➸ ＳＰＩＲＩＴ | A Semi/Literate Wolf R.P. | Open

[avarice.]

( I apologize for my lack of activity as I had a few computer issues. Anyway, anyone may start at any given time. My beginning post will be up tomorrow as I'm making this post through mobile. Kepp in mind this is a semi-literate role play so please no one lines. I'm not sure what Arachnid's posting standard is but I at least would consider it to be 5 good sentences or more. )

[indefinite,]

{{ would this be acceptable? }}

❦ ❦ . ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx.

[ n e s s i e ] - [ f e m a l e ] - [ f o u r ] - [ the ' i n t r e v e r t e d ' one ]

ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ lockness monster.

☞ "Please, call me Nessie."
☛ Secret was searching for a unique name for the pup she salvaged from a bush on a stormy night. She wanted a name that would be remembered, well known amongst the other wolves within the wonderous forest. She'd always liked the name 'Nessie' when she heard a tale about a dog with that name, but she liked the famous myth 'Lockness Monster' better.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ seven years.

☞ "Age doesn't define ability."
☛ Secret never truely knew the pup's exact age, but after asking some peers who had experienced pups before, it was said she was around four weeks of age. Looking back on it all, Nessie doesnt really recall her exact age either, so she just goes with being told she's four years old. She strongly believes though that such an older age doesnt mean she cant do anything less an older dog could do, and she'll happily prove it.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▸
------ female.

☞ "I'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ Lockness has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her name, her age, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. Her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. She was joking before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful wolf, honest as well. You'll just have to take her word for it.

ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｓｃｏｒｅ ▸
------ eighty nine percential.

☞ "I find myself of the highest intermediate level."
☛ The moment Nessie first stepped out into the forest alone, it showed she was a wolf with skills. She has been one of the strongest and sharpest she could possibly be. Scout could be at the top of her game, but she's as stubborn as a mule and doesnt take to trying new things lightly. If it werent for this slight flaw in the art of effort, she wouldnt be an eighty nine percentage, but yet perhaps even in the higher nineties?

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ intreverted.

☞ "I find myself more interesting than others."
☛ Nessie was found alone, she trained alone {besides Secret of course}, and in her mind, she will forever be alone. She is a rather intreverted canine, seperating herself from others a great deal of the time. This is my her own choosing, of course. She seems to find that she can intertain herself more than she needs others to intertain her. Because of this, she is very quick to think, having many time to do it. At a single moment in time, she could craft up some sort of infathimous scheme, play it all out in her head, and set her body to work right after. She's strong willed like that, built and ready to take on any task at hand, an for many, she is admired for such a heroic attribute. Its not common with wolves such as herself. She's really a sarcastic type, most of her jeers purposly meant to sting just a bit, but all in all she's a real jokester if you play your cards right with her. Also unlike other wolves, she hasnt a soft side within that hard shell of hers. Its all buff and beast that comes within her, and she shows no way of trying to tone it down. It comes in handy though, just as she does within battle. Inspite her aggrivating exposure, she's a wolf you want to keep around in your life.

ｓｉｇｎｉｆｉｃａｎｔ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Who needs a male in the picture?"
☛ Nessie doesn believe in that sort of love. The only love she feels is towards her life as a wolf, oddly enough; I guess its a freedom thing. She's never experienced such a thing, nor plans to in the near future. It isnt some sort of 'hidden past' type of thing, nor is it a tale of a broken heart, just her mind set that she doesnt need anybody but herself and her goals to complete her life.

ｋｉｎ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Never knew 'em."
☛ No one, not even Lockness Monster herself knows of her history. She doesnt really mind though. She more of a 'the past is in the past' type of gal anyways. But because of all that, she doesnt know of any living or dead kin. She figures she obviously had a mother and father, and perhaps even a couple siblings, considering she is a large breed wolf and they have larger litters, but she's seen no familiar faces or names. Like I said though, she doesnt really mind by it all. She focused on her work.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "Nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ I think thats just about it. I like this roleplay, I really do. Its unique, not something I've ever seen or heard about. I cant wait for it to get started. I only wish though that its the real type of semi-literate, the two paragraphs, rather than the three line type. I'd hate to quit because its too little for me to work with.

© of this form goes to me.
© of the character goes to me.
© of setup ideas goes to ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂.
© of images goes to rightful owners.

[avarice.]

{ Accepted Deff. What rank would you want Nessie to be? }

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Male • Female • Either Gender

Alpha
Ebony • Male • 3 Years • Mateless • Arachnid
-None, PM me if you wish to earn this position-

Beta Brute & Fae
Chandler • Male • 2 1/2 Years • Mateless • Distant_Hybrid
-None-


Delta Brute & Fae
Apollo • Male • 2 Years • Mateless • a v a r i c e-
-None-

Hunters
Mist • Female • 2 Years • Mateless • Arachnid
Kami • Female • 3 Years • Mateless • champy

Fighters
Shadow • Male • 4 Years • Mateless • Elizabeth24
Nessie • Female • 7 Years • Mateless • indefinite,

Pup Sitters
Artemis • Female • 3 Years • Mateless • a v a r i c e-

Omegas
-None-

[indefinite,]

{{ thank you <3 if the beta female doesnt have to be the beta male's mate, then beta female. if it does, then just a meer fighter would be fine c: }}

[avarice.]

