::Wolves of the Stars::Open::Literate Roleplay

[Bellum]

B U M P ;

[ingénue]

N a m e: - Honiahaka - "Honiahaka" they say. "What an interesting name" they say. Honiahaka has always loved her name, being original and very uncommon. Her name originates from Cheyenne, the indigenous people of the great plains in Oklahoma and Montana. Honiahaka means little wolf, though she is not little in the slightest, she doesn't tell many people about her names true meaning as she feels that she is weakened by it's meaning. She prefers to be called by the name of Honi, which means wolf and she is much less afraid of it.
G e n d e r: - Fae - " I am fae or do your eyes deceive you? "
A g e: - two and a half years young - " I am two and a half years young, why might you ask all of this personal information? "
P a c k: - Silver obsidian - " I am beta of the Silver obsidian wolf pack. I am strong just like obsidian. "



P e r s o n a l i t y: - Strong willed, independent, stubborn, protective - This strong willed female will not give up on anyone, anything even when all hope is lost, she doesn't give up easily. She is an independent fae, she doesn't need anyone else in order for her survival, she can rely on herself and she needs no help. She doesn't often ask for help unless she absolutely needs to. She has grown up by herself. She is often grumpy and will usually snap at anyone who doesn't see her point, she doesn't like smart alecks who think they know everything and try to show her up. Snarling is her thing Through her eyes it's all for one and one for all. She likes to be the leader and she will often volunteer for the larger jobs, making sure to do it well and time efficiently, she will often go alone or with one other of her rank. She is protective, like any fae her age. She will always stick up for the people she loves and will not let them get hurt in the slightest, not one touch. She doesn't like to muck around, " it's time wasteful" no exceptions, she is a hard worker and doesn't like people messing around on duty, this is where her grumpiness kicks in the most.
H i s t o r y: - Tragic - " Sometimes I sit and wonder how different my life would be if there hadn't been fires... My mother, father died in a large bush fire when I was young. I had to survive by myself, gather food for myself and fight of predators. Never had I been so alone, terrified. When I survived the fires I only cam out with a bruise, but my family came out dead. My personality has shaped around thus terrible incident. I was alone until the Silver Obsidian pack found me, alone, rich with food. My history has been mentally harmful. "

L i k e s: - Hunting, being alone, being leader - Honiahaka likes quite a lot of things. She likes the feeling of being independent, fending for herself and having something to be proud of. She loves hunting for her food, she feel especially proud when she catches something big and meaty, like a bear. She loves the feeling, the wind running through her fur. Honiahaka likes to be alone, no one bothering her with requests or issues, she just needs some down time occasionally, time for focusing just on herself. She likes being the leader, leading a bunch of wolves, is just a great feeling to be in charge of something important, every job to her is important.
D i s l i k e s: - Death, distractions - ' Death is probably one of the most horrifying things, having witnessed a death I know what it is like to loose a loved one. It's terrible. Distractions are probably what I dislike more than anything, something or someone trying to stop me from getting my work done, they must go. I also dislike berries, they are foul and they smell horrid. "


A p p e r a n c e: - White, chocolate brown eyes, tall - " I am a tall sturdy figure, I am defiantly not small boned. My coat is a nice shade of white. My coat is thick and it keeps me warm in the winter. I have chocolate brown eyes, they are very glassy. I like to keep my coat clean at all times to avoid it getting to heavy with dirt, sticks and what not. "


C r u s h: - No - " What a stupid question! Males will just get in my way! "
M a t e:- No - " Ho, ho ho, of course not! Stupid question. "
K i n - Dead - The are all deceased.

