☁ Silver Lining Adoption Place v2 ☁

[Angel-of-music]

Name: Mollie-Grace

nicknames- Molly, Grace, Gracie

Gender: female

Species: Cocker Spaniel

Kennel Number: Kennel 17

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:

what I like- Well, first of all, this design is absolutely ADORABLE! Second of all, she also reminds me of my best friend. I am currently looking for characters that I could use to represent my few friends that I had to leave because of my dad being in the army, having to move away and all, and I feel like she'd perfectly fit the role.

What I will do: I shall promise to love her with all of my heart, as well as give her a place on my website that I am currently working on for my few characters. Considering I only have 3 or so characters, she will not be lonely, nor left out, because, first of all, who could ignore such a beautiful pup such as her? With so little competition for attention, she will definitely be very well loved.

Personality: Mollie-Grace is very sweet, kind and gentle. She can be headstrong and defiant sometimes when she doesn't get her way or someone is challenging something she truly believes in. But to anyone who can win her heart, and keep her trust, you've truly got a very trustworthy friend that will stay by your side through thick and thin. Mollie acts shy around large groups, and sometimes even when there's only one she still tries to be shy. She does this so that people will leave her alone, and only the best will try to actually win her affection and trust, so she knows that she can truly depend on them to be there for her just as much as she's there for them.

History: Mollie-grace walked along the path of her lonely little forest. It had been years since she had been given up by her family, never to have been adopted into a pack after that. All of a sudden she froze, hearing some noise nearby and glancing towards it, slightly growling under her breath. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A smooth, low tone voice voice replied, and a dark brown wolf stepped from the shadows, grinning at Mollie. "I'm just wandering through." She replied, trying to walk past without any more conflict, but was unable to as the wolf dart in front of her. "Oh sure, and you just happened to pass through this little part of it. A likely story." "But it's the truth!" "Oh please, give it a rest. That's not the case at all, is it? Really?" "Yes it is, really."

The wolf was beginning to lose it's calm, gentle nature and growled threateningly, making Mollie stumble backwards, slightly whimpering. Suddenly she ran into another wolf, finding that this one was also growling, but didn't yet realize who it was towards. She winced away, slightly shaking. "Nix, really? She's terrified, the poor thing." Exclaimed the second wolf, but Molly didn't glance up to see what was going on. The brown wolf whimpered slightly and tucked his tail. "Sorry Royal, I thought she might have been a threat." "She would have shown it before if she was..." "But some are more trickier than..." The slightly large wolf barked and growled. "Be quiet, and don't interrupt me."

While the two wolves were verbally fighting, a young female wolf padded softly over to Mollie-Grace. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you did he?" Mollie was trembling, but she was unharmed; she shook her head. "Good. By the way, my name is Tessa." Molly glanced up, smiling slightly at the fea, who gladly returned the smile back. She was a creamy melted chocolate color with scarlet markings on her fur, like nothing Molly had seen before. "Come on, let's get you back to the den."

...

By the time everything had gone back to normal, all the wolves back where they were supposed to be, Tessa had given Mollie a tour of the tiny territory. The pack was very small, maybe 5 or 6 strong, though no pups. "It looks like Royal is back." Tessa chimed happily; she seemed to always be very happy-go-lucky and sweet. "Who's Royal?" "You'll see. I'll get him to introduce you to the others too." Mollie smiled and followed quickly behind Tessa, racing her playfully.

"Hey Royal, are you busy?" Tessa called once they'd reached a small cave. "Nah, come in. Nothing to do at the moment. Oh, and by the way did you..." "Bring the newcomer with me?" The wolf got to his feet, slightly glaring at the younger female for a second before smiling. "Show her around?" "Yep, already done." "Very good." He walked over to Mollie-Grace, gently smiling. "Sorry about the rough introduction earlier. I am Royal, the alpha here in Crescent's peak." Mollie slightly bowed, and he chuckled slightly. "No need to be so formal, I don't expect everyone to always-it's about time you woke up, sweetie. You've nearly slept the day away." "Oh hush up, Royal, you know I didn't get much sleep from hunting last night." A female wolf replied, with light purple-blue color fur and pink markings of many shades; as well as, once she got close enough and out of the light, wings to match. "Hello, I'm Susurro." "I'm Mollie-Grace, nice to meet both of you." Mollie replied.

