.

Personality

Armina shows little to no expression. She prefers to be silent and observant. Only Ariana can bring a smile or a laugh to Armina, and that is usually very rare. She won't scare in the face of danger or dance in happiness. She could sit still for hours and watch for enemies on opposite horizons; a perfect soldier. Armina is very protective of her sister Ariana and can actually be very kind. She is gentle, yet a fierce fighter. She can take a lot of damage and runs very fast but isn't very strong herself. Armina will train constantly, but her attacks are still weak and she gets frustrated over it. No one can ever tell she is frustrated except for Ariana, and her sister always tries to cheer her up. Armina loves Ariana with all her heart and she loves spending time with her sister. Their bond is strong, and they are very close. Armina is also very goal oriented and likes to keep setting and breaking personal records. One of Armina's weaknesses is her easily frustratable nature. It is hard for her to let go of failure and it stresses her out as well. She stresses too much over things and doesn't have much fun, if any.

Birthdate and Horoscope

She was born on February 2nd and she is an Aquarius. Her birthstone is an amethyst, and there are going to be polished, pinkish amethysts embedded in her armor.

Height and Weight

She is about 1 foot tall currently. (pup age) And she weighs about 23 pounds.


Family

Father- Unknown
Mother- Deceased
Sister- Ariana

Story/History
Snowflakes swirled around in the air and caught on the fur of an exerted she-wolf trudging through the dusted grass. She panted and her overlarge sides heaved as she searched desperately for somewhere to birth her pups. Ears pricked, she half limped, half padded to a large hole in the roots of a tree. She laid heavily down in the small cavern and rested her weary paws. Soon, her stomach rippled with the sensation of labor washing over her. She yelped and whined as she pushed.
Soon, a small white and gray pup was curled at her side. The mother lay gaunt and weak as the pup suckled for milk. The tired she-wolf began to lick her pup, and knew there was another in her stomach still. The pup whined softly and dug her small paws into the mother's stomach to get more access to the milk.The mother stayed in the den for hours, resting and watching over her pup in turn. The small blue and gray-white pup was silent and slept for most of the time. The she-wolf licked her pup as she thought over what to name her. "Armina, the soldier." The mother said aloud. That was to be her firstborn's name. Armina mewled and leaned into her mother's tongue on her head. A weak smile on her lips, the mother curled around her pup and kept her warm from the chilling breeze wafting in. Small snowflakes dotted the floor of the red dirt den and landed on the mother.
After about twelve hours, the mother felt another strong ripple in her stomach. She yelped in pain as the second pup was birthed and curled next to Armina. The she-wolf licked her second born's fur clean to reveal light gray and orange brown colors. The mother smiled and dipped her head down to the second pup. "Ariana, the princess." Soon she closed her pink and blue eyes and fell asleep, her pups curled at her now deflated stomach.
~A Few Months Later, around April or June our time~
The morning's first light pierced the light gray clouds and lit down upon the sleeping wolves. It highlighted their fur with delicate yellow and light orange as Armina opened her light pink eyes. She looked around, yawning. Her dark gray ears pricked as she heard footsteps over the azure grass, tearing up tiny bits with each step. Sharp breaths with growling in between pierced the quiet. Armina stayed stock still as a large male Kronador approached the den. Armina nudged Ariana silently, fear gripping her heart with its cold claws. The younger pup blinked blearily and stared out of the small den that had become theirs after being born. The orange and gray pup's eyes widened as she stared at the huge horse lizard chimera before them and she made a small squeak. The large Kronador swung its head and glared at the two sisters. It roared and their mother awoke.
The lithe, skinny mother jumped over her pups. She had no armor and was very skinny and weak. "Run!" She shouted to her pups. "I'll fight it!" Armina, in a blinding terror, turned to the right and sprinted off into the woods. Ariana had run to the left, not noticing her sister streak off. Their mother charged at the Kronador as the two ran far from the clearing. Soon the cries and yelps of both animals in the clearing were heard from a twenty mile radius. Armina had run to a pile of rust red rocks and covered her ears, crying. She whined as there was a loud yelp cut off that had presumably come from her mother.
Armina also realized that Ariana was missing. She had no idea where her little sister has run off to... And she got scared. Her mother was dead, and she was all alone in the big empty world of Isket. Soon she was asleep, having nightmares about dying and her sister dying and her mother dying and everyone was dying and the color died and the moon died and she was all alone... That was when she decided to live up to her namesake. No more being happy. Straight faced and straight backed all the time; constantly vigil. A soldier.
She wasn't certain if she would find her sister, but she knew that Ariana wasn't cut from the same material as she was. She felt scared for her little sister, the little princess. Armina sighed as she stayed awake all night from the nightmares.
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Armina had discovered a small den and began to live there. She lived on her own prey and began to feed herself. The small soldier like pup lived there for several weeks, before she started to grow bigger and look for more variety in her life. Armina began to move around, staying in three different dens.
One day, as she was padding to one of the dens near the white river, she noticed a few tufts of gray and orange-brown fur on the grass. She lowered her nose to it, eyes widening a bit. Ariana...?! Her ears pricked as she saw striped fur move along the rocks her den. Paws quivering a bit, she walked forward. "Is that you, sister?" Her voice hurt a bit from not talking for a few weeks. Ariana looked up with fear in her gaze. "Armina?!" She cried happily. Armina nodded slightly, no expression on her face.
Her little sister's face lit up. "Sis!" She grinned and jumped at Armina. The two sisters rolled in the grass, one laughing and the other straight faced. Ariana stared at Armina. "You've changed, Mina..." Armina gave a tight nod. "I needed to be brave and this is how." Ariana looked thoughtful. She didn't dwell on it long. "Okay," She grinned. "As long as we're sisters forever." Armina nodded again. "I'll protect you no matter what, little Ari." Ariana grinned. "Together forever!!" Armina smiled a bit. "Forever," She dipped her head.
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Armina had been observing the pack of Rayo for quite some time. "Ari, how would you like to be part of a pack?" She wondered out loud. Ariana looked curiously at her sister. "That would be fun!" Armina smiled just slightly. "We'll get in someday." She nodded.
They would plan to get in someday.