N a m e: Hunter - "Hello, hello hello, my name is Hunter and please call me by that name! My name doesn't really fit me, as I am not much of a hunter, I am more of a trouble maker."
G e n d e r: male - "I am a male. You blind?"
A g e: two and a quarter - "I am two and a quarter young."
P a c k: the doomed willow -I am a proud member of the doomed willow pack. I am a proud omega in their pack"



P e r s o n a l i t y: humours, carefree - " The others see me as an annoyance, pest whatever you want to call it. But to me... i am fun and very humorous." This little pest likes to annoy other wolves or get in there way. All he wants is a good time and that is why he has been ranked omega. He is a carefree spirit and doesn't care about what other wolves think about him and he always likes to have a good time. He wishes other wolves would see everything from his point of view, everyday can be a blast! He is quite a sneaky wolf and enjoys watching others get scared and make a fool of themselves. He likes to make others smile and laugh, he tries very hard. He enjoys cracking jokes and teasing other wolves, he finds it amusing. He is quite lazy, he does nothing to help the other wolves. He is also a pig when it comes to eating, leaving food scraps on his face and all over the floor. Sometimes he doesn't think about his actions or words, he can make a fool of himself quite easily.
H i s t o r y: alone, sad - "I grew up by myself, my parents abandoned me and my siblings when we were all very young. We had to gather food together. Hunters came, they killed my brothers and sister, leaving me alone. I have been in a few packs in my lifetime, I have got kicked out of every one for either being to annoying or disruptive to the pack. I am trying my hardest to not get kicked out of the doomed willow's pack, I just can't help my personality!"



L i k e s: Jokes, laughter, friends - "I love jokes, any joke! But hardly any wolves know any jokes. I like hearing laughter, my own and other wolves, it makes me feel cheerful. Friends are probably the most important things in my life, they are there to support you and be there for you, and I can tell them jokes without them getting annoyed. I like bugs because everyone else hates them, they are not that bad and they make good snacks!"
D i s l i k e s: strict people, being bored - "i hate strict people. Anything that with stop me from having fun. I hate being bored, it's terrible! Boredom has gotten to me quite a few times. I dislike anything pink, it is a girly colour and it hurts my eyes.!"


A p p e a r a n c e: smokey grey and charcoal, small - my pelt is a mixture of smokey grey and charcoal and my ears are a nice shade of caramel. I am a small boned wolf, so I am usually the smallest. Sometimes I like to be the smallest, I can fit into small places and sneak up on other wolves easily.
C r u s h: None - "None, it might take me awhile"
M a t e: None - "Haw haw. Not currently."

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.: (Hawkwing / Hawk) :.


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.:Full Name:.
Hawkwing
.:Nickname:.
Hawkeye / Hawk
.:Age:.
Four Years
.:Gender:.
Brute

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.: Personality :.
Hawkwing is a big wolf in a small body. Behind his gentle smile and social nature is a wolf that was scorned and forgotten in life. He thrives on the seeds of discord he strews over others and finds much contentment in watching others struggle and fight over an issue he started in the first place. He has a short temper and although he may seem harmless he is anything but. If his past has taught him anything it's that revenge is a dish best served cold and any wolf that dares anger him may think they are safe from his wrath only to find themselves in a middle of a fight a few moons later.

Unfortunately, He is also very obsessive over things and doesn't appreciate anything being out of order. He has an extensive knowledge of herbs and can often be found rooting around in the healers den organizing everything in tight little bundles. He tends to mutter to himself often and will laugh hysterically at his own jokes even when no other wolf understands them. Not to be feared though, Hawkwing also has a very loving and caring side and that is the side of him that shines through most often making it all the more frightening when he does get angry.
.:History:.
Hawkwing was the last-born in a litter of four, he was the smallest, the runt. Though he was the only one that looked like a mirror image of his Alpha father he was the least respected. Born in a litter that was the pride and joy of the Crescent Moon Pack he was an un-welcomed burden. He grew up watching as he sibling were loved and pampered. Envy and anger filled his heart turning it to stone. During the summer of Hawkwing's birth a wildfire raged through the pack's territory, claiming the lives of many of the packmemebers that scorned the young pup who's only fault was being born a little small.

