∞❄I N F I N I T Y❄∞ | Semi-literate | WOLF RP | {Closed}

[Malédiction]

• - - @Rampage: Absolutely C: Almost forgot to add that rank option Cx
@Sorrowful: Thank you very much ^~^ As long as you promise to keep somewhat active after posting your forms, that won't be a problem :3 I can't promise you a very high rank though considering the time :/ I hope you understand.
@Kelly: Someone sent me a PM reserving lead hunter so unfortunately you'll have to change it D: But other than that, you're accepted :)

{ { Oh, it's only for the form posting. I usually roleplay from my phone, so I might not be able to make my posts very fancy, but the one paragraph rule is not a problem for me, or to staying active. I don't mind having lower ranks, I was only intending to have an Omega, a Loner, and a Hunter. Thank you! (: } }

[hypnotic.]

{ may i reserve beta female, if it has to be earned or already taken then i'll be a loner :3

[kelly.]

• - - @Kelly: Someone sent me a PM reserving lead hunter so unfortunately you'll have to change it D: But other than that, you're accepted

{okay c: could she be the beta female?

[Sonder.]

• - - @Sorrowful: That's completely alright then :3 I look forward to seeing your characters :D
@Well.. I can't see your name very well but would it be alright if you had hunter and Kelly had beta female? I had to deny her twice XD..

@Everyone: Gonna poof soon. Going to the movies CX

[chernobyl]

Is the Beta Male reserved? If not, i'd like to reserve it. ^^

[hypnotic.]

{ i'll be a loner :3 and it says capture the moment, just call me moment

[dodobird959]

Shot through the heart and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name

shot through the heart and you're to blame
Darlin' you give love a bad name

An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion's a prison you can't break free

Oh! You're a loaded gun, yeah
Oh! There's nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done
-Bon Jovi You Give Love A Bad Name

Brute.
Young Adult.
Name; Ratchie
Nickname; Rat
or Ratti.

Pain

Will.

Eventually.

Fade.

Away.

was given his name from his mother, and he loves his name, though others often find it odd. He lived in Fire pack, in a forest and he had pranced through camp being teased with things like "Ratchie the Rat!" or "Ratti, Ratti, he's so fatty!" But that was just cruel taunts that other pups yelled, but Ratchie didn't care since their mothers' scolded them, and when Ratchie's dad found out, boy did he give them trouble. The others shut their mouths ever since then. Ratchie never took that personally and always ignored them, then he grew along with them, and actually became friends with them. They apologized, though he wasn't really upset in the first place.
You'd think he'd be an Omega if he had been teased as a pup, but he grew, larger than the other kids. His father taught him everything he knew, and Ratchie grew a little bigger than the others. He matched the tallest in the pack, Ratchie is usually taller than other wolves, but if the same age, they probably wouldn't go any lower than his shoulder's height, so he's not freakishly or unnaturally big, it's just the way he was born.

He is bulky and strong, quiet and sneaky but can be clumsy on his big paws. He's not great at balancing or swimming, but every wolf has pros and cons to their body build, right? Ratti's just stronger for some things and weaker for others.

On to his personality!

Ratchie is sweet and caring. Like his themesong, he's hurt by the trap they call 'love' but would never stop loving. He's very tough and aggressive at times, he's protective and would give his life, sacrifice his own to save the life of a loved one.

Ratti can be romantic and sweet, he doesn't like to start fights or be the cause of one.
Funny, the Fire pack experienced a forest fire... Which split everyone up. Ratti made his way across waters and found this pack, joining he became a loyal hunter. Of course, he'd rather be Beta but decided he'd wait. After all, someone else had claimed the rank and he didn't want to start a fight over it.

Ratchie's dusty gold eyes match his dirty-looking gray-black coat.

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

Female.
Name; Scarlette
Nickname; Scar
or Scarli

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don't look back
Turning the rags and giving the commodities a rain check

I don't ever wanna let you down
I don't ever wanna leave this town
'Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

Was given her name by both her parents, named after her dad Ashes and mother Broken Scars. Her real name, that only her close family knows, is Scars Of Burning Ashes. If you picture that, it's the scars given from the burning ashes. Ashes are the remains of the fire, meaning that even after the fire, another bad thing comes along/it continues longer than expected. So there won't always be sunshine after the storm.

She left her pack and family at a fairly young age, she visits each year to the old camp site in mid-late spring, same with the rest of the family, assuming they left, too. Also making Spring her favourite season, reunited with her family is a joyous time for all of them, and the blooming flowers and crisp air make it that much better, too.