Other:

Theme song- Cinderella by the cheetah girls

Favorite things:
. water/swimming
. happiness
. kindness
. flowers
. sunlight
. birds

Least favorite things:
. storms
. loud and/or sudden noises
. bullies
. cruelty
. fighting
. name-calling

Axolotl

((posted this on the first couple pages or somewhere around there, but never got added to the forms list. Just finished the history))

[Solanum]

The code drop is either the 18th or the 25th for an extended round. Which would you guys prefer?

[Spare]

25th.
I'm very busy next week, so I won't have a lot of time, and I'm out of muse. :l

[Solanum]

I've added a poll.

[byyrde]

I'd vote 25, as I'm working on a new form, but I'm extremely busy with practicing for a drum exam and a singing exam in music and have little time to spend writing forms.

[Solanum]

I'll decide properly tomorrow, though from the current results, looks like it'll be 25th x3

[incadence.]

Thankyou c: I was so worried I wouldn't get the forms done in time *sighs in relief*

[Spare]

So has it been moved to the 25th? :o

[Solanum]

Well with twice as many people voting for the 25th than the 18th, I think I will change it ^^ Which is better on me and Wes anyway as we don't have to do SCAA at the same time as SLAP that way xD

Gah. I still can't think of a skeleton for my form... ¬.¬ Wes, Aysano... I might need you.

[Green Arrow]

A fool flatters himself, a wise man flatters the fool. ~ Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

{~| General Information |~}
{~| Username |~}
Green Arrow

{~| Name |~}
Oberon - I've always been interested in A Midsummer Night's Dream, and this character seems to suit the title.

{~| Nickname(s) |~}
Obie, though he will only tolerate people he knows well calling him this, and Bee.

{~| Gender |~}
Male

{~| Birthdate |~}
28th September

{~| Astrology Sign |~}
Libra ♎

{~| Species |~}
Great Dane - Canis lupus familiaris

{~| Kennel Number |~}
48



{~| Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character? |~}
I've fallen in love with the idea of having a Great Dane character. I'm no good at designing characters myself, even with natural colours and patterns. I don't trust myself. So when the new lot of GDs arrived, you can imagine how happy I was. Immediately, I started to think of names, personalities and stories for him. He's gorgeously simple, and the merle just makes me go all soft. Merle is my favourite colour of Great Danes. Even though they aren't strictly wanted for prestigious competitions and such, they make such gorgeous dogs.

If I get Oberon, I will naturally give him lots of attention. I will shower him with little stories and poems, and art when I can. He will have a home on my character thread, which is almost done, and I will display him wherever I can. It would be a nice idea for me to get a mate for him also, since I'd imagine he'd be lonely sitting by himself in one post, when he could have a special someone to be snuggled up with.



{~| More In-depth |~}

{~| Personality |~}
Like I mentioned, Oberon is much like King Oberon from A Midsummer Night's Dream. He is compassionate, affectionate to the right people, and he's merciful if he's in a higher position than someone. But he isn't all good. Nobody is. There's always a dark side to someone, even if they conceal it well. Oberon is a jealous brute. He hides it when he needs to, but it lies beneath his calm surface, like a dormant beast, always ready to wake unexpectedly. Often, he can be very tricksy, devious and clever to get his own way. If these techniques do not work, he will resort to being stubborn and argumentative. But despite his numerous flaws, he really is affectionate and sweet to people who really understand him and accept his faults, yet see through them.

In short-
Oberon is
-Jealous
-Devious
-Sly
-Compassionate
-Sometimes belligerent

{~| Favourite Songs |~}
Many of Horror - Biffy Clyro
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis
All Star - Smash Mouth
Misery - Maroon 5
Dancing in the Dark - Bruce Springsteen

Oberon likes a variety of music genres. He isn't picky, but he likes songs which convey feelings and emotions.

{~| Favourite... |~}

Colours
Blue
Grey
Red

Food
Vanilla ice cream
Digestive biscuits

Place to be
Oberon's favourite place to be would be out in a forest, with the sunlight dappling on the tree trunks and the leafy shade above, making the setting seem almost magical. He loves nature in general. Any place with rivers, trees and plenty of natural mysteries are places Oberon likes.


