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υѕernaмe
My username is Amara, but you can just call me Ara.
naмe
"My name? Guess I forgot to tell you, it’s Rena." ||
nιcĸnaмe
"Pretty sure Rena is short enough. So let’s just stick with that, okay? Thanks."
Gender
"Really? If you haven’t figured it out already you must be blind, deaf, or both. I’m obviously a female."
Ranĸ Wanted
"I want to be the Beta Female, but that would mean the Beta Brute would have to like me.. Hmm, a girl can only hope."
Age
"Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a lady her age? But if you must know, I'm two and a half years old."


Deѕcrιpтιon
Her fur is very light colored and plain, the base being a luminescent white with pale silver-gray flecks here and there. She's a thin wolf, often reffered to as petite with her smaller-than-average size, or dainty with the fluid way she walks on small, feminine paws. It’s easy to see that she’s the smallest of the full-grown wolves in the pack, giving her a sure disadvantage when it comes to fighting. However, what she lacks in muscle is easily made up for in agile speed, and quick, sure movements during a hunt. Rena barely comes up to the shoulder of most average-sized females, so it’s safe to say that brutes tower over her, though she refuses to bow down or be treated like a pup. Her small body is rigged with lithe, finely tuned muscles, hinting greatly at the amount of time she has spent training herself .Her coat usually hangs slightly off of her frame, adding a bit of mass to her tiny appearance, though it still appears as if she could be blown away with a strong enough breeze.


Perѕonalιтy

{Sarcastic.} That is the first thing one notices about Rena. From her ingrained personality to her dry sense of humor. Nearly everything that comes from this fae’s mouth is sarcastic. Though she doesn’t mean for it to be this way, it’s not like she can just stop. After-all, her sarcastic little bouts make her who she is. Whether it be rude, playful, joking, or flat-out thoughtless, sarcasm is one thing that Rena just can’t seem to stop.

{Protective.} Rena will do whatever it takes to take care of the ones she loves. She hates to see her loved ones in pain, and will go after the cause of their pain with a vengeance. You would know if Rena cares about you by the way that she acts around you. She may fuss if you get hurt, or she'll try to comfort you if you seen sad, but she’s always there to help the ones she cares about, no matter what. As long as your part of the back, or even a close friend, Rena will always watch over you.

{Independent.} Rena does what she wants to, goes where she wants to go, and thinks what she wants to think. She's been independent for many years, ever since she was a puppy, and will probably remain this way for the rest of her life. Though she has friends, they are few and far in-between. For a large portion of her life, she counted on only herself, becoming a loner within the pack. However, once you get to know her she opens up a bit more and if you don’t disappoint her it’s safe to say that the fae will come to depend on you.

нιѕтory
"How about I just pretend you didn’t ask me that. Okay honeybunches?"
Crush
"Tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine."
Secret Crush
"‘Secret’ hint’s that no one but I know of it. Funny how that works, huh? But considering I really want to get it off my chest.. I’ll admit that I like a certain beta male. Put the pieces together, darling."
Mate
"I don’t have one, but maybe someday I will."
Pups
"Yeah totally, I don’t have a mate but I have pups. Oops, there goes that sarcasm again. So sorry."
oтнer
Harmony

υѕernaмe
Amara, but you can just call me Ara.
naмe
“The name is Cain, don’t wear it out.”
nιcĸnaмe
“As long as you stick to calling me Cain, we won’t have any problems.”
Gender
“I’m a brute of course.”
Ranĸ Wanted
“I’m perfectly fine with being a fighter. It’s what I’m good at.”
Age
“I’m three and a half years old.”



Deѕcrιpтιon
Cain is a deep, rich chocolate brown color when in the light, but otherwise his pelt seems to be pitch black. He has no markings at all, not even a hint of white in his pelt. The brute’s eyes are a pale icy blue giving him a rather cold, sinuous look. He has a rough coat, short fur, but not sleek or smooth, it sticks out like thorns and its very rugged almost looking as if he is wet. His body type is slender with muscles that home themselves over every part of him. His broad shoulders and tall stance make Cain look like he has an abundance of muscles, and though he is strong his muscles don’t bulge at all.