Scarlette is quiet but not quite shy. She won't do anything if she's pushed around and really needs to know at least someone's by her side. She doesn't like to hurt others and isn't the best fighter because of that. She is very slim and light, fur colour and weight. She's very nimble on her paws and can sneak up silently on others and prey, she's fast and athletic but isn't a great fighter. She has eyes the colour of burning fire, she's not pure white but close enough. Her coat is usually brownish because of the fact she doesn't care if she gets her coat dirty.

Scarlette doesn't get mad easily and if she does, won't usually do anything about it. She loves to have fun and isn't one of those stuck-up females who hate getting a tiny itty bitty little bit of dirt in their fur, and she doesn't go around calling herself 'beautiful' or thinking the males take a special liking to her. She strongly dislikes others who think they're the best, but like mentioned before, she won't do anything about it. She doesn't want to get caught up in an argument then blamed for it later, since she knows that two wolves arguing, will often like it if someone falls into their conversation and just blame it on them.
Scarlette can be social, but she is currently a Loner searching for a pack of her own, where she can enjoy life with an Alpha who doesn't mind her leaving in Spring to visit her family. It's very important to her to know she isn't torn apart from them.

She currently has no mate, pups of her own or a crush. What she looks for in a mate is someone strong but sweet, compassionate and romantic, but also someone who can be wild and crazy, maybe even strengthen her so that she'd have the guts to stand up for herself.

I'm just the same as I was.

[Sk8terGal98]

•{{I am interested in joining but how many sentences do you consider a paragraph? I am just curious because I know of people that say eight sentences is a paragraph and other claim four or five is. If its four or five sentences that's no problem but otherwise I may not join. Do not take it personal it's just since I can only access the Internet from my iPod its quite hard to write super long descriptive post, but I can defiantly write four to five plus sentences(: also making my post "pretty" defiantly isn't a problem.

[~stories untold.]

Phantom
In General
~Name::Phantom
~Age::4 1/2 years old
~Gender::Male
~Rank:: Lead Hunter
~Wanted Rank::N/A
~Crushes::Not yet
~Mate:: Seeking
~Pups:: Depends on the mate


Meet Him!
~Overall Appearance::Phantom appearsto bebrutal and unforgiving from a stranger's point of view. He has white sharp teeth that nearly glide out of his mouth. His white pelt isn't a blessing out in the forest, but it's not his fault it's white.Speaking of his white coat, it is thick, but kept neat and clean. It's thick and heavy in appearance, but it gives him a different look. Coming back from hunting he isusually brown because hehasto roll in the mud to blend in.He also is one of those wolves who depending on who you are, the look he sends off with his piercing blue eyes will make hairs standon end. For the most part however, he is tall, bulky, and with great mass. He literally towers over everyone but the alpha. He appears to be more aggressive and sinister than he really should.

~Attitude:: He is not the most welcoming to strangers. He's calm and likes order.He has a good mind, and knows how to useit as well.Hewill sometimesmake somesacastic remarks orjust teasing another wolf. On top of both those things, he is loyal and obidient to do whathis superiors say. He has no desire to move up the pack. he is happy as the lead hunter, and likes everything as it is for himself. he is calm and collected; Phantom excels at keeping calm, quiet, and silent when fighting, hunting, or even talking about another wolf behind their back, even though he would never unless there was something seriously wrong. he usually goes unnoticed until he wants to be heard, then usually hemanages to get his word across.he is gentle with the pups, but super fierce in battle, and will go up against practically anything. and avery seemingly composed wolf:orderly, composed, kept together, quiet, good at giving orders, and gentle even though on the inside he always feels alone or betrayed even as if he has done something to completely mess up everything.

~Where he is most likely seen:: Phantom spends mostof his time trying tohelp out- whether it's helping with pups, hunting, keeping the others entertained, on patrol, orjustmaking small talk. He is usually seen chilling out by a tree or doing his own thing.

(Personalities seem great.Looking forward to this RP!)

[ShoeShoe]

"Within us there is something, waiting to be released"
-------------------------------------------------
Brute-4 Years-Single-Loner-None
I'll never hesitate
I'll never let you take
This kingdom that I've made

Keus is the name. It's pronounced the same as Zeus, but with a K in replace of the Z, if you are finding you have a hard time with pronunciation. Some tell me my name means nothing, it was just a random smattering of letters my parents put together. Others tell me it means something significant, yet they have no idea or don't care to share the significance of it. But through years I have some to understand the meaning behind my name, something I will explain later on. It is Dutch, I will give you that much at this point in time.




ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: I am a brute, just in case you couldn't tell or my name wasn't the dead giveaway usually is. If you can't tell, I suggest getting your eyes checked. Eyesight is rather important in life.
ｐａｃｋ: I was born into the Acerbus Pack, 4 seemingly long years ago. At this point in time I do not reside with the Infinity Pack. I am simply watching and analyzing this curious pack.
ｒａｎｋ: As I have said before, I am a loner, and at this point in time, it seems as though it will be that way for a bit longer, or at least until I have made up my mind on whether or not to join the pack.

