T h e G r a y ~ Semi-Literate Wolf Plague RP ~ O p e n

[Ovacalix]

n a m e ;

FALLOUT
a g e ;

"If you must know, I am four, I will not repeat myself"
g e n d e r ;

Brute
a p p e a r a n c e ;

Fallout is a fairly masculine brute, however, he is not large to the point where cannot swiftly maneuver through a blinding blizzard. He is taller than an average wolf, and weighs accordingly. He is very fit, and lean, though he tends to allow his coat to get roughed up from his perilous ventures. He has already grown into his paws, given that he is certainly not too clumsy. He can get thin here and there because he is humbler than he credits himself to be, he has molten gold eyes that can peer through even the darkest of hours. He tends to be a night owl, so if you wish to see him in further action you should try and stay awake passed sundown.
r a n k ;

(I will be honest, I got a little confused, could he be a Warrior, and if not, Patrol? I apologize for my lack of understanding.)

p e r s o n a l i t y ;

NUTSHELL


Fallout is very weary about trusting anyone, a wolf needs to gain his trust and this gets built up over time and once all the 'trust tests' have been passed, Fallout loves deeply and intensely. Underneath the cool exterior, energies and emotions are constantly flowing but Fallout deals with this be channeling energy into useful activities, hobbies, relationships or sleeping. This is never apparent to the outside observer but knowing this fact explains why Fallout is so passionate about whatever it is he is undertaking. Fallout has powerful instincts and he trusts his own gut feeling which is another reason why he seldom fails. Fallout appears to be a very detached wolf, however all he does is listen and learn from observations and failures made by others.

Fallout is known for taking extremes and experiencing intensity. Fallout is very deep, and intense wolf, there is always more then meets the eye. He presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world, yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive. Fallout has a very penetrative mind, do not be surprised if he asks questions, he is most likely trying to delve deeper and figure things out and survey the situation. Fallout always wants to know why, where and any other possible detail he can possibly know. Fallout is very weary of the games that other people try to play and this is why he is not easily deceived by others. The wolf that Fallout respects and holds close to him is treated with amazing kindness, loyalty and generosity. On the outside, Fallout has great secretiveness and mystery. This magnetically draws other wolves to him.
(Just a general round up, because, I have to get to bed soon)

h i s t o r y ;

Midnight, the forest was caped in inky darkness, snow kindly fluttered across any and all surfaces it happened to fall upon. That was when I was separated from them, my former pack, I was a foolish teenager being out so late and alone. There was no moon in the sky, and according to the cycle my father had taught me about, It was supposed to be full. This was strange, even the air had a evil feel about it. I felt light kisses upon my face, each the same, without warmth and unforgiving.
Snow.
I stopped where I was, and turned around, prepared to make my way home. I stealthily jumped from rock to rock, making my way down the ridge I had just climbed. It only took one slip to turn my fate for the worst. I fell to the bottom, and all was black.
The next morning, I could see nothing, everything was white. I began to move, and the white cracked away, bunch by bunch I began to regain my sight. Before me was the forest I knew to be wasted by the fleet of snow. Was there a blizzard last night? I felt a sudden urge to follow my sense in direction to investigate the fate of my pack. I rushed and rushed, only to find my fathers scent completely covered up by the rage of snow. Though, there was nothing to bee seen, it was as if the snow covered up everything there was left.
I continued to investigate, and I found my den, upon digging my way in I found there was nothing to be seen. Did my family abandon the area? I looked in the other dens, though they were as empty as mine own.
I lingered for hours, just until it dawned upon me that they wouldn't me coming back to find me. I guess thats how it was in a pack wasnt it? You follow by the rules or get left behind, though the thought of my father actually opting me out of the escape, and leaving me behind made me grow bitter. I stalked into the forest, a lone wolf, but now I work as a protector for my new Alphess, her grace in assisting me from my darkest hour compelled me to return the favor to her and the pack as a loyal warrior ready and waiting for a new threat to come my way.

c r u s h ;

"Only the most trust worthy, my friend"
m a t e ;

"Maybe, Soon, However, Not now"
o t h e r ;

I usually only join with one character, and if I happen to really get into a roleplay I add more. If it is required to have equal sex's in order to be accepted, I am perfectly fine with that, I will just need to complete this tomorrow. Sorry for this trouble I am giving you x_x

[|~Nevermore~|]

[[Accepted as a warrior. You can start role playing now, I trust that you will finish the history when you can (: ]]

[flyleafrocker]

((Right... gonna jump in the deep end here... sorry if anythings a little nonsensical or misspelt but its after 2am here and I just can't sleep ))