Perѕonality
Cain is what one would call...Troubled or conflicted. While most of the time he is strait forward and direct, the male has a rather sly and predatory nature about him. He tends to move with a sense of finesse and grace, like the predator he is, always ready to pounce. He speaks up for what he believes, and tends to do so with an eerie calmness, though at times his frustration gets the better of him, causing him to lash out. For all his playful comments and light joking, Cain is one of those males that can change from one moment to the next. He may be joking, or having a good time, but a simple comment or action could be enough to set him off in a cold rage. Once in this state, it’s not as if he will listen to just anyone. At this point, the brute is either one of two things. Cruel, or cold. His coldness might be what shocks some, simply because of the fact that he completely shuts down from the outside world, trapped in his own mind until he himself is ready to come out. It truly is a question as to which side of Cain others will see. The real him, with his charming flamboyancy, or the side that cuts others off without a blink, tossing them away as effortlessly as trash. One thing is sure though, he knows who his true friends are, and will stand by them until the very end, even if he has to die ensuring so.
нιѕтory
“I’m not going to talk about my past, sorry to disappoint you.”
Crush
“I love all the ladies, dollface.”
Secret Crush
“Haven’t really put much thought into it. Woops.”
Mate
“It’s going to take a strong female to tame me, maybe there’s one brave enough to try.”
Pups
“Not yet.”
oтнer
Harmony

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(I finished the end of Frost's form )

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[Accepted n.n We'll probably start tommorow, since many are offline right now.]

[GizmoTheDragon]

('Kay. Just a warning: I won't be here, I'll be on vacation until like next weekend.)

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υѕernaмe
little.house. I tend to go by the nickname 'little'.
naмe
Harbinger. [[ The Prophet ]]
nιcĸnaмe
In all seriousness, he kind of responds to anything. Having as odd a name as his, Harbinger was always a wolf of many names. The most common of his nicknames, however, would have to be Harp, or Harpy. Either is a-okay, in his book.
gender
Brute. ♂
ranĸ wanтed
Guard.
age
Harbinger is little more four years young, an adult.
deѕcrιpтιon
Harp holds a very friendly, polite, and warm persona- quite a contrast from his appearance. Tall and towering with a strong, athletic build, he could come off as quite intimidating at first glance. His fur, thick and ebony in hue, coats his body- only adding to the fear factor. Perhaps, other than his size, it would be his irises that are so startling to some. A deep russet color, almost red, rings around his pupils, creating quite a scare. However, looking deeper, one would always find the smile in his eyes, the cheerful pep in his steps. He's basically just a big, scary looking teddy bear. Yes, big and scary- but a teddy bear nonetheless.
perѕonalιтy
Harbinger is a mischievous, eccentric young brute. He often attempts to 'prank' others, but does not relish the idea of guilt or karma, therefore forcing himself to eventually apologize. He is a sarcastic jokester whom enjoys the company of others. He assimilates into new places easily. Harp expresses himself in different forms, whether vocal, or through his actions. He often gets into trouble and tends to 'leap before he looks', both figuratively and literally. His idea of fun includes a variety of things; he enjoys almost everything he tries. When he was a pup, his parents kinda gave up on him, since he was so used to doing things he wasn't supposed to do and getting away with them, he usually breaks rules without thinking. It has become a bad habit of his.
Harpy has been described as a huge flirt many times. He likes to tease faes - even brutes - when he finds out about their crush, and even before that. He is the opposite of shy - outgoing, talkative, friendly. He has a soft spot for most animals and nature. He tends to do the things no normal adult brute would even think of doing. He has a childish nature that is often seen through his acts.
He has occasional bursts of sweetness he normally shows when nervous, or embarrassed. He is also quite stubborn and often goes against the truth if he sees it fit. Harbinger is of a very protective nature, to say the very least. However, he makes up for this in his his joking ( for the most part ) personality. He loves to have a good laugh, and to make others laugh. From an early age, it had been obvious he was to be quite the charmer in this way. He can make another smile with ease, even when he can't manage one himself. These, along with many other characteristics, make up his selfless heart. He'd do anything for the people around him, no matter the cost, no matter if it be endangering. Though this can come as a strength, it can just as simply be a character flaw, an Achilles heel. He never can see the hidden threat within the trait- always handing it out to anyone whom chooses to take it. His trust is dispensed in heavy loads- but sometimes others can't hold the overbearing weight.
нιѕтory
Harbinger was born into a litter of three and two tough-love parents. They were both fighters, and made him into what he is today. He was pushed out into the world at an early age. After a few years of roaming around, he met a beautiful fae named Fayra, and fell in love from the start. Together, they traveled, and soon found a pack. They settled down, and had a family. Four beautiful pups. Then Harp was sent with a group of brutes to explore another part of the region. When he returned, his mate had left him for another, and their pups had been killed. He left the territory and moved on with his life- never again speaking of the love he once had.
crυѕн
None.
ѕecreт crυѕн
None.
мaтe
None. "I'm not really looking right now."
pυpѕ
None.
oтнer
harmony. c'x