Armour Concept


Lines by Neara ^^
I'm thinking the fabric will be a dark gray while the armor is silver with black-ish trim.The hood can be lowered and kept down. And the round things are the purple-ish amethysts.
I based her armor slightly off of a dragonfly.
This is also ONLY a concept. I will modify it if I actually win.

Artwork


Sorry for the background fail. But this is by me.

Made by Paint for me.
Art at the top is also by me ^u^

Art of Armina in Isket by me
Art by me

[Vulpine-Poltergeist]

Reserve ^^

Username: Wolf_Bringer_1999
Pup name: Armina
Personality:
.:Sweet:.
She doesn't harm anything unless she HAS to (example: When she has to eat, or defend herself, etc).
.:Mischievous:.
She loves to play tricks on people, which sometimes gets her in trouble (example: Putting itching powder in an older WOI's armor, gluing other WOI's stuff together, etc)
.:Brave:.
When given the chance, she'll face everything (even the angry WOI's that want to know what happened to their armor and their possessions... She'll lie straight to their face and rarely quaver)
.:Careless:.
When alone, Armina can be quite careless. This either leads to her bumping into other WOI, her discovering a new place.. Or her finding out a new 'great trick' to play on the older WOI.
Story/Histoy: WIP~
Armour Design: WIP~
Artwork: WIP~

[leirah.]

Ooh this is the one I'm trying for!

[SukarettoYanagi]

Oh gosh.... stalking~

[not here sorry!]

Might be applying c:
Good luck everyone ^^

[dogshrimp]

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[m0chicakez]

She is lovely ouo

[Wlyrout]

username;

newsie

why I want a WOI;

Since the day that I discovered them, I've been fascinated with the species. The Warriors are not just armored wolves, they are a complete species with a developed hierarchy and lifestyle. They stand out from other species in my eyes because of that development. Isket is so vividly realistic, it's no wonder that all who know about the Warriors are immediately attracted to them. But it's not the setting that makes a species, it's the creatures. The brave, noble Warriors and vicious, aggressive Kronadors and the war between them is what makes the WOI come to life. I want to be a part of the rapidly expanding and fascinating community of owners.

