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[candor.]

{Remény} ~ {Young Adult} ~ {Female/Fae} ~ {Mate-less} ~ {Quiet}
Moonstone Wolves


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Full Name~Remény.
Nicknames~Rem, Remmy.
Gender~Fae/Female.
Age~Young Adult.
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Personality~

Shy/Quiet~Remény is a very silent wolf, she takes a while to open up. She is a thinker, she could sit for hours, just observing the world round her, she tends to analyze situations with her eyes well. She enjoys the peace of silence, although she also understands the dangers on silence.

Determined~ She is a very strong willed wolf when it comes to tasks at hand, she is not a perfectionist but she will attempt to do things at her very best and will never give up until she's happy. She has very strong opinions and likes to at least get them heard, she believes that everyone in a pack deserves to use their voice once in a while.

Protective~ Remény cannot stand to see her friends or family getting hur. She will fight for them till the death. She is also very protective of cubs, even though she has never had her own, she loves the innocence of them and would hate to see that innocence ruined, she wishes to have her own one day.


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Appearance~

Fur Colour~ From a distance, her fur appears as if it is pure white, with a slight cream tinge but up close you can see that Remeny's fur actually has a more grey tint to it, especially around her face, muzzle and paws.

Size/Build~ Remény is unusually small and slender, over the years she has learned to use this to her advantage. If she is hunting, she finds is very easy to run and crawl through small spaces. Even though she is very unlikely to get involved in a fight, she finds it easy to dodge attacks, her small frame makes is easy to move at a high speed, often taking others at surprise.

Eyes~Remény has quite large, circular eyes. They are very easy to look into, they show all of her emotions easily. They're a very pale brown, around the pupil they have many orange/gold flecks, making her eyes lighten up somewhat.

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Likes~

~Pups
~Running
~Hunting
~Sleeping
~Quiet
~Thinking
~The pack
~Trees

Dislikes~
~Pain
~Fighting
~Stupidness
~Howling.

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Past/Present~

History~ She was raised in a very 'rough' pack, wolves died daily, she escaped. Just in time too, the Alpha had ordered the more experienced Warriors and Hunters to kill the older members of the pack. She was a Huntress and nearly had to kill her own parents, she managed to get her parents a few miles from their old packs camp but unfortunatley, at their age they both died. She had been roaming for a while, trying to find a place to call home.

Mates~ None, nearly every male in her old pack were murderers.

Pups~ None, although she wishes to have a litter one day.

Crush~ None. She finds it hard to trust at the moment.

Pack~ Moonstone Pack

Ranking/Rank Wanted~Could she be a huntress? c:

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@ Om Nom : I'd absolutely love to accept you! Your form is one of the best I've ever seen. BUT... I'd like you to go take a quick peek at the rules. Your missing one little thing!

[candor.]

@little hound; I totally forgot to add that, just give me a second! And thank you, it took me ages :)

[evixtus]

((I'm using my own forum if thats okay with you...))

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@ Om Nom : Your welcome! Accepted!
@ Roanoak : Yup that's fine :) Just make sure it includes all the information from my form, it's pretty, and it's creative.

[Pandle]

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[evixtus]

((Mkay. And i think her picture is realistic... 0.0))

Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ:
Roanoak

Ɯσℓғ Иαмɛ:
Aria

Иιcκиαмɛƨ:
None but if you have some please tell me

Δɢɛ:
3

Ǥɛи∂ɛя:
Female

Яαиκ:
Fighter? If she could be.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:
She is Timid with a little tint of strangeness in hr blood. She is very friendly. If she doesn't like you, it's hard to not tell. She will completely ignore you and glare at you when you aren't looking. All i can say is: Don't get on her bad side.

Ƥαƨт:
Aria had suffered from many things as a pup. Her brother and mother and father,were separated from her in a forest fire. They had pushed her onto the other side of the river so they could live. A they were about to jump over, the fire reached them and turned them to ashes. She watched her own family and pack die as a pup, and she never wants to see it again.

Ɯɛακиɛƨƨ:
Fire is her weakness. She is VERY afraid of it.

Ɔяʋƨн:
None yet

Ѧαтɛ:
None yet

Ƥʋρƨ:
None yet

Δρρɛαяαиcɛ:
Look above forum please.

Ѳтнɛя:
Moonstone Wolves

[Pandle]

“It is life who discriminates

against us and abandons

us not death.”