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υѕernaмe
little.house. I tend to go by the nickname 'little'.
naмe
Penumbra. [[ of the Aurora Borealis ]]
nιcĸnaмe
To friends and family alike, she goes by Umbra. But in more professional situations- such as meeting with an Alpha, or another wolf of higher ranking-, she is strictly Penumbra. There is a thin line between formality and familiarity, and she doesn't like to cross it. As for any other nicknames, she isn't very open to them. "It's either Penumbra or Umbra- end of discussion."
gender
Fae. ♀
ranĸ wanтed
Scout. As she grows older, she hopes to become a healer. For right now, however, she finds being a scout comfortable enough. "My mother was a healer, as was her mother, and as was her mother. As you can imagine, the majority of the females in my bloodline turned out to become healers. Who would I be, to break the only tradition my family seems to carry? Not a very good daughter, for sure."
age
Penumbra is little more than three years- still in her youth.
deѕcrιpтιon
Her demeanor may seem very distant, possibly even cold, or standoffish. In all honesty, this assumption would be correct.
Umbra's pelt is a milky snow white, rarely matted or dirtied, despite her constant travels. She has a tendency to keep it as clean as possible, and doesn't really like mud, dirt, or anything of that nature. Penumbra is a wolf of small build, quick on her paws. However, she is not to be underestimated- beneath her pure pelt, lean muscles trace the contours of her body. Her eyes are a green, almost violet hue with very subtle hints of blue and gray.
perѕonalιтy
Penumbra has always been a lot of different things to a lot of different people. In one instance, she could be cold, curt, and ( in some opinions ) bitter. In another, she could be an intellectual, wordy by every definition. Every single one of these opinions ( no matter how unpopular some may be ) are true, one way or another. But what do you make when you put it all together?
Upon first meeting the fae, there are some things anyone could pick up right away. She comes off as very frosty and distant- and in some cases, rude. She tends to say what needs to be said, without beating around the bush or anything of the sort. In most conversations, it might seem that Umbra doesn't have much to add- but in consideration of her rather demure nature, this isn't surprising. When speaking, if she does do so, it is obvious that she is soft-spoken. Her voice, like her actions, is very subtle and hard to catch.
Delving far deeper, one would find the snarky, smart attitude that is Penumbra. With a tendency to over think things, and put her foot in her mouth, conversations with her never really tend to be boring. She likes to talk- it really just depends on the conversation.
Umbra is the kind of person who would willingly put the weight of the world on her shoulders and carry it without a single complaint. She's a very determined character- and if she isn't handed just what she wants, she'll work even harder to get it. She'll do anything to reach any goal she has set in mind, and cannot be deterred from any path, be it good or bad. When it comes to completing tasks, she takes the road less taken- the bramble filled path. She likes the difficulty and the careful thought it takes, the changes, the problems she faces; and, in the end, it's always worth it. She's very unique in her work and in her thoughts, and would do anything to be more so.
She's a wanderer. Never has Penumbra gotten to attached to any one person or place, any perfect spot beneath a tree or thoughtless brute. It's the freedom, the feeling of being able to pick up and leave without telling anyone about it and feel not a single dash of shame. The thought of packing up and starting a new life always occurs to her at the oddest of times- and more often than not, she follows her intuitive. Doing this, it's easy to hide her feelings and thoughts on things, even the small, tiny voices that speak against all opinions other than her own. She just goes on in life, not really caring what happens to her or anyone else- and that's just a-okay with her.
Looking past this, Umbra is a very warm, sympathetic fae. She tends to feel guilty over the little things, and often puts herself down without thinking too much about it. Penumbra is really unsure when it comes to just about anything, it seems- this problem stemming from her knack for over thinking things. Though very intelligent, she trusts others very easily; equally, she, herself, is very trustworthy. However, Umbra does have a tendency to bottle up her emotions and thoughts, casting them away for another time, never speaking them- and they often come back to haunt her. She's a hard, dependable worker when it comes down to things and is never one to let someone down- fearing their disappointment, she finds it hard to tell people 'no'. Penumbra is easily set off by the little things- and though her temper tantrums are small, they find a way to be very lethal in the long run. A soft creative streak runs through her bones, just beneath her skittish, yet thoughtful nature.
нιѕтory
Penumbra was born into a litter of five to Kobe Everlasting© and Seal Dalh©, as the runt of the litter. With snow white fur and dark violet eyes, she obviously hadn't fit in with the rest of her litter mates. As the pup of a healer and a Lead Guard, she was of a very privileged family; but when it came to the other pups, it didn't matter to them. Taking one look at her, they had considered her a misfit, and refused to let her play with them. They would often pick on her. As she grew older, she began to consider running off, to find someone just like herself- but she never did. Instead, as soon as she was old enough, she left the den her parents shared and wandered off into the big pack she had been born into. She found her own cozy little den, cared for herself, and began thinking of a vocation. She didn't talk much to her fellow pack mates, but occupied herself by daydreaming, wandering, ect. Eventually, she began thinking of all the possibilities there were out there. Umbra was still young- and she was burning daylight. Picking up the life she had led, she set out in hopes of getting a fresh start. And that, she did.
crυѕн
None.
ѕecreт crυѕн
None.
мaтe
None. "No one has caught my eye in a long while..."
pυpѕ
None.
oтнer
harmony. c'x

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