the end - literate wolf roleplay - open

[spiff]

i’m always looking for something more.
you could call it a never-ending quest.

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male ❖ three ❖ single ❖ fighter ❖ saf

Life’s too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control

If I could find a way to see this straight
I’d run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now

Cough Syrup -- Young the Giant

ｎａｍｅ;; “My name is Keegan, which means ‘fiery’. Father used to tell me I was his little fiery boy, both in looks and in personality. He would joke about how my mother was a prophet because my siblings’ names suited them so much too. There was Fey, for example. I don’t think she ever knew it, but she always looked like she was barely on this earth. Like she was otherworldly. Crevan was this tiny thing that could fit where no one else could, like the fox his name meant. Father would go on and on, and somehow the conversation would be turned to how much he adored Mother. Typical.”

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; “I was a male, last time I checked.”

ｐａｃｋ;; “Mother came from Saf. She told me it was generally a more relaxed place than Gaddar, so I kept that in mind when I joined. I grew up with only stories of the war, so I don’t harbor the deep-seated hatred of Saf wolves that others do. Laid-back and relaxed, that’s me. No, not really.”

ｒａｎｋ;; “I’m a fighter; I would practice with my older brothers and sisters when we weren’t hunting. Mother and Father did their best to keep us full, and Fey was the most dedicated huntress you would ever see, so we scraped along surprisingly well.”

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; Keegan is shameless. His attitude might come off as arrogant if he didn’t have the charisma and charm to balance it, but his striking fur and fighting skill does give him something to boast about. Always having been the passionate one in the family, his emotions are a turmoil under his skin, twisting and churning with a fervor that is infectious. He is not one to stay still for long, his gaze and interest fleeting as they rove the land in constant, never-ceasing search for something more, something even he does not know. For many, this comes as a challenge to try and make him see them with those burning, intense golden eyes, really look at them and be impressed. He never tries to be a magnet for this kind of attention -- although that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy it -- yet that very same uncaring, reckless nature is what draws wolves to him like moths to a light.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; “I grew up with five older brothers and sisters and two parents, all looking out for me. In that way, I guess you can say I was a spoiled pup. Out of all of us, I was the one who was not expected to be a phenomenal hunter, although I tried my best anyway, which is why I spent a lot of time training for fights that I believed would never come.
“When the rogues came, I pulled my siblings away before they came after us. I felt their pain just as much as they did, but I think I understood the best that if we died too, our parents’ efforts would have been for naught. I knew they would have wanted us to run, and as much as it pained me to do so, I did. It’s all a blur, that day. I remember thinking that I would join the Saf Pack over and over in my head because that was what I had always told myself what I would join if I ever had to after listening to our parents’ stories. When I stumbled into their territory, they were kind enough to take me in, and for that I am grateful. Since then, I’ve been mostly patrolling borders, talking with my new pack members, forging a new life, and wondering about the gruesome fate of my family even as I try to forget.”

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; “They were killed by those rogues, every last one of them. But there’s no use dwelling on the past, is there?”

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; “It’s strange. No one ever seems to capture my interest for long.”

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; This will be fun. :)

[chagrin]

Thank you. Accepted as well }

[spiff]

((Thanks. I can't wait to start.))

[Popcorns]

"Every man dies. Not every man really lives. "
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male-adult-single-fighter-saf-

ｎａｍｅ;; "I'm called Clayton, although most wolves shorten it to Clay. The 'ton' just seems to be too much for wolves to say after 'clay'. Not that I mind it or anything, it's just a tad silly when you think about it. To me, the name takes on a whole new meaning going from 'Clayton' to 'Clay'. It just seems less dignified."

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;;"I was born male. While my sisters tried to romp around with my brothers and I as pups, my brothers and I always took it a step farther as we wrestled until our mother pulled us apart. It was rather a fun time."

