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}{ Joining . This might take a moment, I've got to edit the histories to fit this roleplay. They are under construction. Sorry it is taking a bit, these two are fairly new characters and fairly new forms. I'm still trying to sort them out. }
. This might take a moment, I've got to edit the histories to fit this roleplay. They are under construction. Sorry it is taking a bit, these two are fairly new characters and fairly new forms. I'm still trying to sort them out. }
Name;
Leto."My father named me Leto after his brother, who he had lost to illness just a few days before my arrival. I'm not sure what it means, if anything, or where it comes from, but I am proud to be named after my fathers' sibling and closest friend. I'd prefer it if you didn't come up with a nickname for me. Leto is short enough and it's my name, it doesn't need to be changed."
Gender;
Male"I must have made it difficult for you to tell. I am a male, at least I believe I am. Unless I have my anatomy mixed up then yes, I am definitely a male."
Age;
Four and a half years young."It's been a while since I was asked to think about my age. I'm glad I can still remember, though it doesn't mean much to me. It's just a number that states how long I have been walking this planet, what does it matter?"
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Personality;
Quiet, thoughtful, wise, kind, brave."Now you ask me to describe myself? What will be next, I wonder. Fine. I am quiet for one, very much so. No not shy, just quiet. I tend to keep out of conversations and speak little when I am drawn into them. I won't lie, though, when I am angered by one's words I will argue as I see fit. I suppose you could say I am thoughtful, as well. I always carefully mull over every possible response before I pick the right one. Well not necessarily the 'right one' - more like the one that corresponds with my emotions at that given time. Intelligent? More so than others I've had the displeasure of knowing. I have the wit to know when enough if enough, when to walk away and when to back down. I know right from wrong, when to stay silent and when to speak up. I know to watch my back and to place my trust carefully. Simple things that many wolves I have met do not understand, which keep me out of trouble. I can be kind. If I want to. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an all-out silent, brooding type. I can be fun and adventurous, kind and gentle. I can even come up with a few good on-the-spot jokes, I have just yet to meet any wolf who I like enough to put the effort into being joyful for."
History;
Average"Nothing special, really. Sorry I don't have some heart-jerking sob story prepared for you, but I'd prefer to tell it as it happened. I was born into a small pack. It was really only my family three other wolves, and the alpha. My parents were Zervan - a black wolf with brown eyes. He was a big softie when it came to his pack. - and Piuma, a light brown timber wolf with amber eyes. I never knew her that well, though. I spent most of my time with Father. Mother and my sisters, Missy and Aella, normally kept away from us. I'm not sure why, maybe because they thought we weren't much fun. We weren't, really. Me and Father would just sit on the side of camp and muse about the most random things, or watch the camp mill about around us. We were the only two that preferred to keep quiet and to ourselves, rather than play and converse with the pack, so we went well together. I had a normal upbringing, nothing drastic happened. The first big event in my life happened when I was about one, one and a half years old. My sisters had been playing in the creek and Aella slipped, getting caught at the bottom and breaking her neck. It was a sad time, but I was thankful that she at least didn't feel much pain when it happened. She could have had far worse deaths. I was about three years old when I finally left my birth pack. Me and Missy went together, and it had sure been a long time coming. I was ready to get out of that same old stretch of woodland, that same dull camp, and that same boring routine. Each day it was the same sights, smells, and actions. I was done, and so was Missy. We traveled together for a while, until not long ago we came across out new pack. It's been okay, even nice in this new place so far. Hopefully it will be more exciting than our old pack. There now you know my whole exciting adventure of a life. Happy?"
Strengths;
Planning, battle, and speed."I don't mean to sound conceited or anything, but I am best at fighting. Strength in battle comes naturally to me, as does tactics. I can last for a fair time, though I admit my stamina is... Somewhat lacking."
Weaknesses;
Stamina, pride, and Missy."So, I admit it. I have a soft spot for my sister Missy, and will protect her at all costs. I also hate asking for help. My father never needed help, he could always get everything done on his own, and I am determined to be a great wolf like him."