As ash covered the land Hawkwing, his father and the four surviving members of the pack tried to rebuild their lives by moving to a new land. The only surviving pup of the two Alpha's ambition blazed in Hawkwing's eyes with each and every pawstep he took. His father who had treated him with ignorance in the past now put his remaining energy into making him a powerful and feared leader. His training was strict and harsh but he rose above it and became a very powerful and talented warrior. His smaller size became a benefit as it enabled him to be much faster than some of his larger packmembers.

As the seasons wore on a started to edge it's way to the third summer of Hawkwing's life he was suddenly thrust into position of Alpha upon the death of his father. Not more than a moon cycle later the worst drought that the Forest had ever experienced reached it's peak as fire ravaged the land. Causing him to search for a new home ... a new pack
.: Likes :.
Pup antics, the feel of a cool rain soaking his fur, sleeping on sun-warmed stones & swimming
.: Dislikes :.
Those that don't follow orders

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.:Wanted Rank:.
Beta Male for the Doomed Willow
.:Family:.
Nightstep - Father (Deceased)

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.:Coat Color:.
Brown and Roan
.:Eye Color:.
Emerald
.:Full Description:.
Large in size Hawk is also a bit more heavyset, though it is mostly muscle not fat.
.:Other's:.
Has a deep scar running across his left eye. Has a patch of dirty white fur covering his flank on the right side.

.: (Silentbrook / Brook) :.


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.:Full Name:.
Silentbrook
.:Nickname:.
Brook
.:Age:.
4 Years
.:Gender:.
Fae

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.: Personality :.
Silentbrook, who got her name from her long, twig-like legs, spends much of her time living in a world of what-ifs. Due to transgressions of the past she now aims to treat everywolf how she would wants to be treated. She wants nothing more than to be treated with respect and kindness so those are qualities you can always find in her.

Silentbrook tragically lost the ability to speak (and much of the fur on her tail) in a fire a few seasons ago. So above all else she is a quite wolf, making her not so much of a hit with the brutes. Though she was forced into the Omega position long ago she still longs to hunt and patrol the territory and will often be found out at night, when much of the pack in asleep, on her own private hunting patrol.

She has a special love for the antics of young pups and will happily watch over them while the rest of the pack is off attending to more important matters. If she could talk she would be able to tell the young ones wonderful stories and tall-tales, but she must be content in etching pictures into the soft earth with her claws.
.:History:.
TSilentbrook was born the only surviving pup of her mother, Springflower's, three litters. Though she was born into a pack where no wolf except the Alphas were allowed to bear pup's his mother, a mere Omega, was granted a reprieve. Legend has it that is was because she mated with the Alpha Male. Though he never said anything on the matter Springflower mother had quite a bit to say of it.

Naturally Silentbrook grew up without a firm father figure but spent much of her time admiring the Alpha. She dreamed of someday being Alpha of her own pack and trained exceptionally hard as a yearling and was well on her way to becoming a grand hunter and fighter. Throughout her training Brook learned that she had quite the talent for healing. This did not go overlooked and she was removed from Warrior training and forced to train as a medic. When Nightstep's mate bore him a litter the young Brook saw them as immediate competition and regarded all of them harshly.

When a fire raged through the packs territory many wolves were trapped in underground dens with no route of escape. Silentbrook, who was a mere two autumns old charged through the burning entrance of the Alpha den to rescue the young pups she had envied for so many moons. He grabbed the two strongest males leaving the runt of the litter, behind pleading for his help. By the time Brook reached the fresh outside air she realized that both pups where hanging limply in her jaws. She tried to call out for the help of the packs Medic but her throat burned with each word she tried to say.

As the moons passed on Silentbrook realized that she had risked his life and ability to speak for pups that never even had the chance to thank her for it. The pup he had left to die had been saved by another member of the pack and as he grew into a young wolf he took much of his anger out on Brook. By the time that young brute became Alpha of the pack, Brook had long since been demoted to Omega and even after joining a new pack that is the position she still holds.