ｐａｃｋ;; "I'm a Saf wolf, born and raised. Although there was one time when I thought I'd venture off on my own when I rightfully reached adulthood. That didn't last long as you can see. I was too paranoid that I would run into the dreadful Gaddar pack. I'm not sure why they're dreadful though, this is just what I was told by my elders as a pup. Why would they lie?"

ｒａｎｋ;; "Well, I'm currently a fighter. My mother knew by the time her pups reached a few months old, that none were really alpha quality. So she pushed us to pick one of the lower ranks, did we enjoy hunting, or fighting? I was never a strong hunter, so instead I used my litter mates as practice dummies so that I could be a strong fighter."

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; "I feel a bit silly talking about myself. My mother always said I was more, uh, mature, compared to my siblings. I'm not someone that majorly cares what others think... never mind, that's a lie. I guess I'm like a lot of others, I'm concerned about what others thinks, just not majorly. It's not like I'll go way out of my way to please others so I look good in their mind, I just instead keep it in the back of my mind that people do care about what you do and that's important. Maybe that's why I'm not much of a talker. I just don't want to scare others off by saying the wrong thing. But it's not like I can't hold a conversation, I'm just not the best at it. I usually let my actions speak for me instead of words.
If there's one thing my mother taught me, that I remember, it is to not break your promises. If you do, you'll have something terrible done to you by Death himself. I rather go and help you then lie and say I can't when I said I would. It just doesn't seem right. My mother always called me a loyal dog. She always said she could count on me to get things done. Why wait until the last moment to finish a chore?"

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; "I was raised in the pack since the day I was born. I have never left our designated territory until the day I reached maturity. Although things were fine here in the Saf pack, I just couldn't help wondering what things were like outside of the environment I was raised in. I didn't tell anyone, except my brother Flynn, that I'd be leaving. He didn't seem too concerned, like he knew this was bound to happen or that he knew I would be back. My few days out in the wilderness were exciting. I spent the first day traveling to the east and away from pack territory. My mind was racing with all the new sights I was seeing, although now that I look back on it, there wasn't anything different between out there and in here. Non the less, I had a fun time running around chasing deer herds for fun, splashing across rivers and the such. By the third day, I was sick of my adventure. I was wet and miserable, plus majorly lonely. Did I want to become the crazy loner wolf that would be talked about in the next generation? No sir. So I made my way back as fast as I could. Once back home, a few people asked what it was like, but it wasn't a huge deal. It's common for some wolves to break away from their family, yearning for their own pack.
A few days after my return, my brother set out himself. Like what I did, he came and told me good bye, but unlike me, he has never returned. Perhaps he was more successful then I was. Maybe he founded his own pack, or maybe he's among the Gaddar wolves. Who knows. Hopefully I'll be able to see him again one day. As he's my only living sibling, it would be nice to talk about our pup hood and our late mother.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; "Well, my mother never really spoke of our father. Now that I think of it, no wolf stepped out of the pack to claim us as his pups. I guess I never really missed my father as I never knew him. I'm sure one of my four other siblings missed him, but they honestly didn't know what they were missing. You can't miss something if you never had it, right? It wasn't so bad being raised by my mother and her family. I honestly liked it.
Like most litter of pups, only a few survive. After our first winter, it was just my mother, my younger brother and sister. My other two sisters had passed away during a cold night. I hope they didn't go painfully. My sister that survived though, she was always clumsy, but it pained my heat to hear that she stumbled over a ridge while hunting. At least she died doing what she enjoyed.
My only remaining litter mate, Flynn, took off into the woods. Maybe he joined the Gaddar pack, or maybe he made his own. He was a frustrated little guy when he didn't get a higher rank then hunter."

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; "While I do enjoy watching females, I haven't developed a yearning for one yet. I find all the hunting females rather intresting. Yet so is my rank sister, Whisper. I'm not that great at deciding things."

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; ....