♒ The broken warrior ♒

“ He knew of
her ob livion.”

The wind cheers ➸
He stole the letters from civilization and scribed them with his tongue, slowly as if shy of the result until an ebb of attachment broke the barrier between fear and uncertainty. Gorecki. He rolls it from the ribbon of his jowls with the cacophony of drumming silence, thick and musty to the gathered, gore-eck-ee, he would chant to the shadows, gore-eck-ee he would pound on the nape of the earth. Gorecki.

Battle of the genders ➸
The occasional flicker if life as it stirs in the beast contains in itself no clues to the sex of its being yet the ridges of armour could be nothing else but that of a male. Baritones grave and solemn, aged beyond the years of his fleece, seldom escape the maw of the beastie yet they confirm what blindness could not; male. The duke is undeniably so and takes offence to suggestions that differ from fact. He figures the gene pool was particularly generous with him, the erotic aroma of strength and suave suitability smoking from his pelt would alert even the dead to his gender; really, there is no excuse.

A game of lies ➸
Four suns and two moons, he thinks. Of course it can be very hard to determine ones exact age when one didn't know the lunar schedule nor that one ought to be keeping track. However, through process of slaughter -or elimination as some refer to it- he has whittled down the stupid, improbable, the perhaps, maybes and uncertainties to state himself four suns and two moons of age. He could be wrong. But that's unlikely, he is intelligent enough to accumulate facts from both his own body -which is more than ready to contribute to the gene pool- and those around him who are certain of their age. So, there we have it, a four year old male wolf.

Titles ➸
A lowly gypsy, but he is rather fond of the wondering attribute he cannot wait to shrug his travelling cape to one side and claim a trophy rank as his own.

Deep longing ➸
Want? He would be grateful to be accepted in a pack let alone hope for anything ridiculous as a rank worth having!

Spirit of the ice ➸
The raggedy warrior. Like many once formidable warriors the wolf has shed his muscle for scraps of skin and bone that hang from his skeleton loosely, so much excess skin and fur that it could snugly accommodate a second body inside; that he has been starved of nutrition and a decent meal is more than evident. It is not by lack of capability that he is so, remarkably he has attained his life over a perilous journey that saw his competitors perish at the hands of mortal men. But disregard his skinny shadow as it slinks through the gaps between day and night, instead direct your attention to the once glorious pelt of ashen grey. It stretches over the timber wolf like a royal gown in battle, broken now and splintered with filth and memories, but it retains grace and distinction nonetheless. His orbs, which are unsurprisingly dull and hungry, are a thick soup of amber, guarded at all times they bare little emotion but that of desire and lust; for what he lusts is another matter one would have to figure out in the moments.

Quality counts ➸
For every being there is quality in some form, even if it is not apparent in apparition. In the case of Gorecki nobility is undeniably personified by the graceful movements of his armour, the agreeable nod, the sideways glance, the courteous silence in agreement. A being able to withstand the pressures of existing are rare, yet here is one now, largely underestimated the dukes balance of affection and charm have earnt him a incline into the wants of others. An alpha should not be disagreed with, else the being would not be manipulating the elements and enemies to bring the pack upon glory, yet an alpha is a figurehead, it is the minions below who control the power. Such a discovery leant the noble sire a perspective quite unique and that, for the nobleman, is his greatest strength.
Yet the world is not run by great minds alone, one must be fit in body as well if they are to survive. Quelling his desires the duke is an emblem for strength. Power. His stamina is untested against another but he knows it serves him well enough to exist for moons. Power, great enough to profit the wolf with battle scars and life he has yet to fail and befall death.

Imperfections ➸
Despite noble intentions the wolf is not of royal blood nor connections and his temperament is frequently frowned upon. Believers of chaos seek only to wound the brutes pride and they succeed, unfamiliar with praise or insult he knows only the sound of silence and takes to heart everything pressed upon him. He holds little self-esteem and can be vulnerable to the desires of others if they should find a manner in which to manipulate him.
Worse than this though is the knights inability to work in a group. Key for a wolves survival he operates as a loner only and finds pack life a task incomprehensible. Nor is he keen on assigned duties with another he is untrusting, unloving and unrelenting in his pursuit for self achievement.

The pleasures of life ➸
The gypsy is without a mate, and he craves for things to be otherwise.

Moonstone Wolves

[eli ayase]

{I'm saying moonstone wolves in advanced}

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