the end - literate wolf roleplay - open

[|~Nevermore~|]

[[Happy New Year's day guys!]]

[apathy,]

{ erh, i'm going to have quit because i don't have enough time for this rp...sorry...

[king_bear]

{ bump...? }

[chagrin]

happy new year guys ^-^ }
i'm sorry i haven't posted i have been really busy and i haven't slept at all last night, i'll try and reply now :3 }

[king_bear]

{ that's okay c: I've been away for a few days, so I haven't had much time to post either... but I'm back now c;
happy new year to you too! }

[crypticamo]

[same. Dx I'm still sorta busy, but I'll try and post ASAP.]

[wishes.]

W I P, new character.

this fog you can see around me? its been following me all my life.

g h o s t
__________

f a e
__________

s i x y e a r s
__________

e x t r a
__________

d a r k e n e d
__________


"you're definitely going to regret this."

name;;

its ghost town. now i have a question for you:
do you actually care?
ghost town was rightly named by her mother
because she never spokewhen she was young.
while the other pups of the litter were bouncy and
talkative, ghost stayed in the background, disappearing
from the family like a mist. she was never played with,
never talked to, never truly loved, not even by her own
family. she became like a ghost, fading away from life,
haunting those from her past.
gender;; if your too stupid to see that for yourself, then
i won't bother answering.
ghost is very much a female. her body, lithe, lengthy,
little muscle, would not accurately match that of a male wolfs'.

age;;

how rude for you to be asking; nobody with manners would
ever ask such a question without at least an 'excuse me'.
ghost has passed her prime at a good age of six years old,
in human years. she may not be a young, carefree fae with
endless amounts of energy, but she certainly isn't an old bat,
nor does she sit around all day. at her age, she would simply
be considered as an 'older adult'.
rank;; my rank? well, i am a..., thank you for asking.
ghosts' rank as a __ is well-suited to her, and she takes her role very seriously. ghost has had this rank for most of her life, and isn't
about to change that, as she quite enjoys being a __, and prefers it
over mostof the other pack ranks, although she has had dreams of
being the alpha fae.

"they say not to judge a book by its cover, but the pages of my book are filled with lies."

basic personality;;

so you want to know more? come closer, i certainly don't bite...
to describe ghosts' personality is like telling the snowstorm to stop while you go outside while you go to the dairy; pointless.
she is a difficult wolf to explain, as there are many faces to her. but the face most usually seen on her
is a dark one, covered in the shadows of her pain.
the first attribute ghost has is her anger. she is like a bomb, ticking all through the day, and if somebody asks her something, or even goes near her, she could easily blow, which is why most wolves avoid her, to avoid her outbirsts. only the calmest, bravest of wolves can have proper conversations with the fae.
because nobody speaks to her, she has no reason to speak herself, she she is considered 'quiet'. she makes no sound, except for maybe a few sighs, or moans, much like the ghost she was named after. whenever she does talk, her voice is filled with hatred and poisoned with rage, and is usually to snap at someone, argue, or yell, which is the only time you will ever hear her, and trust me - you will hear her.
ghost has many masks, and can easily hide any emotion she is feeling with her masks. she considers them as her 'poker faces', and, surprisingly, nobody suspects anything. she can have a content look on her face as she breaths in the fresh air, but really, on the inside, she could be boiling with rage.
this fae can also be filled with envy, envy toward others in her pack, usually because they have it all; a great life, great friends, and she has nothing, no one. it all started with her past... but that will be explained later.

basic history;;

don't you DARE bring up that part of my life. i mean it. i will kill you.
ghosts life started when a snowy white fae, with a dove-grey brute standing over her, gave birth to four pups on a crisp winter morning. two pups, the young brutes, were a rock grey colour, with white speckles across their thick, furry pelts. the other two were snow white, just like their mother. both were faes, and one of them was ghost.
in the middle of winter, it is difficult to find food for a pair of wolves to live on, let alone a mother and her four pups. life was difficult for the family back then, and the runt, the small white fae, did not survive to see the start of spring. the mother, who went by the name of cloud, was devastated at the loss of her beloved pup. she had already had bad luck with pups, and that white fae was the last straw. every time she saw ghost she saw the little runt, and was constantly reminded of her failiure. she eventually ignored ghost to the point of full neglect; the poor little fae could not even go near her mother, let alone feed from her or be cleaned by her, or be taught how to do things. following their mothers' lead, ghosts' two brothers (bolder and flint) ignored her too, and so did her father. ghost managed to get some milk from her mother, but everything else was up to her to find out. she had to teach herself how to swipe her tongue over her dirtied coat, how to use her snowy white coat to her advantage in winter... but she never left her family; she used them to find out how to do more advanced things. she'd watch, from a distance, and then try it out herself. she still relied on her parents to catch food, and once the family had finished their meal ghost would sneak in and pick the meat off of the bones. whatever was left on the carcass, she would scavenge like a vulture, like an omega.
and that was her life, living on the outside, abandoned by her own blood, her own family. the fae learned to just not speak; there even came a point where she didn't know how to. she opened her mouth, and nothing came out. the fae was afraid. she desperately tried to scream, but she had no clue how. she couldn't ask for help, let alone get an answer from her family. at this time, she was two years old, where most wolves her age would be looking for a real pack, not just kin. but ghost couldn't; she didn't have enough experience. but when her two brothers left, she knew she would have to aswell. she had expected to leave on her own terms, just get up, and walk off, but it didn't quite work that way...
as soon as bolder and flint were out of her sight, cloud spun around to stare ghost right in the eye. her look was cold, and ghost couldn't look away. her mother let out a blood-curtling growl, inching closer to her child. she looked ready to pounce, ready to claw her ears off. ghost slowly steped backwards, her tail settling in its rightful place between her legs. she backed up, until she backed into a tree, giving her a fright, so she jumped foward. but cloud jumped foward too. she leaped at ghost, knocking her to the snowy ground and pinning her there. she said five words, the only words she had ever spoken to her daughter since the death of the runt pup.
"get out of my sight."
the fae stepped off of ghost, snarling. ghost quickly scrambled to her feet, and scampered off, into the unknown woods.
she had no clue where she was going, she just ran, and ran, and ran, until her legs could not carry her any more. the white wolf collapsed beside a fallen pine tree, her slick sides heaving with exhaustion. she slept and slept, having nightmares about her mother and her blood-curtling growl, the way she knocked her to the ground, and sent her running... although in this nightmare, her mother followed her, everywhere she went. no matter how far she ran, her mothers cry would echo in her ears. "get out of my sight. get out of my sight..." she ran and ran, but could never escape her mother.
the fae woke with a startle, her mind racing with images of her mother standing over her... she desperately tried to shake them out, like they were simply an annoying fly.

[size=110][color=#808080]"my outside may be as white as snow, but inside, it's a whole lot darker."