.:Likes:.
Thunder, Lighting, Snow and Caribou Meat
.: Dislikes :.
Autumn & Rainy Days

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.:Wanted Rank:.
Omega for The Silver Obsidian
.:Given:.
.:Family:.
Springflower - Mother

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.:Coat Color:.
Roan and Beige
.:Eye Color:.
Blue
.:Full Description:.
Silentbrook is long legged and scraggly-furred. Not a pleasant sight in the slightest.
.:Other's:.
[Body littered with scars / Tail missing most of it's fur due to severe burns

[Bellum]

{ A C C E P T E D ;

[ingénue]

{ Done the male form, hope it's okay. I rushed a bit, I might add a bit more later.

[myth;]

{ Your name is;
"My name is Holly"
{ Does your name have a meaning?
"It is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Holly is "the holly tree"."
{ How do you pronounce it?
"Ho-(l)-le."
{ Do you have any nicknames?
"Afraid not, but any-wolf can call me anything, i guess.
{ How old are you?
"I am 3 years old."
{ Your pack?
"Afraid i am a loner."
{ Your rank?
"Well i am a loner."
{ Are you male or female?
"As if no-one could tell, i am a fae."
{ Your current relationship status;
"I am straight with no mate."
{ How long have you been in that relationship/been single?
"Since birth, i have never caught any-wolf's eyes."

Lupita is a three year old fae, though her unique skills and personality would say she was older. Yet she isn't. Her birth date is early september, the ninth to be exact. Yes, she is called Lupita, no matter how strange and rare it may be her mother adored it and it suited the pup. Her name is pronounced as Loo-pit-a, her mother named her that, as on her birth she was the smallest pup born and was bolder than the rest, like the famous wolf goddess Lupa. Though she has no pack, her ideal rank would be a hunter or higher, as her farther was an alpha and mother Lead Hunter. For her nickname, she has no care for what others call her and only really responses to Lupita. As said, she has no nickname, but a lot of wolves take to too far and she ends up in a fight. She's been single for her whole life and is partially happy alone.

{ Sum up your personality in a few words;
Shy; Intelligent; Rule Breaker.
{ Your likes;
Running; Adventure; Braking the rules; Fish; Swimming; Food.
{ Your dislikes;
Being seen as weak; Getting attacked; Loosing.
{ Your fears;
Being outnumbered; Getting attacked; Other wolves she sees as a threat.

Though Holly rarely shows her true personality to anyone but her mate, but she doesn't have one yet, and the higher ranking wolves. Her personality consists of being shy at first, to any-wolf; intelligent in her own ways working out quick tasks and hunting strategy; and rule braking, she almost is always braking rules and enjoys the adrenaline.
She likes running and going on adventures, as it gives her the chance to have fun and brake loose from any of her troubles. She also loves braking the rules, as said before, and is easily amused when others try to straighten her out. Her dislikes are very similar to each other. The first fear is being outnumbered and attacked when she is in a moment of weakness, as this makes her feel as if she has lost and is unworthy or her origins. This is the same for her weaknesses.

{ Your best friend is;
None, she is a lone wolf.
{ Current Crush;
None yet
{ Mate;
None, though she wouldn't mind one.
{ Enemies;
Any pack or rivals around her.

With no friends and mate, Holly has grown to the dark side of her life and lives for herself only. But she wouldn't mind having a mate, as they would always be there for her and her for him. Plus he could help hold off some troubles of her, the main trouble being everyone is her enemy.

{ Mother;
Her mother was called Nightshade
{ Father;
Her farther was called Haunter
{ Siblings;
She has never had any siblings

What happened to this fae's family was a disaster that destroyed everything. One fire, made by humans, brunt there whole territory into nothing and killed all the wolves with it. But she was lucky enough to escape the blazes deathly strokes. So now she is alone and wonders the land with only her shadow to guide her through that darkness. Though sometimes she watches the moon, hoping to see her families faces look down on her, though they never have.