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"When you combine ignorance and leverage,
you get some pretty interesting results."
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male-adult-single-fighter-gaddar-

ｎａｍｅ;; "My name's Flynn... Oh were you expecting a back story? Oh well here, you pronounce it Flin.Do I know what it means? No, I'd say go ask my mother, but she's passed away.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; "Do you think I sound like a female? If you do, you got some issues pal. I'm sure as hell I'm not my brother Clayton, and if I wasn't mistaken, my mother only had two males in her littler of pups. "

ｐａｃｋ;; "Yes, I was born in the Saf pack. Did I stay long though? No. I stayed there until I reached adult hood, then I quickly left. I wasn't fond of things over there, they were more soft about things. I wanted somewhere that moved along at my speed. I found this in the Gaddar pack and I've never wanted to leave since the day I spotted Fernis."

ｒａｎｋ;; "My mother said none of use had alpha qualities, but that's where she was wrong. If only she could see me now, Beta brute for Fernis' pack. I didn't want to be a measly hunter or fighter, I want to matter more. And I have achieved that, I feel satisfied."

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; "How does one describe themselves? Well, if my mother was here I'd say how I'm a normal wolf, nothing special. But she's not. Honestly, I do find myself arrogant and a bit selfish as an individual. When the pack is concerned, I'm all for the community. I'd spend my whole time out in the woods until everyone's fed. Don't want the pack to grow small, do we?
Some call my ruthless and that I have no mercy. That's true when it comes to my peers, but to pups and elders I can be more tolerable. It's best to not try to annoy me because I'll snap your ears off. I'm not a complete serious wolf, but if you mock something that I care about, don't expect me to enjoy your company. I'm an outspoken wolf, if something's bothering me, I'll let you know. I won't be nice about it, but I won't be gentle about it. You can trust me that I won't back stab you, that's one low I won't sink to.
I enjoy talking with others, it's a great way to pass time. Although it may not seem like it, I'm an approachable wolf. Just don't act stupid. Think about what you say before you say it. If you do happen to act dumb, I won't hesitate to poke a little fun at you and use lots of sarcasm. It's honestly common sense. You were born with it, just use it. Save everyone else pain by not asking your dumb, questions that you obviously know the answers to."

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; "My life was normal as a pup in the Saf pack. Once my brother and I reached maturity, our mother passed away. It was a sad moment for us, neither of us talked much for a few days. While my brother continued his quite streak, I returned to my old self. Death was part of life, no need to be sad. While I tried to help my brother, he just wouldn't have it. One day he came and told me goodbye. I knew it wasn't goodbye, so I said nothing back. He was gone for a solid five sunrises. By the fifth night he loped back into camp, said nothing except some short answers to the young ones, then acted like nothing happened.
I myself was planning my own trip. I told my brother goodbye, and then I parted in the morning. I haven't seen my brother since the night he returned. I wasn't fond of anyone else enough to say goodbye. I was restless, I didn't want to stay in the Saf pack. I wanted something new, something that I didn't know. It was a few days after I reached the end of our territory that I met Fernis, the alpha of Gaddar pack. I whined and begged to join this pack of his. I promised him I'd help in any way that I could. I just didn't like being alone for so long. I have no idea how those loners and outcasts do it. I was slowly let into the pack. As an outsider, I was a low ranked wolf. I didn't keep to myself though, I struck up conversations with many of the higher ranking hunters and fighters. After a few months, I was a normal ranked hunter. I enjoyed himself while hunting for the pack, yet I earned for more. So I pushed myself and pushed myself until my pads bled one day. I'd go and scout the Saf territory, looking for any new knowledge against our neighboring pack.
It was about two years after my arrival that Fernis started giving me more responsibilities. After a succesful hunt, that I planned, I was told by the alpha that I would now regularly plan these hunts and among other activities, meaning that I was now his second in command. I remember that day, I was so excited I didn't even mock someone when they asked a dumb question."

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; "My family life was normal. My mother had five pups including myself. Two females died the first winter, the other female died by her own account. It was just my brother Clayton and I. We had fun sure, but it was nothing that other siblings didn't have. Our mother passed away two years ago, about a few months before I left. My brother Clayton is a quite fellow, one that cares too much about others. He's an odd fellow, I'll give you that. He's still my brother though, and some days, I still miss him."