{~| Phobias & Fears |~}
Oberon has no phobias, but he is uncomfortable in the dark. If he has no other option, he will be in complete darkness, but he won't normally venture to very shadowy places for no reason.

{~| Likes |~}
-Arguing - It might be juvenile, but he enjoys arguing his point. He loves to vent his feelings by bickering with others.
-Being proved right - Oberon particularly likes it when he is proved correct. It gives him a nice rush to realize he was right all along.
-Interesting people - It's a huge pleasure for Oberon to meet people who are interesting and unique. He especially likes people who seem to radiate energy and weirdness. To him, they're a spark of fun in the flatline of a normal life.

{~| Dislikes |~}
-Snobby people - Although he isn't perfect, Bee certainly isn't snobbish. He has an intense dislike for people who shove their rank in society in others' faces, with no regard for other people.
-Being forced to do things - He despises people who force people into doing things. His method of getting others to do things is persuasion and occasionally flattery.




{~| Lineage & Records |~}

{~| Birthplace |~}
Faera, Cytörnsia, Artensia

{~| Living Family |~}
He has an older half-brother by the name of Stormer. His father had been with another female previous to settling down with Oberon's mother.

{~| History |~}
Oberon was born into a family of nobles in the land of Artensia. There are 3 different sections to the land, which is extensive. Mountainous terrain makes up the south, while forests adorn the northern part of Artensia. The winters are harsh and long, while the summers are unbearably hot. The rest of the land comprises of the Torona Desert to the west, Lantia lake to the west and the Zair river, which runs from Fairealm forest to the Selón mountains. The Zair river branches off and becomes the Viel river. The Viel river then travels down to the Pirenesia mountains then journeys down to the sea. Centuries ago, the mountains were one single range, but over time they gradually separated until they became two different ranges and were named the Selón and Pirenesia mountains.
Oberon's family are the leaders of the Cytörnsia sector, while other families control the other two sectors, Corbaltia and Allayah. At this stage in life, Oberon is a young adult, hot-headed and reckless. His parents are trying to teach him to be a dignified and responsible leader. It is here that his story starts.