The sound of bickering drifted from one of the many dirt tracs leading to the packs clearing, this sound was eminating from Fly and Arya, once again, one of them had said something that had niggled at the other and set off an argument. This time it was Fly, he'd said something to Arya about her settling down and finding herself a nice brute which had inevitably set her off ranting at him for the same reason. "We both know its unlikely that I'll find a mate anytime soon" barked Fly, "afterall who wants to be mates with someone that was born part deaf?" At this point a small snort of laughter escaped Arya as she found Fly's point rather entertaining. "I suppose your right, I mean, your deafness, coupled with your scruffy looks, only someone who was blind would like you, then they have to be deaf and have no sense of smell too because your smelly and you whine too much" with that she gave a short chuckle and darted into the woodland with Fly close behind "hey come back here!" He barked, laughing a little as he went.

[Mimi-911]

[[ recap guise. What did I miss? ]

[Mimi-911]

s h e r b e t // k o n a n

Sherbet snorted in an attempt to hide her amusement at the loners, both those that had run off and those that had been çhivalrous'. Her eyes trailed back to Aimeé when she spoke again, a smirk hidden in the maw of the former fae. Her ears pulled forward as she listened to her alpha speak, both with respect and loyaalty, though inside her, Sherbet felt a bit of disgust towards the loners. Her tail moved aimlessly from side to side as the alphaess greeted the loners, the heat radiated from her brother who stood no more than a pace away. She sighed her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

As Aimeé led the group back to camp, Konan snuck a glance at his sister. Her composure was serious, and no more than a glint in her eyes portrayed her thoughts on the loners that stood in front of them. He shifted his gaze away again, to rest on the back of the head of Aimeé, their blind but loving, alphaess. A grin tugged at the corners of his boyish lips, his eyes lighting. The small breeze danced along his coat, the tanned pelt soon soft and fluffy beneath its grasp. His tail was low, and slowly moving from side to side in time with his strides, of which were much longer than most of the others in the group as of presently. And so, with all his self-control, he fought to stay at the back of the small group of mix-and-match wolves.

Within moments, they returned to camp, and the group moved off of their own accord. Konan's and Sherbet's hazel eyes followed several of the wolves as they left to do their own things, and the brute watched Aimeé move off again. Probably to go have some peace. He though, smiling slightly. He turned back to Sherbet. "What do you want to do Sherby?" He asked, his tone light and teasing, his eyes full of mischieviousness. She returned it with a low growl.

"I want you not to call me Sherby." She hissed, turning away from the other who bore no resemblence to her. He shrugged, uncaring, before repeating his question. Sherbet pinned her ears, and though Konan couldn't see her face, he knew she was bvarely keeping control of her anger. Sherbet has always had a low fuse. He mused to himself. Without saying these thoughts out loud, he grinned, a sudden thought playing in his mind.

"Or I could play Cupid and conveniently pair you off with someone who you hate." In one swift movement, Sherbet had turned, and pushed her brother to the ground. His eyes were wide in astonishment as she put one paw on his neck, the tips of her claws touching the fragile skin there. "You wouldn't dare." She snarled, glarin g at him with a look that might have killed him. Despite how much of him wanted to say 'I bet I would', he kept his mouth firmly shut. With a subsiding growl in her throat, Sherbet jumped off her brother to land hard on the dirt. Angrily, Konan drew himself to his feet, and with a sneer at his sister, stalked away, barely keeping control of his own anger.

[TheCryingWolf]

Roland's ear twitched at the stirrings of some movement just behind him, causing him to once again pause. For a moment, as attention swiveled to the source of this almost noiseless disruption of the silence in the camp, he tilted his head slightly. Ah, so he had awakened Tenshi after all. Postponing his other duties in favor of this one, Roland headed back towards the fae, a noticeable liveliness in his step. He'd regained his pleasing expression, making it seem that the Brute was genuinely happy to see her. His smile returned at once upon closing the gap between them enough so that they would be able to speak.
"Miss Tenshi?" He addressed her quietly, but in a friendly way, almost with the same hesitancy as before. His voice, to a one unfamiliar with it, was young and smooth, and as if every word was spoken with importance. It was one of his more defining features, but seldom recognized by those receiving it.
Roland lowered his head in politeness, his tail reacting in a similar way. Seeing that the fae had taken to hiding her face, he immediately wondered why; feeling a stroke of pity touch him lightly. Yes, it may be so that he was needed, here. Presently, he let the notion of his former duties fade completely from his mind.
Casually approaching her once more, her ambled towards her as if approaching an old friend, until he was nearly right beside her. He was careful to make sure that his own eyes radiated kindness, and little more. Perhaps a hint of concern in there as well.
"Are you feeling well today, Miss Tenshi?" He addressed her again in this former gesture. It was one of the only things that stood out in contrast to his rather casual, laid-back approach. Still, it was spoken in the art of the latter, as if not to be easily given away.

