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[king_bear]

{ meep, thanks. I'm so itchy to start xP }

[apathy,]

{ ... m'sorry love, i haven't had time to complete my forms...
i'll start working on them soon.

[Popcorns]

{ I've finished my two forms. Excited to start c: }

[Malédiction]

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep.



Female ☼ 3 Years ☼ Single ☼ Female Fighter ☼ Gaddar



We rarely get visitors out here.
Anyone who sets foot in Gaddar
Territory is usually either taken prisoner,
or killed on a spot. No exceptions.
So, what brings you here? You're
lucky I didn't kill you yet.

ｎａｍｅ;; My name, as unusual as it gets, is Royale. It is not pronunced in an English manner. Instead of being pronounced 'Roe-Y-Al', it is 'Roe-Ya-Le'. I am of a French origin, but I am also the only member of my family with a French name. Personally, I don't really have an opinion on my name. You get used to being called it, what else are you supposed to do?

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; It is quite odd, that some cannot differentiate a male from a female. Is it that hard? But, since you ask, I am a female. Fae, as most seem to like to shorten things. In my opinion, it isn't that hard to say 'Female'. 'Fae' sounds like this sort of faerie or something.

ｐａｃｋ;; I, for one, think that it'd be much safer if I was in the Saf Pack. Sadly, that is not the case. This young fae, okay maybe I do say fae, but I am in the Gaddar Pack. I wasn't always in that Pack, though. I was born in a Pack called Thorns of the Roses, where my father and mother were both Alphas. Seeing I hadn't been 'Alpha Worthy', their words, not mine, I could either live there as the outcast, or leave. I decided the latter and joined this Pack, unaware of the violence they administrate towards their Packmates. All to say, if I could, I'd join the Saf Pack instead.

ｒａｎｋ;; I am a skilled Fighter in the Gaddar Pack. Being the only Female Fighter so far, I'd have to say I'm the best in the Pack. I am only comparing myself to the females though. The Alpha is a much more skilled Fighter, but last time I checked he was a brute. It didn't take long for me to earn my rank. I got in a border skirmish with one of their wolves, only because I happened to 'accidentally' cross into their territory. I had beat their wolf, and I joined as a Fighter ever since then.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; I don't exactly, how do I say this? I am not exactly like the other Gaddar wolves. I don't fit in with my Packmates. For one, I am completely against fighting for ranks. Yes, you should earn them, but there is no need to spill blood over them. Okay, maybe I am not exactly against fighting for Alpha, but everything else, let the Alpha decide. There is no need to be abusive towards the wolves you have to live with every day. Violent behaviour isn't my forte, and I find it really hard to ever get angry at anyone. Lucky for me, I tend to stay out of the way of everyone, so they cannot see how much I do not belong. I am a very quiet wolf indeed, mostly because of my past and because I am afraid that I might let something slip. I rarely interact with anyone,, hoping not to show any acts of kindness to any of my Packmates. Isn't the Gaddar supposed to be a hostile, unfriendly Pack? At least, that was what I have been told before joining. After awhile you realize they aren't that bad, but don't underestimate my Packmates. We may not look it, but we are capable of anything.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; 6 months. It was the first 6 months of my life that I would sit nearby and watch all the adults hunting and fighting. I listened attentively to anything the Elders said, stories or advice. When you think about it, that is what every single pup does, isn't it? Well, being the only pup in the whole Pack, I had to do something. I was born from the Alphas Crimson and Dawn, leaders of the Thorns of the Roses. Being a single pup, little did I know I had an older brother that my parents had exiled before I was born. At the beginning, I didn't understand the meaning of life. Why were we here if we were just going to die anyways? What was the point of living? That's when I started listening to the Elders' stories, and, being the rebel pup I was, I would sneak out of camp to watch the Hunters hunt, and the Fighters fight. I was amazed by how beautiful it all was, awed by the beauty of living. Unfortunately, I was caught the day I was trying to hunt down a rabbit, and I was forced to stay in camp under the Pup-Sitter's supervision. Speak about boring. When the day finally came that I would be able to train, my father had passed away overnight, leaving my mother grief-stricken, and me confused. Where did we go after death? That was one of the multiple questions I tended to ask myself at the time. My ceremony had then been postponed until further notice, so I was once again stuck in camp.

After awhile listening to the Elders got boring. I was getting do impatient that I snapped at them to shut up, giving me yet another punishment. Can't a fae express her thoughts? A couple more days, and I was so ticked off that I actually attacked the Pup-Sitter watching me. She had barely had time to yelp when I dug my claws into her side, and then shooting away before she could grab me and escaping from camp. I stayed well away from my Pack for days, teaching myself to hunt somehow and sleeping in this hollowed out cave just outside the border. On my 1st birthday, someone eventually found me and dragged me back to camp, and I mean literally dragged me. My mother had been worried sick, losing her mate and then her pup. I hadn't thought of that and I felt very bad after she finished scolding me. Whatever. A year later, our camp was invaded by humans, shooting their fire sticks at us and my Packmates fell one after the other. I watched helplessly, escaping before any harm could be done to me. I felt horrible for leaving my mother behind, but I had no choice. After I ran for days, I met this friendly Loner, Soul had been his name, who helped me.