Oberon stared at the opposite wall, his expression bored. He was sprawled out on a platform, overlooking the audience below. His parents, Lord Tyrus and Lady Andromeda, were on platforms slightly above his. It was Wednesday, the day when the citizens of Cytörnsia could come to the authorities with requests, complaints and for any passing travellers to come and trade their goods.
Oberon was nearing the time when he was to succeed his parents as the leader of Cytörnsia, so he was in the process of learning how to be an ideal alpha, so he would be respected and would be able to make the right decisions for his people. It was also nearing the time when Oberon would have to choose a suitable female to rule by his side and carry on the family line. But Oberon did not care for such things. He would much rather be a nomad, travelling across Artensia and to foreign lands with no ties to responsibility or relationships.
Standing, Oberon stepped behind the crimson curtain which separated the viewing area from the rest of the throne room. He could feel many pairs of eyes boring into his back, mostly with disapproval at his abrupt departure. Distinctly, he heard his father's exasperated sigh, knowing he would get spoken to later.
Bee shook his head and exited the room through a small oak door. Outside, the citizens who had no need of a hearing for any reason were milling about in the sun, carefree. Oberon made his way from the castle grounds, then picked up the pace until he was heading towards Fairealm Forest at a steady lope. He loved the forest which covered the north of Artensia. Though he had been there many times, he always discovered something new and exciting.
As he neared the outskirts of the forest, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Wary as only a young male could be, he spun around, fangs bared and hackles raised. He relaxed when he realized it was only Stormer, his older half-brother. He and Bee shared a father. Stormer was the result of an ill-thought consummation between Tyrus and another fae, a mysterious traveller named Isabelle. From the rumours Oberon had heard, she was a very beautiful wolf, her delicacy unrivalled by any except perhaps Andromeda. On warm days, when there was nothing to be done, the elders in Cytörnsia would sit gossiping and debating about which fae had the most beauty; Andromeda or Isabelle. The arguments were often resolved by the agreement that each female had different qualities to make them desirable. For while Isabelle was a wolf, it was said that she had the silkiest pelt of all creatures, and piercing eyes the hue of a peacock's feather.
Andromeda was a pure metallic grey-blue, with a soft gaze the colour of mahogany. Not a spot of white coloured her steely coat, which in the old days when humans ruled would have been coveted by many Great Dane breeders. She was the perfect contrast to her mate, a mantle Dane who stood at an impressive height of forty inches from ground to shoulder. Sweet Dia(affectionately nicknamed byTyrus) hadn't ever shown the slightest hint of resentment or jealousy towards her mate's previous companion. Not that Isabelle would have shown anger if she had. The she wolf had disappeared shortly after giving birth to Stormer. He had had a littermate, a sister, but she was too weak to survive. As was to be expected, Tyrus was left in an extremely undesirable situation- he had a son, but no mate to mother him, and he was not attached to the pup's mother in any way any more. In short, he was disgraced. The lord of Cytörnsia, without someone to rule with him yet with offspring. He was not to be excused, either. There had been no action taken to prevent Isabelle from leaving, nor was there any evidence that she wasn't still alive. So Tyrus was left as a single noble parent, something which was highly disapproved of and it was very unlikely he would find another fae to share his lifestyle with. Although Tyrus was tough, he couldn't bring himself to abandon his child. To spare himself of embarrassment and so as not to be challenged, he humbled himself and avoided his people as much as was possible, ashamed of his weakness. It was difficult for him to teach Stormer the ways of life as a single father. When the young brute was only a month old, Tyrus convinced the leaders of Corbaltia, Lord Adron and Lady Cassiel, to take Stormer in as an adopted son. They took him gladly, swearing to treat him as their own and also to tell him the truth about his heritage. This 'arrangement' continued until Andromeda came. She was sympathetic, and instantly bonded with the lord who had fallen from dignity. They fell in love swiftly and truly. An added bonus; Andromeda adored Stormer, who was brought by his adoptive parents to visit the happy couple. Soon after Andromeda accepting Tyrus' proposal to be his mate, Oberon was born. Luckily, Stormer took a liking to his younger brother, often spending hours entertaining the little troublemaker. He did resent his father to some extent. After all, Tyrus did have another son and brought him up properly, not sending him off to another family. But Stormer did understand that his mother had pretty much abandoned him, while Oberon had a loving mother who would protect him with her life. Though Stormer had Cassiel for a mother, he yearned for Isabelle. He had a faint memory of a comforting nuzzle and a spicy scent he couldn't quite place. He assumed this was a memory of Isabelle. Oberon knew nothing of his half-sibling's longing for a true mother, though he sympathized with the fact that he didn't live with his real family. Stormer's life wasn't a complete wreck, fortunately. As a wolf and Great Dane hybrid, he had a shaggy coat which was a merlequin colour, similar to Oberon's but the merle was in a harlequin formation. His were sea green, and he stood at thirty five inches from ground to withers. A lot of females found him brutishly handsome, no matter what his heritage status was. Yet Stormer insisted on staying the lovable and charming guy he was, never settling down but almost always having a pretty female following him around. Indeed, Stormer was an eligible bachelor.
The canine in question nudged Oberon. Bee had always been a bit jealous of the fact that his brother was a few inches taller, especially as he was a hybrid, yet was still bigger than a purebred Dane.
"Aren't you going to greet me?" Stormer questioned, grinning roguishly.
"Hello, Storm." Bee replied, acknowledging him with a dip of his head. Stormer shook his pelt.
"Where are you going?" He asked, looking around. "Not the forest, I hope. You went there yesterday."
Oberon resumed walking towards Fairealm Forest. "Actually, I am going there. There's always something different that I haven't noticed before." His tone was tinged with resentment. Stormer may not share his interests, but he could at least act like he cared. The other male shrugged. "I'll tag along. I was getting bored, anyway."
Bee frowned. "Didn't you have Leilah following you?" He thought aloud. Leilah was a fox, with a large, fluffy tail and a dusky red coat. She was sweet, but she wasn't the most intelligent creature you could hope to encounter. It seemed that this fae was Stormer's latest entertainment.
"Yes. I got bored." Stormer repeated.
Oberon shook his head disapprovingly.
"You will die alone." He muttered, picking up his lope again. His new travelling companion bounded alongside. For someone of noble blood, he carried himself with no regard as to what others thought of him, and with no dignity whatsoever. But he was always cheerful.
After a while of of loping silently, they reached Fairealm Forest. Bee slowed as he stepped into the shade of the trees. Shafts of sunlight broke through the trees and struck the ground. They caught the dust falling from the canopy above, showing the tiny particles swirling as they danced to the forest floor. The trees stood tall and proud, majestic elders of the world. All were old. Philosophers were sure the trees had been here since Artensia was formed. They had been a part of Oberon's life since he was a youngling. Andromeda would bring him down and they would wander, exploring and learning about nature.
Not pausing to take in the natural serenity of the surroundings, Stormer walked past. Noticing Bee wasn't pacing beside him, hr turned back.
"I thought you wanted to go for a walk in the forest." His voice was puzzled, and Bee gave a low growl in response, hearing the ever present ring of arrogance in otherwise his voice. Stormer had made up for his insecurities by acting as though he owned wherever he went. He did have a softer side, it was just heavily shielded.
Shaking his head, Stormer moved on. Bee growled again. He wished he and his brother hadn't grown apart as they aged. Storm didn't ever stop to appreciate native beauty. He just plowed through, looking for things to wreck with his jovial attitude. Obie sighed and walked after him.

