||Disrupted and Displaced|| Semi lit - Lit Wolf RP Accepting

[kingzakuro]

((Great forms! You are accepted, and you may have the alpha rank. I can tell from your forms you will do just fine. ))

(( Thank you so much! ~ <3 I took a while on them.... it was tiring. xD ))

[Cuckoo]

((Well it was worth it. Thanks for joining, by the way. =) ))

[kingzakuro]

((Well it was worth it. Thanks for joining, by the way. =) ))

(( Thank you, and thank you again! I was happy to join. C: I'm looking forward to a fun roleplay. I hope more people join soon! *bumps* ))

[R0be0]

{{ I might join. :3 }}

[kingzakuro]

{{ I might join. :3 }}

(( I hope you will! It's gonna be fun! ~ ))

[Cuckoo]

((Bump!))

[hachi.]

(I'll join later, and now, looking at the forums I'm doing a silent face palm bc I suck at making long, good forums XD but I'm a great role player)

[hachi.]

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Username: 
❤♫♪Ƨнσωʝʋмρɛя♪♫❤ 
Name:
Raven's Wing
Age:   
3 years old in human years 
Gender: 
Fea ; Female
Rank: 
Beta Female? If not, Lead Hunter 
Pack: 
The Pack of Fallen Skies     
Personality:   
Raven is one that can be quite dangerous in battle, but she dosn't always agree in fighting. She sometimes sticks up her nose to fighting...even if it's the alpha yelling at her to attack. In an old pack, she was kicked out (along with eight others) because the alpha wanted to attack a pack, without any proof that a wolf from the other pack had killed a member of hers, and she sat, refusing to move. She is normaly really friendly and is one that can make you laugh no matter what. She is consider a clown, and a peace-maker. 
Description: 
A raven black wolf. As dark as night. She has a small whit patch on her chest, and a white front left paw. She has shocking blue eyes that set off her coat.  
History:
-WIP- 
Strengths: 
Her main strength? Her pack. She will give up her life for her pack. She doesn't exactly agree with people Saadi g the alpha but will do it herself at times. Second biggest strength: Her friends. Yes the whole pack is technicaly her friend. But I mean her TRUE friends. 
Weaknesses: 
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Crush: 
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Mate:
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Other:
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Username: 
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Name:
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Gender: 
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Rank: 
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Pack: 
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Personality:   
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Description: 
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History:
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Crush: 
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Mate:
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Username: 
❤♫♪Ƨнσωʝʋмρɛя♪♫❤ 
Role Play Sample: 
A little bit of back story from one of my characters:

I choked, my eyes burned, but yet I couldn't close them. The tourtued wolves and dogs howl, screams of pain as the flames licked there cages or worse: There fur. I inhaled, and coughed, the smoke burned at my lungs. My normal brown eyes were a redish color from the smoke, the only light came from the fire. My sibblings yelped in terrror down a couple cages, "No!" a scream came, a burte, a howl of pain from a fea, cought short, another life, gone. I layed down covering my ears with my paws, rembering all the pups that would never see daylight agian. The wolves that had never tasted freedom. The dogs that had never tasted love. I whimperd. We were all going to die. The two legs had no use for us anymore. The alpha male two legger had set the fire, he left, with out a glance back at us. The only that showed any pity was from a young girl. The girl that had promised me freedom. Promised all of us that we were to be free one day. Maybe she ment after death. I wished it wouldn't end in death for me. I had seen my parents be killed after my dad refused to breed anymore. My mom after she couldn't bear pups anymore. My sister had been killed because she couldn't bear pups at all. I just wished....wished it wouldn't end like this for any of us. I forced my eyes closed, as the light became brighter. The fire was coming closer. I herd the more tourtued screams, the howls of pain. The barks and pleeding whines. Why? that was the questions that ran though all of our minds. But yet no one could be free, only the young, small pups could escape, the ones that were to weak to open the cages. Then I herd the whisper, "Song??? Are you still..." the voice trailed off, I looked up, the oak brown wolf was burnt, his fur looked back under the ash and soot, "Quail?" I barked in disbleif, "How? But you? Why? I mean....how? Your to big? You were..." the burte, Quail looked down, "Yea..." he said quitley, "I burnt my paws pretty bad, the flames heated it up were I could pry them apart just enough." he giggled, "And my coat was burned badly." he became sad agian, "I couldn't save any else of my family...they were down the isle...look do you want out or not?" he asked, "YES!" i yelped, he set to work, prying the door open with his paws and nose, flintching once and a while. And then I was free, but the flames were close, much to close to save anybody else, "Im sorry." I whisperd, turning my back, we ran, Quail and me, ignoreing the pleas to let them out too. It hurt leaving them behind, but I had to. We were free secound later, around us pups layed down, there lungs couldn't handle the smoke, "So...young." I whisperd saddly, I looked up Quail was leaving, I inhaled, smokey air but yet fresh, i gave a quick bark of joy, I could do what ever i wanted! I could run...be free... "Hey Quail!" I yelped....

(WIP)

[Cuckoo]

((No problem, finish the forms when you can. Thanks for joining!))

[shiki,]

Username:
Lord of Pocky.

Name:
Paku

Age:
2 years

Gender:
Male

Rank:
Hunter

Pack:
Pack of Fallen Skies

Personality:

Paku is very cheery and sunshiny. But he's a cruel, ruthless fighter when it comes to battle. In other words, he's a good and competitive fighter. But normally he is all happy-go-lucky and lighthearted, never taking anything seriously. He's very into "frolicking" and likes to say and do random things. He can also suddenly burst our laughing, simply because he likes to laugh. "Spontaneous Laughing Combustion", his mother call it. He also often acts immature and childish, something which many of his elders scold him about. But dear Paku just smiles and brushes off their comments.

His major flaw is his attention span. See, Paku happens to hate learning, despite the fact that he's actually quite smart. But try to talk to him about anything educational, and he'll listen for a few seconds and then start fidgeting. No one, no one, has ever managed to capture his interest for more than a minute. Well, except the butterflies he chases around, but that doesn't count...

Paku's also the type of wolf that is impossible to offend, yet get's impressed by others extremely easily. If you need someone to cheer you on and think you're the coolest person in the world, Paku's the wolf for you. And try to say anything mean to him, and he'll laugh and either agree or pout childishly. But not get seriously offended.

Description:

The base of his fur is dark gray, but around his muzzle and chest, it lightens to a paler, more cloudy shade. On his back, ears, tail, and a few other spots, there is a layer of black. He has a small, lightweight frame which gives him great agility. Paku's eyes are almond brown, very round, and always dancing with laughter or mischief.

History:

Totally normal past. Well, the move into the new territory near the pack of Cantus Valley wasn't very normal, but beside that. He was born in the Pack of Fallen Skies, had a normal life up until now. Nice parents, nice environment, everything peaceful and content (in his point of view).

Strengths:
+ fighting
+ agility
+ laughing

Weaknesses:
- being serious
- endurance

Crush:
None

Mate:
Nope

Other:
hope this is okay ^^