{ I'm not sure but I believe so, so Nessie will be fighter. c: }

[bird.]

(Looks like a beautiful roleplay. I bookmarked and will submit my form (for Omega) hen I get back from vacation. C:)

[Distant_Hybrid]

{ooc. Ah! I'm finally back! Sorry to leave you all- I'd much rather hae stayed here -_-

Anyway, about the Nessie beta thing, I'd think that that would be alright. Chandler does, anyway. Ha ha.

And bump~

[indefinite,]

{{@hybrid; really? excellent! c: i havent looked through the posts so has this roleplay begun and if not, when will it begin? }}

[violeta.]

Name: "Kizi."
Nickname: "It's just Kizi."
Age: "I'm 3 years old."
Gender: "Fae..."

Crush: "Um... You gotta impress me first..."
Mate: "Uh... what?"
Family: "I guess you could say Kurt is my brother. We aren't blood related but we're as close as two can get..."
Pups: "I..."
Friend: "Kurt's more like my brother..."
Foes: "... No..."

Rank: "Could I be a hunter? It's not as much blood as warrior so..."
Rank Wanted: "I was hoping on hunter..."

Personality: Kizi is a shy fae, not really one to talk to many. She fears most things in life, especially the color red, since it reminds he so much of her past. One of the most interesting things about Kizi though is the fact that she tends to daydream and talk in her sleep.
History: Kizi doesn't remember much of her past, all that she really remembers is the lasting image of a bloodied field and her mother being killed right before her eyes. She doesn't like to talk about it much, but she will speak of it to Kurt often, trying not to bottle all of her fears up from that image. All she can really say about herself is she has been traveling with Kurt for nearly 2 years now.
Other: Kizi was the runt of her litter.





Name: "My name is Kurt."
Nickname: "It's just Kurt."
Age: "I'm 4 years."
Gender: "Male."

Crush: "Gonna have to impress me."
Mate: "Nah, hadn't had the time. But now that there's the pack, I'm open for it."
Family: "Kizi's like a sister."
Pups: "... Don't you have to have a mate for that first?"
Friend: "Nope."
Foes: "Nada."

Rank: "Warrior?"
Rank Wanted: "Warrior would be nice."

Personality: Kurt is a tough on the outside, soft on the inside type of male. He's not really into sharing emotions and all that, but he does trust others not to hurt him. One of his biggest feature's is how nervous he tends to get when he really likes a fae.
History: "My dad left my mum the day we were born. My mom had a hard time caring for us on her own without a food supply or shelter, that's why I was the only one that survived; I was the strongest. I had been living with my mom for a while before I left, Kizi tagging along and here we are."
Other:

[Distant_Hybrid]

{ooc. Accepted! Also, it's no problem c: We can start.}


The cool rushing water of the stream trickled effortlessly over my tired paws, and a wave of serenity washed over me. With a yawn of patience, I noted the depth of the creek. Before the summer, it was a river-like source of life- an abundance of calm to relish in. But it had dwindled- it was now but a rationed puddle, threatening a drought.

Discontent pushed me; a graceless mishap brought to the surface by the smallest of problems, but I tried to shrug it off. It was my demon- I had to chase it away. Irritability was suddenly at my door, banging on the hickory colored foundation, and I flinched. Fear poaching me like a hunter on a deer.

Memories from the past were brought up... And all because of a stream. Often times my logic confused me, and it refused to be justified. But that didn't matter now... The only thing that was even semi-coherent was Emma.

Oh, Emma. She was so kind. So graceful, so beautiful, perfect. Her irrational sense of danger was always a flaw that I had admired; until it became deadly. Her lack of judgement almost killed her multiple times. But the last time it didn't fail.

With a shudder I dismissed the memory of her. My sweet little Emma... I'd never loved anyone more than her... And I don't plan to. Ever. She was all I ever needed, and she's gone.

Hah. I even remember when Ben came and asked who Emma was. Silly little guy- didn't even remember his sister's name. His problem with memory was the thing that killed him...

A tear rolled down my solemn face, and I stepped out of the water. My puppies, my only family, were gone. I raised them- they were mine, and we weren't even related.

Violently shaking my head, I cleared the thought and began to walk back toward camp. The familiar sights and sounds comforted me, and the band-aid was plastered back onto the wound. I'd let it sit for the day, but tomorrow? The sore would fester again, pulling on the fragile strings of my heart.