A while later, Oberon suddenly spotted a path that he hadn't followed before, so he swiftly charged down it, the fallen leaves tickling his rough paw-pads. Storm skidded in surprise, his paws sliding on the leaves which were drizzled with dew. "Hey! Wait for me!" The large canine called. Oberon sped up, his nose picking up all sorts of scents drifting through the air. After a few seconds of exhilarating galloping along the faint trail, he picked up a sweet scent. It was like the perfume of a crushed rose. Unused to smells such as these in this part of Fairealm Forest, he threw his head up in surprise, promptly tripping over a root which protruded from the ground. Predictably, he crashed to the ground, the air in his lungs being pushed out by the weight of his body landing on his chest. Stormer halted and barked with laughter. Oberon breathlessly snarled.
"Shut it, mutt." He pushed himself to his feet with a groan. Instantly his nose caught the overwhelmingly sweet scent again. Quiet. he padded forwards, nosing aside some foliage. There, sitting in a small clearing, was a beautiful fae. She was enchanting, with delicate features and a pretty pelt. Her body was patterned with peach coloured patches, which themselves were dotted with slightly darker blotches. She had white paws, and a white face, with one folded ear and one erect ear. Her tail was visibly soft and fluffed up, and she had a creamy chest. The chest marking extended to her ruff, which was pale as well. She looked up at their approach. Stormer was close on Bee's heels, having followed the scent also. Immediately breaking into his most disarming smile, Storm shoved past Oberon and walked over with more dignity than he possessed.
"Hello, my lady." He said formally, inclining his head. The strange female stood, her cloudy grey eyes flickering from brute to brute. "Thank you," she said finally. "My name is Kismet." She smiled uncertainly at Stormer, who replied swiftly.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Stormer, and this," he shot a glance at Oberon, "is my brother Oberon."
Oberon smiled slightly, irritated by Stormer. He always elbowed in and took control of everything.
"Yes, it is a pleasure." Bee murmured, his sensitive nose confirming his guess that Kismet was the source of the delicious smell. She nodded, looking at her snowy paws.
"So, what brings you to Fairealm Forest?" Storm asked, flicking his ears. "I haven't seen you before."
Bee couldn't help himself. "You don't ever come here." He muttered.
Stormer glared at him. "Nonsense, I come here all the time." He sounded resentful at being upstaged.
Kismet looked slightly confused at the exchange. "I travelled by boat from a far off land." She said, her musical voice soft and lilting. "And I landed just outside this forest. I've been wandering this forest since my paws touched the ground, which was 2 weeks ago." Stormer looked like he was about to go on about himself, but Oberon spoke first.
"You aren't from Artensia? Interesting. You must have many tales to tell." He smiled at her. Kismet dipped her head.
"That I do. I'd be more than willing to share them if you would take me to somewhere to stay."
Again, Bee spoke before Storm could get a word in. "You can stay in Faera. My parents are the leaders of Cytörnsia, and I'm sure they'd love to meet you." Stormer looked miffed.
"Actually, I think being in Corbaltia might be better..." He trailed off, narrowing his eyes at his sibling.
"Nonsense. Faera is much closer." Bee gestured for Kismet to come with another smile. "Come on, we can talk on the way."
Glancing apologetically at Stormer, Kismet trotted after him, her floofy tail swaying.
"Thank you." She replied, almost bouncing. Bee found it amusing that she was so pleased. They started to retrace the path, Oberon sharing information on Artensia, while Kismet told him about her home land, Lerkinard. It wasn't as large as Artensia, maybe a third of its size. But it was filled with wonders. Plants the size of castles, and extensive forest with trees whose leaves were tinted silver. She talked animatedly, her eyes bright as she recalled various stories and facts. Stormer trailed behind, sullen and silent, breaking in with the occasional comment.