why I want Armina;

I used to apply for every pup and teenie that went up for adoption, hoping just to have my own WOI. I quickly realized that I would only ever be allowed to own one, and that I needed to refine my search in order to find a WOI that I truly loved. And so I took a step back, watching various litters and individuals slip by. That was, until Armina made an appearance. With her lovely stripey coat and simplistic color scheme, Armina stole my heart. I posted on this thread before even the opening was announced. She was absolutely beautiful, and I knew that I couldn't just step back any more. I was going to apply for her. So here I am, typing away in hopes of winning such a gorgeous pup.

pup name;

Armina

pup name origin;

Armina is originally a German name, as to how it was passed down to the Warriors? Armina never had a name until she became a Warrior, and her armor had 'Armina' carved into it. It was meant to give the wearer of the armor warrior-like abilities, but it became much more than that. It became her name.

pup name meaning;

'Warrior' or 'warrior maiden' are the two possible meanings behind the name, though I think that 'warrior maiden' is a little more suited towards Armina based on her personality and gender.

pup gender;

♀ Fae. Armina's a female, through and through.

pup birthdate;

to be determined with Ariana (her sister)'s future owner if I happen to win

theme song;

Mumford & Sons - I Will Wait. It'll hopefully make more sense once you read the story section. If you still don't understand my choice of theme song after reading, I'll post a quick little explanation towards the bottom of my form. c: Also, please note that I'm not choosing this as her theme song because I like the song. I mean, it's alright, but it's not one of my favorites. I chose it because it truly represents her, which is what a theme song should do.

likes;

The security of the den tunnels, noble and honorable Warriors, trustworthy friends, all Isket critters ('cept the Kronadors), pretty much life.

dislike;

Kronadors, the openness of the fields and forests, Kronadors, lies, Kronadors, disrespectful/snobby Warriors, Kronadors.

personality;

Armina, having spent some time with the Kronadors, picked up their confidence. She doesn't think that she's better than anyone else, she just has a self-esteem that can't be wounded. She's also extremely convincing, good at getting her way. She's sweet, too, as long as she's around other Warriors. Around the Kronadors she can be snappy and aggressive, but who can blame her? At the same time, however, she trusts the Kronadors more so than any other Warrior, which is extremely dangerous. And while she insists that she'd never trust them in the slightest (she's also very stubborn), Armina seems to be awfully comfortable in their camp. Perhaps it's because she's also very adaptable, feeling fairly calm in any environment, as long as it's not the fields. You see, she's opinionated too, and you can tell exactly what she's thinking at all times. Overall, however, Armina is brave, courageous, and loyal to her species. She's a true warrior.

summary;

Armina was stolen as a pup by the Kronadors on a raid of the Warrior’s camp. It was a battle in which many died, on both sides, and no one seemed to notice that in the midst of the fighting, the unnamed pup was stolen. Once she was found missing, it was presumed that one of the Kronadors had attacked her and killed her. This was far from the truth. The little pup was taken to the Kronadors’ camp, where she was told that she would be raised to spy on her own species. The Kronadors were too big to sneak up on the Warriors, and they needed a tool. The pup was exactly what they needed: an orphan, helpless and weak, small and quiet. The pup agreed to help them, knowing that they would most likely kill her if she did not consent. The story begins when Armina is around 6 months old, on the edge between pup and young adult.

notes beforehand;

I tried to completely avoid her sister in my story, as well as her parents, simply because all of that is completely undetermined. If I were to win, I would talk with her sister’s owner and I’m sure we’d figure out a real history for the pups: how their parents died, who raised them, etc.

Hope you enjoy. : -)

a history and story, all at once;

Though I can immediately sense that the pain I feel originates from my side, it ripples through my body for a full, agonizing minute before gently subsiding. It is only then that I allow my eyes to flutter open. The rare sunlight of Isket floods my vision, and I blink back tears; half are from the throbbing wound near my rib, the other half from the light. I slowly turn my head from side to side, and I am greeted by the familiar olive green skins of the chimera Kronadors. I give a short growl, though it is contained in the back of my throat, in disgust of the monsters I live amongst. I then discover the source of my pain; a small gash, no doubt left by a Kronador’s jagged claw, has stained my coat a deep red.