{ Fur color;
Pure white.
{ Eye color;
Blue
{ Height;
60 cm
{ Weight;
50 lbs
{ Body Type;
Sleek and powerful

Holly's coat is pure white, that seem to move if you gaze at them too long, and is actually rather soft. Its very thick for a wolf, but she doesn't seem to notice. She is a very good state for her height and always seems to get enough to eat. She is very small, as she was a runt in the pack. Her body is made for running and the aerodynamic curves allows her to run faster is high winds.

Writing Example-
Minna felt the warm sun touch her pale cheek, she had been locked in her cell like room for two days and her master had only just let the light in. She was so close to her escape, but, like always, the guards had caught her and she was taken back to this 'prison cell'. Sighing she pulled her legs closer, they were freezing along worth her arms, face and body. "Stupid man." she mumbled almost silently, "Surely Mordor is better than this place." she added, but having never seen Mordor she sighed.
"Stop the yapping in there!" came a harsh frog like voice. It was her masters and it struck her that he had been listening the whole time.
Groaning she slid down the jagged wall more, 'Properly is though.' she thought sniffing, "Can i please come out? It has been two days, like you said." she begged trembling with cold. He would normally only keep her in there until he needed something, but she had gone all the way down to the bottom layer of Gondor, the farthest she had ever been from her 'home'.
"Fine! But if you wonder off again, i'll have the guards kill you!" he roared unlocking the door.
Springing up Minna flew up the stairs and out of the door, standing in the sun light and breathing in the fresh air. Looking out to the Mountains Surrounding Mordor, her eyes narrowed on Mount Doom. Like every second, it was spitting out lava from devolving the ring and the very land of Mordor. Sighing she looked down on the villages below, 'Time to go on an adventure.' she thought daringly. It would be dangerous, but she had to get away from this prison. One way or another.
Pulling her hood over her blonde hair and pointed ears, Minna made her way down to the market. Then her master would not get suspicious of her, after all, she did not feel like dying today. Keeping a small bag with her constantly, she planned to put food and water in there so she could go on her adventure. But it would be very tricky. Sighing she dodged the people and made her way down to the next floor, 'Only two more to go.' she thought to herself, her heart was in her mouth and every guard made her ump. But they were not after her. Reaching the market she sneakily snuck some apples and a carrot in her bag, along with two drinking holders. Then she made her way down a secret alleyway, to the bottom of Gondor. 'Almost there.' she thought, shaking her heart was beating so hard. Stopping at the end of the path she looked both ways before walking over to the the side, she was almost at a secret hole used in the Great War and it would lead her to the small forest by Gondor. And that was were the great black horse was, she had first met the mighty creature when she was small and had run away for the first time. It had come up to her and nuzzled her wet cheeks, her tears rolling onto it's soft snout. Shaking her head again she carried on, down the steps towards the exit. She was now 14 and had to get out of being a slave, it was killing her in almost every way. Plus she hated it. Hearing the sounds of guards above her she froze, "You go that way, you go that way. We must find the girl." one ordered, gulping Minna ran down the stairs and into the thick forests. Her heart pounding against her chest, she heard the sound of metal armor and ran faster. They were hot on her trail. "There!" one called, running out of energy and breathe she hid behind a thick over-grown tree. The men ran past her and she quivered uncontrollably. 'T-too close.' she thought holding her legs close to her thudding chest.

[ingénue]

{ Your character pictures are exactly the same as mine...

[myth;]

Yeah, i saw that before i posted. I'll try find some others if you want, but i have had this form for weeks. }}

[ingénue]

{ Oh, well.. You don't have to change them. It's okay. ^^

[myth;]

If your sure ^-^"}}