Knowing his way back to Faera by instinct, Oberon made the journey back quickly. It was a fun and interesting trip, considering all of the new knowledge he had. He and Kismet seemed to have lots in common. In the brief moments of silence, they would often catch each other's eye and smile, then turn away, slightly embarrassed at being caught staring.
Soon, they were passing through the city's immense gates. Stormer had dropped back a while ago, claiming he had to get back to Corbaltia. Oberon hadn't missed him. Instead he grew more cheerful. Storm was a nightmare when he was jealous. And that's what he was now, undoubtedly. Kismet was a delight to converse with. She was well-spoken, had manners and her voice was relaxing to listen to.
Oberon took great pleasure in introducing her to his parents.
"Mother, Father. This is Kismet, a traveller I met in the forest." He announced, ushering the shy female forwards. She smiled uncertainly as she bowed her head.
"Lord Tyrus and Lady Andromeda," she murmured, "It is an honour to meet you." She kept her gaze lowered.
The nobles glanced at each other.
"Welcome, Kismet." Tyrus spoke, his expression friendly as he moved forwards, inclining his head. Andromeda smiled.
"Yes, welcome to our land. You are welcome to stay in the castle with us while you are here."
Kismet nodded gratefully. "Thank you, my lady."
After glancing knowingly at his son, Tyrus nodded at a side door.
"Oberon shall show you your lodgings." He said, sitting back on his haunches.
Bee grinned. "Yes, I shall." He agreed, making his way over. Kismet followed, her tail swishing from side to side cheerfully.
"Thank you for helping me." She spoke. Oberon shrugged as he started to climb the stairs to the highest turret.
"It's no problem, Kismet. I believe in helping damsels in distress." He glanced back at her, cocking his head as he teased.
Kismet rolled her eyes.
"Thank you anyway. For whatever reason you chose to help me, I'm grateful." Her voice was slightly strained as she clambered up the steps.
Oberon nodded and continued in silence, his breathing laboured from ascending the staircase. The steps were high, which proved to be difficult to climb quickly.

Soon they stood before a door made of ebony, which was inscribed with all sorts of symbols.
"These are the private rooms." Oberon said proudly. "I have a room up here, but there are some other rooms for you to stay in as well."
Kismet looked around as he opened the door and padded through. Here, there was a small hallway. Doors were one either side. Each door was made of oak, with the exception of the door farthest on the left, which was again of ebony. Clearly, that was Bee's room. "Choose any door you like, except for the ebony door." He said lightly.
Kismet quickly chose the door closest, feeling drawn to it. Pushing it open, she looked around. There was a fireplace to the right. Thick blankets and pillows were laid out in front of it, clearly a bed. The far wall comprised of just glass, overlooking Cytörnsia and part of Corbaltia.
"It's beautiful. I'd like this room." She breathed, going over to the window and looking out.
Bee nodded. "This room is particularly nice. Beautiful, yes." Suddenly feeling daring, he added, "Yet not nearly as beautiful as you." He fell silent, regretting it instantly. It was true that he did feel he had an odd bond with her, but he had known her less than a day. Slowly, she turned, a half smile on her muzzle.
"Really?" She asked, suddenly shy.
Oberon nodded. His words were true, but he was uncertain as to what her reaction would be.
Kismet's smile widened and she moved forwards, bumping his shoulder with her muzzle. "Thanks, Bee. That means a lot. I'm just average back home."
Oberon touched his nose to her ruff. "My words are true." He grinned.
"This stay is going to be fun." Kismet said, pleased.
Oberon agreed. "Yes, it is." He said, thinking. He had a feeling that this fae and he might become very close in the near future.