Likes;
Water, Night-time walks, quiet, pups, musing."First things first... I admit I have a soft spot for pups. Okay? There you go, Mr. Silent-and-Emotionless loves pups. Lets see... I love water, and taking a stroll through the forest. The quiet, I love the quiet so I can just sit and listen to the world around me."
Dislikes;
Being bossed about, annoying wolves, and loud noises."I don't really take kindly to being ordered about. Asked to do something, sure, no problem. But being bossed about is a big no-no. I don't like annoying wolves. Or annoying anythings for that matter, for they are simply annoying. Unless it's bugs we are talking about, then it's repulsive and obnoxious. Where was I? Oh, I hate loud noises. Howls and battle growls are as far as I can go. Maybe I have sensitive ears, I don't know."
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Romantic Interest;
None."I have hardly met a wolf I would like to entertain a friendly relationship with, let alone get romantically involved with."
Partner;
None."Did we not just go over this? No, I have no partner. Or 'mate' as it is called now I suppose. My old pack never liked that word."
Offspring;
None."No, I have no young. Though I do have a soft spot for them, so perhaps one day."
Other Kin;
Zevran, Piuma, Justice, Leto, Missy, Aella."My parents were Zevran and Piuma. They were not very old when I left the pack, so I believe they are still alive. Aella is my dead sister, and Missy my remaining live sister. Justice was my fathers sister, and the alpha of my birth pack. Leto was my fathers brother, and my namesake, who died fighting to protect his pack. If I have any more family I do not know them."
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Other;
None."I'm not exciting to begin with, and after that you think there might be more? What else could you hope to know about lil' old me?"
Name;
Missy."My mother named me Missy because when I was younger I would get into all sorts of trouble. She had taken to yelling 'Get back here little Missy!' and things of the like whenever I stirred up trouble, so after a couple of days that just became my name. Originally she had planned to name me Story, but I like Missy better."
Gender;
Fae."I am a fae. At least that is what I have been led to believe."
Age;
Four and a half years young."Ugh, I know. Old, right? Haha! I'll be a grandmother soon enough!"
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Personality;
Kind, playful, light-hearted, active, cautious, honest."Sigh. I hate talking about me. It makes me feel self-centered. But if you must know, alright. I am kind for one. Is kind the right word? Sweet? I don't know, you get the gist anyway. I'm nice, unlike Mr. Grumpy, my brother Leto, who is only nice when he feels like it. Which is rare. Really rare. Anyway... I'm playful, I always have been. What can I say? I hate sitting around and putting myself in a sober mood when there are wolves to be at least conversed with. I hate it when others are sad or in a bad mood, and because of this I will always do my best to raise the energy of those around me. If a pack mate if feeling down, I will do whatever it takes to help. Be it sit silently and offer comfort or company, or lend an ear to a wolf who needs to rant or spill their mind, so be it. Anything, and I mean anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a stupid hot-headed fae who can't tell left from right just because I'm a bit lighter in mood than many. I grew up with Leto, lest you forget. I know how to make witty comments and make wise decisions, and I know when to be cautious. The one thing Leto says with haunt me in the future is my complete honesty. I'd never tell a lie, be it about the way I feel or something far bigger. Of course he says I'm stupid for being too open with my feelings as well. Secrets are a different story though, I'm good a keeping those, don't you worry."