“The Warrior awakessss, I ssssee,” hisses the nearest light-skinned male, his breath smelling of mud-stained water and blood. I recognize him by his distinguished scar: a large slash running from one side of his chest to the other. Though it has been months since he has acquired the wound, it still appears pink and raw. I smile, pride surging in my chest as I wonder which of the Warriors managed to inflict the injury. My corners of my lips drop as I realize that perhaps it was another Kronador that gave him the scar. After all, he’s one of the lowest ranking individuals and is often picked on by the others, assigned to ensure that I do not escape from the wretched camp of the Kronadors, as if I would. I know all too well what might happen if I dare flee the camp. They’d come after me, re-capture me, and kill me.

“Get up nowssss,” he whispers, more a threat than a demand. I stubbornly continue to lie on my stomach, my head resting on the hard ground beneath me. None of the Kronadors would dare hurt me too badly, not at the moment. I’m a valuable asset to them, a tool, a secret. He knows it as well as I, but still he hisses at me, purposely a little too loud. I sigh, far too intelligent to fall for the threat. He lifts a paw and tenses his muscles in preparation to swipe me, and while I fully know that the blow would only sting a little, I hold him back with words of my own. After all, I need to seem weak and vulnerable, maybe even scared. The Kronadors must underestimate me in order to keep down their guard, and keep down their guard in order to allow for my escape. I will escape, I have to.

“Alright, I’ll get up,” I protest, my voice surprisingly convincing. Slowly I drop my weight into my paws, claws sinking into the packed dirt. I keep my eyes on the Kronador as I get up. He snarls, clearly disappointed that I obeyed him, that he will not be allowed to claw at me. I smile back, my grin hinting of sarcasm and of nervousness. For a long minute we stare at each other, neither of us flinching or blinking. His eyes, full of hatred but also pain, seep deeply into me. I’m never quite sure what to make of him, and I can tell he’s the same. We live together now, we work together, he almost protects me. Yet still our difference in species makes us enemies. I ponder this for a while, never letting my gaze wander from his cold eyes. Then, suddenly, the beast gives up and turns his back on me, mumbling harshly under his breath.

“So, what’s the agenda?” I question, just the right blend of enthusiasm and tension in my voice. I raise my eyebrows just as a wind picks up, ruffling my fur and tossing the indigo grasses around my feet. I silently hope that today I’ll be sneaking around the den tunnels, and not in the open fields in front of the Warrior’s camp, where the wind would buffet my fur and carry my scent to the noses of the high-alert patrols. I try not to show my preference, for I know that if I did, the Kronadors would purposely send me to where I did not want to go. The male turns back around slowly, his face blank but his eyes telling: he only wishes he had such power to decide where I’ll go and what I’ll do. His mouth moving so subtly that I barely realize he is speaking, he continues:

“I sssshall conssssult with my… my peerssss before deccciding.” he answers in an unsteady voice. By that, he means that he’ll go to question the Silent Overseer, my own little nickname for the monster that arranges my schedules and periodically rotates my “caretakers”, the Kronadors (like the male who I’m currently questioning) who act as my security guards, watching over me 24/7. I see my “caretakers”, but I have never seen the Silent Overseer. I only know of his existence through a slip in my caretaker’s words, a few mentions of “the boss” or “the master”. Chills run through me as I realize that he very well may be watching me now. I am truly trapped, more so than I know.

He turns and leaves, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath as he disappears with a heavy step into the mist. Very suddenly I feel dizzy, the world spins around me in a dark blur, and before I realize what’s happening, my knees buckle beneath me and I fall hard to the ground. After I regain my breath, my stomach gives off a loud moan and I sigh softly. The Kronadors had barely fed me anything since my capture, perhaps the occasional leftover scraps of deer, the bits attached to the bones that are too small for the Kronadors’ clumsy fingers. They fed me just enough to keep me alive, but in constant suffering, constant hunger. Since my capture I had become desensitized to the pangs of hunger that frequently seized my body. Shakily, I rose, hoping that my current caretaker might return soon with a bit of breakfast.