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; "Well that Amari is an interesting one, isn't she? She's not afraid to talk loud, which is something I enjoy. She's unlike some of the females that I grew up with. She's rather interesting."

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; Nope, I'm looking forward to this roleplay :)

[chagrin]

Great! Accepted when done :) }

I hope we will be able to start tomorrow, if not then the day after tomorrow for certain. }

[baby dragonborn]

{{ I finished my whole form except for Amari's history. I will probably add that in later, and edit in anything I may have missed. c:

[king_bear]

-[иαмɛ]- { snowface } "I listen to the name Snowface. My great-grandfather, whom I never met in real life, was a warrior, and his name was Snowface as well. I'm honoured to be called after someone so great.
Even though my name can be easily shortened, to "Snow" or "Face", I wish to be called Snowface, and you will not be giving me any other name than that, or we won't talk. I am not willing to let anyone change my name into anything I did not approve." {snóh-fay-s}
-[αɢɛ αи∂ ɢɛи∂ɛя]- { six-and-a-half winters old, brute } "Some call me old, some call me adult. I've lived through six winters, and I'm willing to embrace more in the future. I'm not the youngest you'd ever see, and my eyes and ears tell you so, but I'm still alive, and I'm just as agile as I was in my younger years.
Do I look like a fae to you? I do not hope so. My appearances may be misleading, as I look older than I am, but I do not hope to look like a female to anyone."

-[ℓσσκƨ]- { a greyish white wolf with an amber eye } As a brute, Snowface isn't as gigantic and intimidating as any other wolf, or as an alpha. He's the main size, but he looks a little larger than average, due to a wider chest and a high-held head. This brute has a long, wooly coat that is very light grey, almost white, with a tad of sandy brown mixed through. It gets a little darker on top, and is almost white around his belly and under his chin.
Snowface's face is pretty wide, with large fluffs of fur on his cheeks and much hair in his ears. He has a long snout, with a black nose and two big, round eyes. His left eye is golden amber coloured, with small dark freckles and a dark brown edge around the iris, with a pitch black pupil in the middle, but the right side of his face is totally destroyed. There still grows hair, but four long, flesh-coloured scars with dark edges and a pink center are drawn over his eye, with a few bald places and a lot of reddish coloured fur curled up around his eye. The eye itself is pale blue, very light, and has no pupil, and he can't see with it. His left ear is still intact, but his right ear is shattered, has a lot of holes and a big part of the point has gone missing.
Snowface has got a straight back, with a high spine and muscular shoulders and hips. He has four strong legs, with big, fluffy paws and long claws, which drag him over the snow easily. His tail is long, pointy, and very furry. He has a lot of small, separate scars spread out all over his body, but the one on his face is the most impressing. Many are scared by it, pups squeal and run for their mother, and even the oldest and the wisest have to look away, sometimes, from his agonizing fate.

-[ραcκ αи∂ яαиκιиɢ]- { saf, beta brute } "I am loyal and bound to Saf, and I'm not willing to give that up anytime soon. My ranking is beta brute: it seems that they do want to have me around, apparently."
-[ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ]- { in two words; undoubtingly quiet } Snowface is, if you do not know him very well, a cold and to-the-point wolf. He is honest and loyal, but also emotionless and silent. If there is nothing to say, Snowface doesn't say anything. If he does have something to say, he will be brief and his words will never contain anything that is not serious. Many think he doesn't know what joking is; but he does, he only finds it for fools and idiots, who would rather spend their lives laughing at each other instead of doing things that actually matter.
Snowface is easily called rude, and he actually is. His words are rough and straight to the point, where they might hurt whoever they're directed at. Snowface is snappy, has his bad-mood moments and sometimes just prefers to be alone. His main goal is to protect Saf as much as he can, against both strangers and Gaddar, and of course any other threath that might appear anytime.