I fell for that brute, unaware of the manipulative tone he always used when he talked to me. He kept leading me on, until he finally decided to break my heart and leave, saying he never actually liked me in the first place. I was heart-broken, but I knew I had to move on. I kept on going, walking through blizzards and burning hot summers until I stepped foot into Gaddar Territory and I was instantly attacked from the side. My instincts kicked in and I eventually beat the Gaddar wolf, the foul taste of blood in my mouth. The wolf then lead me to see his Alpha, and I now I am a part of this somewhat wonderful Pack.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; My mother and father had been the Alphas of my older Pack. My mother was named Dawn, and she unfortunately died when the humans came to our camp. My father, on the contrary, died in his sleep. No one knows how, we all just woke up one morning to find Crimson dead. Although I do not know about it, I have a brother in the Saf Pack called Medieval. I never knew he existed, and I wonder if I will ever know.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; Before I joined the Pack, I had liked a Loner named Soul. After what happened, I do not think I will ever be able to love in that way ever again. There are a bunch of wonderful brutes out there, but none are for me.

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; We're finished? Good. Now leave before someone kills both of us.

{I'll make Medieval later. Can't wait to start!}

[chagrin]

rire . it's perfectly fine. I understand that most of you are probably busy this time of the year, and the ones that aren't really caught up in the holiday festivities are surely busy with their finals, like myself :3 }

Everyone is accepted, I'm getting really excited about this roleplay. Can't wait to start ^^ }

[|~Nevermore~|]

[[I am simply oozing with excitement. This RP will be divine]]

[chagrin]

I'm just happy I didn't have to turn anyone down. }
Anyways, I'll be closing the poll as it seems as it was decided that the ranks stayed the way they are. }

[Cakewalk]

{The Basics}
Name:[Lamia. You pronounce it Lahm-yuh. It's an unusual thing and sounds foreign on strangers' tongues. Her mother picked the worst names she could for her and her siblings. Lamia means a demon who abducts and murders children. She's had it for so long, it's hard for her to go by something else. You could nickname her, if you like, though don't plan for her to keep it in her mind long enough to respond to it.]
Nickname{s}:[It's just Lamia.]
Gender:[Female]
Age:[She's five years old - getting on in years perhaps and definitely not as spry as she once was.]
Rank:[Lamia is a fighter, if you could call what she does fighting. She's the lowest of the low in the pack and often can do little help to anyone.]
Rank Wanted:[Moving up in the pack holds no interest for this wolf. She knew she's a weak asset and that she'll never be strong enough to hold a higher rank. To her, it's a miracle she's found a pack.]
Pack:[Saf]
{Some More About Me}
Description:[ Lamia has a very ragged appearance. She's bigger than the average female gray wolf, but her legs are long and skinny, and her body looks larger because of the fluff. She never grooms, so her fur is always messy and often covered with fleas. Her body is riddled with scars from the various fights she's been in, making her look tough, as well as crazy. The most noticeable scar is the one across her right eye. She has a long, fluffy tail that lightens to its tip. Her left eye is a bright blue, while her right is no longer in her face.]
Personality:[ Lamia’s personality was severely affected by the disease she caught. Before, she was a determined wolf with a stubborn streak, though she held a deep sadness from everything that had happened with her family. She was more mature than a yearling should have been and far happier than a wolf who had gone through what she had. She buried her emotions.

Now, however, that happiness is gone. What is left of Lamia is a hollow shell. Her emotions are still hidden deep inside of her, but she no longer has the ability to pull many of them up. Happiness is a struggle for her, though depression and anger come easily enough. The strong emotions tend to break through the façade she’s worn over her years. There may be some determination in the wolf, as she does what she wants to and helps the pack when she can, but most of the time, her good eye looks lost.

Lamia sometimes forgets where she is or what she’s doing. Her short term memory was drastically reduced, and she must repeat what she wants to get done if something is commanded of her, but she can forget even that. Sometimes, she can be found wandering through the territory, vacant, not having a clue what she was supposed to be doing. Memories of the past feel like yesterday to her, and she is constantly living out what happened between her and her mother, which gives her an almost hopeless look.