History;
Average."I'm sorry, what? You want a heart-wrenching story that will bring you to the verge of tears? Then your in the wrong place, sorry. I only have one moment in my past that affected me greatly, maybe two. Besides, I'm sure Little Leto has told you everything already. Please don't tell him I called him that, he'll have my throat. Anyway... Okay, blah blah blah long story short I was born into a small pack. My mother was Piuma, my father Zevran. I didn't ever know father very well, I spent most of my time as a pup playing with Aella, my sister. Mother always tried to get us to interact with the boys in the family, but we rarely did. Nothing unusual happened when I was a pup, until out little trio was just about a year and a half old. Me and Aella were playing in the creek outside camp while Leto sat on the bank and watched us. Aella slipped on the stones and fell, breaking her neck on the bottom. Don't tell Leto, but I'll let you in on a little sneak-peek of what my brother is really like. The second Aella went under the surface of that creek, Leto was in the water. You wouldn't believe how hard he fought through that water to get to her, even though we both knew he was too late. He found her at the bottom and pulled her out onto the bank, refusing to let me help him. He sat beside her for so long, nudging her and begging her breathe and begging to trade places with his little sister. I would have even expected it from him, and I have known him my whole life. He carried her back to camp silently, sat beside her all night before he would allow her to be buried. Even then he carried her out of camp, dug a hole beside the creek, and buried her by himself while the rest of the pack looked on. If another wolf tried to help he would growl and send them away.He would sit beside her grave every morning for a certain amount of time, and often times would sleep out there beside it. After she died he took an interest in me. He protected me and sat with me and followed me everywhere. He did everything I asked of his and was always there, no matter what. I was glad to finally have a brother who cared so much about me. Fine, fine. I know. I'm talking Leto and not me. Well at first I shocked, during all of this. Then I just slid into a lapse of depression, acting even worse than Leto had before Aella's death. His company was all that kept me sane for a while, and all that brought me back to being my normal self. When he said he needed to get out of there, away from that pack and creek and forest, I agreed to go with him. I would never leave him, knowing what a big softie he really is. I could never do that to him, and to be honest I'd miss him too. So here we are. You're welcome, for that little clip on Leto's true emotions."
Strengths;
Stamina, hunting, and tracking."I'm like my brothers other half when it comes to strengths. What he excels at, I do not. But what he sucks at I excel at! Haha! Sorry, anyway. I have great stamina, and have been known to be very good at tracking. Be it prey, predators, or other wolves, I can find it. Probably. Hunting, of course. I used to have to catch all of me and Leto's meals."
Weaknesses;
Speed, energy, and Leto."So, speed. Yeah I'm not really fast at all. Fast enough to catch prey, and fast enough to get out of the way when being attacked, well, sometimes, yes. But count on me to be a runner and you may be waiting. Four a few years. I'm kidding, I'm not that slow. Come on. My energy is a weakness of mine, because I have so much of it. At times. I tend to annoy others. Leto, of course, is one of my weaknesses. Protecting him from the world is one of my duties, for I couldn't bear to see him like he was that day by the creek again. It'd break my heart to see him in that much pain again."
Likes;
Walks, other wolves, and running."I love to take walks. I just love to, be it by myself or with other wolves. But I do prefer to be around others than be alone. It's just... Being alone is so, lonely. And running! How I love to run, to feel the wind in my fur and the ground rushing by under my paws."
Dislikes;
Water, thunder, and being alone."Okay, so I don't hate all water. Ponds and pools of water and rain are all okay. But if it reaches up to my shoulders it terrifies me. Once upon a time I loved water, but then my sister died in a creek. That ended that. Don't, don't laugh at me please, for this next one. I'm scared of thunder. Don't ask me why. Now I'm okay with the quiet, but being alone, no. I hate to be alone, it creeps me out."
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Romantic Interest;
None."No, there's nobody I know well enough to want to be romantically involved with."
Partner;
None."Not that I know of. I mean, last time I checked I was single."
Offspring;
None."Pups are just so adorable! I wish I could have some one day, but alas I have none at the moment."
Other Kin;
Zevran, Piuma, Justice, Leto, Aella, and little Leto."My parents were Zevran and Piuma. They were not very old when I left the pack, so I believe they are still alive. Aella is my dead sister, and Leto my brother. Justice was my fathers sister, and the alpha of my birth pack. Leto was my fathers brother, and who my brother is named after. If I have any more family I do not know them."
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Other;
Nope."If you are curious about anything else just ask! I don't bite."