Most other wolves he has met on his journeys long before he came into the Saf pack have been wondering why this wolf is so quiet, and shows so little of himself. Snowface does not have any social problems, he is not afraid of the truth, he doesn't find himself too good to be around other wolves, but he just can't find a good reason to open up like a book and let everyone read him. What happened to him stays to him, as he would say.
Snowface does not believe in karma, gods or anything else that's rated b******t to him, except that he knows he lives to die, and he's not afraid of what may come, as there is nothing as permanent as death.
-[нιƨтσяʏ]- { hard times lie behind him } answer

-[яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ]- { none; and he doesn't mourn } "My father, mother and siblings have died long ago. I was only a pup by then: I can't really remember what happened. All I know is that I've taken care of myself mostly.
Are you seriously asking me if I've got a love life? Do I look like anyone would even want to be with me? No, and I'm happy to keep it like this. I'm in no need of friends or girls."
-[σтнɛя]- { ... } "Hah, like I want to tell you even more."

>> name ;; "My name is Bronnwen. My mother gave it to me, and when I was just a pup, she tried to tell me why she gave me a name with the meaning "blessed chest", but I did not understand. Now I do, and she gave it to me hoping I'd be loyal to my name, to have a strong, honest heart." {bròh-n-when}
>> nickname ;; "Most call me Bronn, and sometimes they call me Bro, but I like Bronn better."
>> age ;; "I am only three winters old."
>> gender ;; "Obviously, I am a fae. I hope I do not look like a brute; they are usually way too soft for me."

>> pack ;; "I'm in the Gaddar pack, and I do believe that it does really fit me. If I ever get the urge to go away and I try to get out of here, they'll attack me, and I fear that, even though I can have them, I can have them all."
>> ranking ;; "I am a fighter. Shedding blood is in my nature, but there hasn't been much blood to shed in the last few seasons. I'm eager to begin a war with one of those Saf-jerks."

>> appearance ;; This girl is fairly large, reaching a little higher than most other wolves do. She has an upwards-curving back, and wide shoulders and a deep ribcage, which makes her look quite intimidating. Her tail is short, only halfway, and ends in a stump. She lost it in one of her many fights.
Bronn's face is wide, with two big eyes and shattered ears. She usually has a challenging look in those eyes, that darken the hazel down and annoys most other wolves. Bronn knows little to no respect, and her eyes make that very clear.

Her fur is short, always in the summer coat, and the normal wolf-colour, light brown with darker brown and a little black on her back and around her collar of hair. She's got this little mask of light brown fur around her eyes and on her nose, which is a little lighter in the middle and a little darker around the edges.
>> scars/odd markings ;; Bronn has a few scars spread out over her body, but none of them really catches your eyes. She gained them in fights; most of them were from other youngsters that also had to learn how to fight - she defeated and killed all of them.
>> eye colour ;; hazel brown.

>> personality ;; wip
>> history ;; Bronnwen was born in a pack near Gaddar and Saf; a small pack, containing only her father, her mother and their two other pups; the twins Blodeuwedd and Prowenn. While the two of them lasted, and were the exact children Bronnwens parents had always wanted, Bronnwen hatched deep hatred against them all, because her parents never gave her any attention, and her twin siblings were so perfect, they never did anything wrong in their parents' eyes. But both her father and her mother found Bronnwen the black sheep of the family, and she couldn't do anything right in their eyes. So, when darkness fell and all were asleep, except for her brother the patroller of course, she'd sneak into the forest, hunt, fighting trees, and, when she was older and stronger, fighting loners and foxes.
And every night she came back with her fur covered in blood.