They will tell you that I am apathetic. That I care little to nothing about anything or anyone. They are wrong. The truth is, I'm just damn good at hiding my emotions. Even my eyes, the biggest key to a wolf's thoughts and emotions, rarely give away what I am feeling. When you're father instills in you the belief that showing is a weakness and that to love is to destroy, ever since you were a pup, you believe it, throughout your entire being. I was taught to hide my emotions,so as to become a better, harsher fighter. When in all reality, I became that, and a colder, more apathetic companion. I care, I have cared, but you can never tell, never decipher what's going on behind these golden eyes of mine; and I like to keep it that way. It's what I'm comfortable with and changing now after 4 years makes no sense to me. Despite my quiet, reserved attitude, I was also taught multiple mannerisms as a pup, from my father as well. Though we were never a part of a pack, he told me how to respect a pack's authority, and especially an Alpha's. I understand the basics of how a pack works, but the companionship that comes along with it slightly frightens me. I have rarely been in the presence of more than 5 wolves at a time, and most of the time, it was just my family. I very rarely have any social contact, one of the main reasons, I think, behind my liking of staying away from other wolves and not participating in conversations. However, if I believe my opinion needs to be known, I will spout a sentence or two, just to get it out there and into consideration. I tend to be strongly opinionated and strong-willed, which gives rise to my fighting strength and my will to win.

History? Of course you'd want to know about that, everyone being so curious and up in a wolf's business these days. Regardless, I guess I can tell you the slightly condensed version of what has occurred in my life. I'll start with the beginning, when I was born. My sister and I were the only two pups to survive the litter of five. My parents picked my sister's name immediately thereafter, but my mom had the hardest time deciding what to name me. My father just called me "boy" for a good while until the name was finally decided. I quickly came to a strange realization when I was old enough to understand the fact that as a family, we did not belong to any kind of pack; we were, in a sense, our own pack. It was odd, especially for wolves, but somehow we made it work.

My father, I have decided, was a lot like what I have become. Looking back, we share a lot of the same mannerisms and the way we act is almost identical. My sister was his little angel, but I, I was his son, who had to do everything he said or be punished. I quickly learned that disobeying my father was a big "no no", but at that point in my life, my father was my hero, and I looked at him like most son's look at their own father. He would always bring me with him wherever he went, lecturing me along the way about how to act, how to become a fierce fighter, yet how to also be a respectful, controlled wolf. I remember fighting lessons quite vividly. Where most wolves don't necessarily "completely" fight each other when first learning, we did. Blood would be drawn, sometimes in large amounts, and he would leave me there bleeding profusely, showing me how to control the pain and fight through it so as to defeat my enemy. He believed that "fake" fighting was stupid, and that the only way to learn was to really, truly fight, and since we were the only two males, it was him against me.

When my father would take my sister out and show her things, I would be left with my mother, whom I absolutely adored, and still do. She was like my own angel. I would curl up next to her and just listen to her talk, whether it was about life or just her rambling on and on about random things. I guess you could say that this was how my name came about. When I was old enough to understand, she would talk about deeper life meanings and she would frequently bring up the aspect of choices. She would continually tell me that we always had choices to make and those choices would define who we were. My name, Keus, is Dutch for choice, something I believe she came up with at some point.

As my sister and I grew, we continued to learn about the outside world. We frequently traveled, never really staying in one spot for too long, though my father would always make sure we steered clear of pack territory. We'd camp in one area for a few days, then move along, hunting and feeding ourselves along the way. We were rather efficient. When my sister and I were about a year and a half, her and my mother were both killed in a run-in with rogues. They didn't deserve their deaths, and I always vowed I would find the wolves who did it and murder them myself, but alas, that has not happened yet. I miss them, but maybe their deaths taught me something.

After they died, my father became a completely different wolf. I barely recognized him anymore. I only stayed with him, following in his footsteps, until I was two, then I decided to set off on my own. Since then, I have become a wandering loner. I have drifted from place to place, rarely staying in one place for more than a month. And now, here I am.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ: I once had a family, as I told you in my brief history. My mother, Shade, and sister, Koara, were killed almost a year and a half after my sister and I were born. They were....well, let's just say that there was a pack of lone, rangy brutes who were eager for a fight. I have no idea what went on during that occurrence, as I was off with my father. All I know is that when we came back, they were both lying there in the middle of the clearing,the fur around their necks soaked with blood that had begun to pool on the ground. My father, Loci, on the other hand, I have no idea what has become of him. He may still be alive, or he may be dead, of that I do not know. We split up a short time after their deaths, and since then I have not heard anything or run into him. Whether he lives or not, I do not know.