{ Sorry about that! Haven't been able to get to a computer, heh! }

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Tenshi curled her fluffy black tail around her back paws which jutted out from under her belly. Suddenly, she heard her name and peeked out from under one of her paws. There stood Roland, smiling kindly at her. When he came closer and asked if she was alright, she uncovered her face and turned to look up at him with wide eyes. "Y-yes.. I'm fine.." she said softly in a shy way. She held her wide eyed gaze for a moment before her shyness overcame her and she looked down at her paws, shuffling them awkwardly in the dirt. Tenshi hated her shyness, but she couldn't help it. It was just something she didn't understand. How could one be so shy for no reason? But she rememered growing up alone. Without any contact from any other wolf. That's how it started. That's why she's so shy. Tenshi concluded that as the reason why and stuck to it. Then she remembered Roland standing beside her and she looked back up at him shyly, awaiting a response, if any at all.

[king_bear]

{ anyone free to roleplay wih Rohan? }

[flyleafrocker]

Laughter continued to escape from the jaws of the two jolly wolves, Fly pounced on Arya and the pair rolled down a smal, but steep hill. Upon reaching the bottom Arya pushed down on Fly, pinning him to the ground. "Ha! Pinned ya!" She barked giddily. A light breeze drifted through the woodland and brought with it to fly's nostrils a strange yet familiar scent. He looked at Arya with a slight fear in his eyes "bear" he whispered. "What?" Arya asked confusion painted across'her face, at that moment her gaze shot to the direction of a cracking branch, above it was a large, horrifyingly ugly grizzly bear, at an overwhelmingly large size of six feet. "B-b-bear!" She half whined hakf barked, taking a flying leap and hitting the ground running Arya darted off back in the direction they had come, with Fly quickly in tow

[squirelife]

Nikki looked around for others, but it seemed they where all busy. She followed the scent of Braxel and Raven and headed after them. She trotted quickly after the t5wo. Finally catching up to them, she panted." You guys are pretty fast." She barked. She flanked Braxel keeping pace with the two.

Raven
Brute|Hunter|Currently hunting with Braxel and Nikki

Raven looked walked along with Braxel. He closed his eyes for a moment glad that there was peace and quiet for once. He never cared for crowds or lots of noise so he was glad to get out with just one other wolf. He opened his eyes and peered behind him. He saw Nikki and slowed down a bit to let her catch up and then continued on at the same pace as before.

{ anyone free to roleplay wih Rohan? }

Lily's free))

[Wilte]

Three years. Brute. Hunter.

r σ l α n d

Seeing that he'd spurred some form of discomfort in the young fae, Roland refreshed the moment by breaking his steady gaze with her, pretending to turn his attention to some movement within the surrounding brush. The foliage here was leafless, and quite bare looking. He'd begun to think it made for a dismal setting, as if it were a dull reflection of the losses harbored by the pack that season. Where green life had once been, there was a void, waiting to be filled by the touch of spring.
These small, irrelevant thoughts clouded his mind for a brief moment before he returned to his conversation with Tenshi, who had risen her widened eyes to his face one more. Taking note of this, he maintained his expression carefully.
'I'm glad to hear it," he replied, his words rolling off of his tongue smoothly and with little effort. His tone differed much from the small, timid voice of the speaker just below him. It reminded him of a flighty songbird, like a ghost among the branches. By her soft, hesitant words he was sure it was brought on by some dosing of shyness. Tenshi's averted gaze told him this much, and it could not be very hard to tell that he'd be the one to direct the flow of conversation. However, he did not mind this in the least, recalling that as a pup he had behaved with a similar disposition. With this in mind, it occurred to him that Tenshi must be much younger than himself; not quite old enough to leave her pack in normal conditions. He'd known beforehand that she'd not been born into this particular one, just as he and several others.
The plague, he thought grimly, had claimed many.
He looked down to her again, just as softly as before, before speaking once more.
"I'd just happened to be on my way to hunt; I was wondering if I'd have the pleasure of your company?" He asked, his tail sweeping slowly from side to side. "Of course, I would not be offended if you were to decline. . ." He trailed off, a hopeful glimmer in his eye.
He'd not had the chance to get to know Tenshi very well, and found himself spontaneously grasping the present opportunity to do so. Appearing to be without the company of another, he supposed he'd been drawn to her loneliness. Or, what he had perceived it to be.