{~| Other |~}
Sorry about the history. It's a bit shorter than I normally would have gone into, but I don't think it's completely bad.
Black Ice

If the general opinion is pessimistic, fantasy is going to hold its own. ~ David Eddings

{~| General Information |~}
{~| Username |~}
Green Arrow

{~| Name |~}
Avion

{~| Nickname(s) |~}
N/A

{~| Gender |~}
Male

{~| Birthdate |~}
14th March

{~| Astrology Sign |~}
Pisces ♓

{~| Species |~}
Maned Wolf - Chrysocyon brachyurus

{~| Kennel Number |~}
5



{~| Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character? |~}
I love this character because he's simply gorgeous. I especially like his colour contrast. Blue's my favourite colour, and it works so well for this guy. The added bonus of him being a maned wolf is brilliant for me. I love maned wolves, but I've always lacked the inspiration to create a maned wolf character. As said earlier, I'm not a very good designer. Avion's design is just beautiful. His colours and markings are extremely appealing to me. I know I keep going on about what I like about his appearance, but I cannot help myself. I wanted to put a form up for him ages ago, but I had to work on a different form and didn't have enough time to properly dignify him with writing.

If I was to get Avion, I would treat him like a prince. He would be given art, have stories starring and featuring him, and probably have other written stuff as well, such as a haiku or a poem. And of course, a loving home on my character thread, which is as ever a work in progress until I get more art of my characters. I would love to call this pretty brute my own, and find him some company.



{~| More In-depth |~}

{~| Personality |~}
Avion is your typical bad boy. He loves creating a disturbance wherever he is. And generally causing mayhem and chaos. But that's just for fun. Avion is a fairly troubled canine. In a way, he's sort of like Dr. Cox from Scrubs. It isn't that he does bad things, it's that he identifies the good decision and does the complete opposite. He's narcissistic as well as being negative, sarcastic, cynical and generally grumpy. Despite his more vicious side, he does have loads of fun with friends. Friends who have similar personalities. It has to be said that he can be a bit cruel occasionally, when it suits him. But he does have a gentle side, as all villains do. If he were to find a special lady or guy, he would soften while he was around them. He has a weakness for flirting with people who look vulnerable. Maybe it's that he'd love to be the tough guy in the relationship. He also likes to be the one that initiates snuggling up and is very affectionate when they are alone together.
In short-
Avion is
-Mischievous
-Sneaky
-Slightly insecure
-Pessimistic
-Cynical
-Charming when he wants to be
-Attention seeking
-Secretive
-Quite lonely from living such a bad lifestyle.

{~| Favourite Songs |~}
Bad Reputation - Joan Jett
God & Satan - Biffy Clyro
Use Somebody - Kings of Leon

{~| Favourite... |~}

Colours
Silver
Turquoise
Black
Cream

Food
Beef jerky
Peaches
Passion fruits

Place to be
Avion's favourite place to be if preferably somewhere dark. Like a cave. He particularly likes caves which are situated behind a waterfall. The noise of the flowing water resonates in his ears and soothes him. No complications.

{~| Phobias & Fears |~}
Avion has acrophobia - a fear of heights. He is terrified, scared enough even to openly show it when others try to push him to go somewhere high.

{~| Likes |~}
-Causing trouble
-Charming others and then dumping them
-Adventuring
-Sleeping
-Making other people uncomfortable
-Fighting
-Challenges

{~| Dislikes |~}
-Sticky things
-Ice
-Small children
-Having to trust people




{~| Lineage & Records |~}

{~| Birthplace |~}
Denver, Colorado

{~| Living Family |~}
None that he knows of. Not yet.