One day, when her brother was asleep and her sister was being perfect, as always, her mother gave birth to another pup; Banwenn. While her sister gave little squeals, her brother awoke by the happy sounds coming from his mother and his twin sister, her father snuggled her mother and they were all being all happy, Bronnwen sneaked away, stayed away until night fell, and killed, while they were all asleep, Banwenn. She couldn't stand the idea of another perfect sibling, another wolf who would get more attention than she did.
Her parents, who weren't as stupid as they looked, immediately understood that it were to be Bronnwen, who had murdered their little puppy-son, and, while her father's eyes burned with anger and frustration, and his mouth spoke the permanent words of being banned from their territory, Bronnwen attacked. It was the only thing she knew and the only thing she could. She attacked, killled her father in a few bites, then went after her mother. Both brother and sister, the "perfect" twins, roared and attacked Bronnwen, but skilled as she had become in all those days in the forest, she took them all down. Emptied their veins until the very last drop, Bronnwen killed her family. And that was more permanent than she'd ever imagined.
But she was free.

The small fae who'd finally grown up to full size, roamed the lands alone for a while, attacking and killing every single rogue that came too close. When she was found by the Gaddar-patrollers, she also took these down, but their skills were a little better than hers and they made her lie down on the ground, and forced her to join their pack or to die. At that point, Bronnwen hadn't had any other choice, and so she became a part of the bloodthirsty pack she's now in.

>> parents ;; Sprewenn;; father;; deceased - she killed him.
Aernwenn;; mother;; deceased - she killed her.
>> kin ;; Blodeuwedd;; older sister;; deceased - she killed her.
Prowenn;; older brother;; deceased - she killed him.
Banwenn;; younger brother;; deceased - she killed him.
>> crush ;; "Like I want to be in a relationship with those downies."
>> mate ;; "Hah. Loser."
>> pup(s) ;; "Ewww."

>> other ;; "Pfft. Now, you better run, and you better run fast, because I have the characteristic to run very fast if I'm after something."

[Malédiction]

{This is a lovely RP. Can you reserve a Female Fighter in Gaddar named Royale and a Brute Hunter in Saf named Medieval for me please?}

[|~Nevermore~|]

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"That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."
"Every rose wilts, though its thorns never dull."
"My thoughts are stars i can't quite fathom into constellations."
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

Name: L'Esprit Aimée, though it's been so long since anyone has called her that she's nearly forgotten in. She goes by Aimée.

Gender: A fae of course.

Age: About three years. Maybe more, but it matters not.

Personality: Aimée is a very quiet fae. She is serious and somber, often expressing her emotions through body language instead of her voice. When she does speak, her voice is very calm and low, soft and pleasing. She usually doesn't speak unless necessary or if she particularly likes a wolf.

Aimée's maternal instinct is very strong, as is her will to help others. That is her harmatia(fatal flaw) though, as she would willingly help a wolf that may in return help her. She has been known to aid strange or sometimes enemy wolves.

Despite her willingness to help, Aimée does not take to wolves easily, and it takes some time to gain her trust. Once earned though, her views towards the individual don't really change.

Being blind is something Aimée has been made fun of for a good deal of her life. Mocking doesn't affect her on the outside, but does give her some emotional sorrow. Of course being blind affects her hunting and other abilities, but her sense of hearing and smell have heightened.

History: Aimée was born to hunters in the pack. She was their only pup, and was quite a rambunctious one. While chasing a grasshopper one day she ran into some sort of poisonous spitting snake. After that, she spent her life wandering around blindly.

When she was eighteen months old, Aimée's parents assigned her a mate. She didn't love him, but she wasn't unhappy with him. Another year later and the couple celebrated their first son. He was the only boy in the litter. Four months later, her mate fell in love with a loner. Happy to see her mate so ecstatic, she begged him to leave with her if it would make him happy. Her mate left, and she's been a single yet content mom since.

Pelt Colour: A pure, snowy white. Her back left paw is splotched with ink black fur.

Eye Colour: Pale and icy blue white, caused by her blindness. Her eyes contain flecks of green, hinting at her natural eye colour.

Family: Atticus(not to be played in this RP yet if ever)

Pack: Saf of course, she is extremely loyal to Caleb.

Rank: Aimée's desired rank is a healer position.

Crush: Open and looking.

[chagrin]

Everyone accepted. }

Love.Me.Not yes of course }