The female is usually found talking to herself when alone, though to her, she isn’t alone. Her mind causes her to see ghosts of family and strangers, whom she can talk to. Talking to her mother puts her in a bad mood, as she criticizes Lamia and pushes guilt onto her shoulders for what happened. Her siblings put her in a better mood, and when she sees them, she’s more likely to remember what you want her to do. In her right mind, Lamia is a hard worker. She loves her pack and easily keeps track of the wolves in the pack. She’s an amazing listener, but not a great talker. Her hunting and fighting skills are only so-so, and perhaps the only reason she’s still in the pack is her sense of smell. Her smelling ability is far above the average canine. Unfortunately, this is balanced out with her vision. While one eye is gone, the other sees the world in a blurry state, able to make out shapes and colors more than detail. Looking at someone from far away is the only way she can tell who it is that’s approaching. Their voice and smell is a good hint when they’re close.

Usually, she’s a friendly wolf who treats every wolf in the pack like a friend. She would fight for any one of them and believes she loves all of them (though her feelings are not reliable anymore). On bad days, she’ll snap at those she called friends the day before, but will remember nothing of it the next day. If confronted, she will apologize and agree that she did something wrong, as she’s aware (somewhat) of her condition. Try to talk her out of the ghosts, and you’ll face the stubborn wolf of her past.]
History:[ Lamia was the first of six puppies to arrive to her mother and father, and she was the largest and healthiest of them. After her came two boys, Claud, the smallest of the pups who died right after birth because of his twisted legs, and Ablendan. Next came the other three girls, Desdemona, Dallan, and Tamal. Not wanting to have had any puppies, their mother, Shirin, named them with the worst names she could think of (each mean something negative). Their father, however, was not so unforgiving. He immediately began protecting the puppies from their own mother, talking her into nursing them and keeping them warm, but this is all she would do.

Tarren tried and tried to get his mate to love their new additions, but she couldn’t. A few months into their life, Shirin grew tired of the incessant bickering from her mate and killed him before he knew what was happening, leaving the five puppies alone with their mother. Lamia strived to get her mother to notice her, being so young and vulnerable, so she worked to teach herself what she needed to know. Hunting and fighting came slowly, but as she grew bigger, she began to learn life skills, and she taught them to her siblings as they came to her. But Shirin never took notice of her pups, never showing affection or even care.

The five celebrated their first birthday in silence, realizing that they had become strong enough to leave their apathetic mother. Carefully, they began to sneak away, knowing that Shirin could grow angry in a split second. All but Lamia began to leave. Shirin woke to find her daughter alone in the dark, and she rushed after her kin, tracking them down by their scent with a worried Lamia galloping along behind her. She came to them and lunged toward the first, killing Ablendan before he could turn around. Lamia pleaded as her mother leapt toward Dallan and began to fight when she was making her way for Desdemona. Soon, only she and Tamal stood strong. Lamia took a chance and leapt at her mother’s throat while Tamal had her by the tail, and she struck firmly, sinking her teeth in and ending the life before Shirin could escape.

Both she and her sister were wounded, but they picked themselves up and fled the scene, not liking the feel of their mother’s dead eyes staring at them. Tamal dropped before Lamia, passing out from exhaustion. The little female watched helplessly as her sister bled into the grass. She watched until she herself hit the ground, eyes rolling back into her skull. When she came to, Tamal was dead on the ground, and Lamia was left with a riddled pelt, one eye, and a broken heart.

Not knowing where to go or who to find, she began to tumble her way through the forest, not observant enough to catch food or warn away predators. A few weeks later, she stumbled into the pack accidentally. The wolves began to care for her, dressing her wounds and offering her food, which she accepted thankfully. Painful memories filled her mind, but she slowly recovered.

Soon, a disease rushed through the female. It ravaged her body, taking all the strength out of her, and for days, it looked like she would slip away at any moment. It passed, slowly but surely, and she woke to a strangeness in her mind. Memories no longer resided with her, her thoughts were hard to gather, and she began to see apparitions which became her mother, her siblings, and other wolves who were strangers to her – ghosts, or, what her mind perceived as ghosts. Her thoughts never recovered, and she continues to live out her life with the Pack.]

{Wants, Fears, and the Like}

Likes:[Lamia enjoys the company of other wolves.]
Fears:[The wolf is afraid she’ll one day go completely blind and will be thrown out of the pack, left to wander the forests with her nose and ears.]
Goals for the Future:[Lamia has no goals for the future.]
{Love & Family}
Kin:[Her family is all deceased.]
Crush:[None]
Mate:[None]
Pups:[None]
{Other}
Lamia is very dependent on others and doesn't appreciate that fact. She can hunt small game and fight small wolves, but she's not skilled at either.

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{The Basics}
Name:[Keiler]
Name Meaning:[Clumsy]
Gender:[Male]
Age:[One and a Half Years Old]
Pack:[Gaddar]
Rank:[Healer]
Rank Wanted:[Keiler doesn't care about his rank. He's just happy to be in the pack.]