{~| History |~}
Avion was born into a happy family. He was an only child, which didn't matter, as his parents loved him dearly. Even as a pup he wasn't particularly social, though he did occasionally get into scuffles with other children who were rough around the edges. At this stage in life, he was still a happy, friendly little tyke who enjoyed playfighting. His life went as normal until he was a couple of months old. Then the wolves came. They were scruffy, powerful beasts, with barrel chests and huge, muscled frames. At times when he was feeling particularly down, he had flashbacks of the traumatic incident.
The small family lay sleeping in a large cave, curled up in a cozy tangle of fur and limbs. Avion was burrowed under his parents, soaking up the warmth. He had a smile on his face, comfortable and happy. His parents, Ermor and Ara, slept deeply, weary after their son's constant quizzing. All day he asked questions, drinking in the knowledge of the world. Although he was relaxed, Avion wasn't asleep yet, so he was the first to hear the noise. A faint clicking sound, like blunt claws tapping against slate. After poking his head out and sniffing the air, the pup withdrew into the comfort of his family and closed his eyes again. There. The noise again. This time it sounded closer. Avion didn't bother to check. Which was a huge mistake.
Suddenly, with a loud snarl, something collided against Ara's flank, rocking Avion as he lay between his mother and father. He yelped, instantly complaining. Ara leaped to her feet, her slender legs unfolding with difficulty. Her mate followed suit.
"Why are you doing this?" He yelled, moving to stand in front of Avion. His hind foot gently nudged the bewildered pup into another passage which lead away from the main cave. Avion backed up, his eyes flickering over the attackers and registering fear. He turned and fled, thinking Ermor and Ara would follow him. Although he heard no footsteps, he knew they must be coming soon. They had to be. Quickly, he skidded into a small hollow which was concealed. Only by standing in the perfect position could you see the entrance to the cove he cowered in. Silent, he listened. All he could hear was a load of snarls, growls and a cacophony of savage noises. He hoped his parents were the victors. From what he had seen of the wolves, they were brawny and had thick, shaggy coats and looked like they could survive in even the harshest winters with no problem. It didn't look like they would be defeated easily, especially not by his parents, who had delicate bone structures. Voices could be heard, too.
"You know what you've done!"
"How dare you defy His orders?!"
"Please, we're innocent!" The last voice was Ara's, Avion knew it. He let out a soft whimper, pulling his paws over his ears.
An hour later, when all had fallen silent, he crept out and peered into the main cave, which was empty of the strange brutes.
"Mother? Father?" His voice was uncertain, his steps were faltering. He whimpered again as he saw the bodies of his parents, strewn on the floor. "Speak to me." Hearing no response, he stepped over to them, noticing splatters of blood on the slate floor. First he looked at his father, who was clearly dead. His eyes were wide and glassy, reflecting the moonlight that shone in from outside. Then he went to his mother, his legs weak as he pinned his ears. Ara's breaths were shallow and rasping.
"Avion." She gasped with the effort of talking, clearly in a lot of pain. She had sustained multiple injuries, including a very badly torn ear. Her offspring whined, nuzzling against her neck pitifully.
"Please, don't leave me." The pup whispered, desperate. "I don't know what I'll do."
Ara used up a lot of energy to comfortingly smile and nuzzle his ribs. "Avion. You must be strong. Your father and I, we're at the end of our lifeline. There's nothing you can do to help us. It's our time to leave. Accept this and move on," here, she paused to breathe, her own eyes filled with tears at the thought of leaving her child. "There's... an old Rottweiler who lives on the edge on the outskirts of a town twenty miles away. You must go to him... It's-it's the only way you can survive."
Her son looked distressed. "I'll bring help. I-I'll find humans if I have to."
Ara shook her head, her ears flopping feebly. "No. I've only just hung on long enough to tell you this. You aren't our son. We took you in as our own when your real family gave her life for you."
Avion's face twisted. "I don't care. You'll always be my parents." He sniffed, long muzzle pointed at the ground sadly.
"You must find the rest of your family. It's crucial." With her last breath, Ara gave her son his mission, then her head dropped lifelessly to the ground, while Avion trembled with grief, his body wracking with emotion.

Avion shook his head, wistfully remembering his parents' deaths. His mission hadn't been completed. Not yet. He still had to find his family. His true relatives. Maybe he could finally be at peace with his life if he could just comfort from his mysterious kin. Just maybe. Shouldering his mental burden, he started off into the forest, his toughened paw pads scratching over the damp forest floor as his brightly hued coat disappeared into the gloom...

{~| Other |~}
I hope you'll still consider me, even if I want him to be a bad guy. Thanks.
Black Ice