He returns to me slowly, and once he steps into view I notice that he is empty-handed, and my stomach protests with a groan. How long has it been since I’d tasted real meat, not just pickings, but actual meat? How long has it been since I’ve had a proper meal? I stare his hands and claws: cold, sharp. I shiver as I think of what those hands have done, what they’re capable of. Oddly enough he stays still, and as I steadily gaze up we lock eyes. For a moment I believe that I almost sense something beneath the sharpness of his glare, sympathy almost, but then suddenly it’s gone, and he simply nods to send me off. It’s the only prompt I need, and it’s more than I normally get. I’ve been dismissed without a schedule, without work, and for the next few hours I am truly free.

I grin widely and a few hairs below my nose shift, tickling my upper lip. Without even thinking I let out a laugh, small and insignificant, yet somehow of incredible importance. I close my eyes against the refreshing, buffeting wind as I chase my shadow, wisps of grass mixing dew with my leg fur. Then, all too quickly, I have arrived at my destination, a beautiful corner of the forest with a small, trickling stream and waterfall. A sunny patch of grass lays at the foot, ready for me. But just as I step forward to claim my own piece of paradise, a Warrior steps out of the shadows and I gasp a little too loudly. The beautiful fae swings her head around, staring at me in shock. Suddenly her neck fur bristles and she shows her teeth. I back up, afraid of the majestic wolf.

“Who are you, and what are you doing on Warrior territory?” she asks, her deep purple-blue eyes full of curiosity but also tension. I tuck my tail between my legs, a sign of submission. I can see her relax a little, though she still stands ready to attack. I look up at her, struggling to find a suitable answer to her question. Who am I, anyways? I had always been called “Warrior” or “the wolf” by the Kronadors, and I knew no other name. I knew exactly what I was doing, of course: I was having fun on my day off. Until now, that is. It was the first time I’d ever been spotted by any other Warrior, and while I should have expected it, I was still in disbelief.

“I do not have a name; to those whom I live with I am simply ‘the Warrior’.” I answer calmly but pitifully. Her eyes soften but then she stiffens again. What did I say that was wrong? Everything I said was of truth.

“You are not a Warrior,” she realizes, “I would have seen you long before now. I try to keep close with my pack, thank you very much. You’re a liar and an intruder. I asked you once before, and I will not bother to ask again after this: What are you doing on Warrior territory?” she stiffens further and further, until every muscle in her body is clearly defined and I would bet anything that she would pin me in two seconds flat. Again, I wonder what to tell her. If I mess up my words, I’m dead meat. I shift my weight between my two front paws, swaying back and forth and wondering what move to make, as if it was an intense round of chess instead of a confrontation with a Warrior. I knew it as well as she: every move, every single moment, counts.

“I was taken by the Kronadors from your camp as a pup,” I released, along with a single tear that dampened my cheek fur. Her shocked expression told me that I must continue. “They wanted me to spy on the Warriors, and I agreed in order to spare my life. I never actually told them anything, I promise, I just went out to spy and came back and said ‘nothing much’, just as usual. Today was one of the first days I’ve ever had off the job. I just wanted to come here and get away from it all, away from those horrible monsters.” I broke down, my knees buckling once more as my tears splatter-painted the ground like rain. The fae dropped all of her tension, coming up to me to comfort me.

“I cannot completely trust you yet, but you are truly a Warrior at heart. My pack-mate. Tell the Kronadors that you are getting older and more independent, and that you will need more time to yourself. Obviously, they are not very understanding creatures… But my pack needs a spy, and you wouldn’t even have to hide from them. Of course, you’re barely the age of a teenie, but it’s not as though you’ll have any time to train.” She mutters. I stare at her in shock. Did she just invite me to join her pack? It all happened so fast. I grin, wide and joyful.

And that is how I became a real Warrior.

armor design;

This is just a concept, no set design plans have been made.

© newsie, do not steal. total time spent = 9 hours (most time brainstorming and tweaking)

© newsie, cute little pixelated avatar


© penguinluv01, the cutest little chibi ever, thank you penguinluv01!

I have ordered a custom piece of art from the spectacular .cupcakefox.(bold)! However I am still waiting for it... : -)