{Some More About Me}
Description:[Keiler is small, to say the least. Having been born so early, the tips of his ears barely come up to the average male's shoulders. His paws are half the size, and he weighs much less, though the male does contain quite a bit of muscle under his unruly fur. And yes, Keiler's fur is quite messy, but not for lack of trying to keep up with it. He's just a whirlwind of action and so is often left disorderly. The pelt across his body ranges from light shades of gray and brown to what appears black at the tips of the fur down his pack. Those tan ears of his are almost always up and his tail wagging, unless, of course, he's gotten himself into trouble. Keiler's body, so far, is free of scars, as he's young and has not had a run in with anything too terrible.]

Personality:[Stemming from his young age, Keiler has yet to fully mature from that state of puppy beliefs and fascinations. He is still full of energy and loves to play with anything and everything, which has gotten him into trouble before. He could go on running for miles, if you would let him. He's loud and rambunctious and has yet to settle down enough to figure out the skills necessary to stalk anything. He always gives himself away, either from his huge feet that seem to step on all the wrong things or his yappy barking that he sometimes can't control in times of great excitement. Keiler is still good and heart and trusts every wolf he meets, immediately considering them a friend, even if they hate his guts. He's oblivious to what others think about him and so can still be completely himself, enjoying the moment rather than worrying about the future or the past.

Keiler still has that view of the world where he considers each and every new thing he encounters to be extraordinary. He'll go out of his way to discover something unusual, which can also bring him harm, as there are some new things that you should steer clear of. However, his curiosity is unmatched, and the young male is full of questions to ask. From this, he's slowly collecting knowledge and adding it

to his vast stores in his brain. From his mother, he learned all of the plants and herbs that can help or hurt wolves and the negatives that can come with the positives. From his father, he learned how to identify and maneuver passed human traps and how to follow prey, even on the littlest smell. That, of course, was before they perished. Now Keiler is left to question the wolves he has befriended about the world.

Keiler is headstrong in his beliefs - not allowing older, 'grouchy' wolves tell him that he's wrong for being energetic or how his view on the world is too bright. He's an optimist. He sees the good side of everyone, whether or not others believe the wolf has a good side or not. He's very appreciative of others and is constantly thanking everyone for everything they have done for him. After all, while he's still learning and is not yet a strong asset, they have been taking care of him. And for this, he is extremely grateful. He tries his best to stay out of the way, and when he does something wrong, he immediately apologizes, putty that puppy gaze on and tucking his tail under his belly so it makes it nearly impossible to throw any blame on his shoulders. Fortunately, Keiler knows when the time for play has departed and can grow serious if he knows the situation calls for seriousness. In battle, Keiler is brave, jumping into fights with bigger, more capable wolves, wanting to prove that he can protect his new family.

Every once in a while, you'll find Keiler sitting perfectly still, his gaze completely drained of life while depression takes over. During these times, it's nearly impossible to get him up and moving or even to get him to talk back to you. These are the moments Keiler lets his mind move back to his past and how he let his family down.]

History:[Keiler was born a full two weeks early. He was not the runt, but the biggest and strongest of his siblings, and the only puppy from his litter to survive. His parents immediately fell in love with him and did everything in their power to ensure his survival. Keiler grew up with very strict parents because they didn't want anything to happen to him. He was not allowed to explore the world or go off on his own or join the pack in hunting trips when he was old enough. He had a mentor at all times that kept watch of him, not allowing anything to touch his pretty hide. His mother and father began to teach him what was right and wrong - letting him know what it meant to be a gentleman and what it took to be a real wolf. His love of learning allowed him to soak in this new information, and he excelled with the little that they allowed him to do.

One evening, word came to the pack of a sighting of rogues that was moving toward their land. Though Keiler begged his parents to allow him to come, they shook their heads and went off without him, leaving him in the care of the pupsitter. When the rogues broke through the pack and raced into their land, the pupsitter commanded Keiler to run. Being the obedient wolf that he was, the yearling took off and ran until he was too exhausted to run any further. Once the sun had risen, he trekked back into what used to be his home and found his family dead, their bodies torn into and left for the flies. Keiler mourned for several months before getting up the courage to move on.

]

{Wants, Fears, and the Like}
Likes:[Playing. There is nothing the male is more fond of than a rousing play fight or game of tag.]
Dislikes:[He is not fond of getting told he's doing something wrong.]
Fears:[Keiler is deathly afraid that he will once again let down his pack and watch as they perish, as his previous pack did.]
Goals for the Future:[Keiler plans to grow up a little more.]

{Love & Family}
Kin:[None]
Crush:[None]
Mate:[None]
Pups:[None]

[chagrin]

Accepted. :) Lamia is heard pretty often where I live, people usually use it to scare children into being good. :3 I wasn't an exception... }

[Cakewalk]

{That's very interesting. Haha. Well, at least this Lamia isn't one that lives up to her name. }