The Kingdom of Locke ~wolf rp ~Open & accepting

[Spotted.Newt]

{accepted}

[Dark Moon]

(Still a WIP. I still need to edit it to better fit this roleplay.)

Fleet

Name: "Fleet"
Age:" I am 2 years old."
Gender: " Female, if you can't tell."
Rank: "Foolish Keita."

Surface

Fleet is very lean, athletically built wolf.
If you look at her face, the thing that catches you eyes first is her eyes. Big and pale amber (Like most wolves), they easily reflect her emotions, almost like a mirror. Tiny flecks of silver fur surround her eyes like a mask and go over her head and towards her tail. Fleet's narrow muzzle and wedge shape head give her the attractive features males look for in faes. Her fur is white and very thick. Her chest is a bit bigger than the rest of her small frame but it's especially suitable for long distances. Fleet's legs are long and thin, absoulutly perfect for a young hunter.

Personality and History

Though Fleet seems full of energy, she can be rather rebellious and reckless. Around her pack, Fleet is full of life,energetic and enthusiastic, as well as rather rebellious and reckless, almost always getting herself into trouble. Making friends has never been one of Fleet's stronger areas but she won't turn down conversation when one's started. She's modest and definitly not a born leader. She's much happier taking orders and doing her job. But one of the few times Fleet will get out of hand is when she's hunting. After all it's her element. Hunting is like a reflex to her, she's smart and clever. Fleet has a soft spot for pups and hopes to have her own someday.

Fleet was born to the royal pair and is therefore, a Keita. Nothing much more to tell for her history.

Love Life

Crush: "No one."
Mate: "None yet."
Pups:"Not yet."

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[chemical.]

[ these two are a major wip- they are both new characters so it may take me a bit of time to completely figure them out, if that makes any sense xD. i shall get them done as soon as i can- i've been extraordinarily busy the last few days. ^^ ]

Ⓣнє → [ ＮＯＶＡ ] ←

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→ [ Ⓗαωкє ] ←

❝ she paints her fingers with a close precision, he starts to notice empty bottles of gin, and takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for. ❞

• name// hawke

→ ❝ hawke's the name, nothing fancy or impressive, just name that his mother found fitting. it has not real meaning or inspiration, he does not have royal blood to grant him a meaningful title. ❞

• age// five years old

→ ❝ hawke is at the prime age of five years old, not young and yet not old. ❞

• gender// male

→ ❝ hawke was born a male and will die a male, there is nothing that can change that. ❞

• title// the nova

→ ❝ hawke would be 'the nova'- yet to stumble upon the pack. ❞

• rank// nova

→ ❝ hawke is a nova, born to a rouge and a lowly fae of another kingdom, he has yet to stumble upon this society. no noble blood runs in his veins, assuring his fate to be the lowest of the low if he is granted citizenship. ❞

❝ a lonely speaker in a conversation, her words were swimming through his ears again. there's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid
for. ❞

• disposition// reserved, distant, noble, chivalrous, passionate, very intelligent, observant, calculating, kind-hearted, laid-back, dedicated

→ ❝ wip. ❞

• background// average/sad

→ ❝ wip. ❞

• description// compact, muscular, scarred, black coat, brown eyes

→ ❝ wip. ❞

❝ 'cause these words are knives and often leave scars, and truth be told i never was yours, the fear of falling apart. ❞

• romantic interest// arberie[future]

→ ❝ [shall edit this in after it gets to that point. c:] ❞

• partner// none

→ ❝ hawke once had a 'mate'- a love, but she is gone, now. ❞

• offspring// deceased

→ ❝ hawke lost his pups, his family, just months ago. ❞

• kin// deceased

→ ❝ all the family hawke had come to know are long since dead. ❞

• other// none

→ ❝ there is nothing left to be told. ❞

❝ don’t try to sleep through the end of the world and bury me alive, 'cause I won’t give up without a fight. ❞

→ Ⓣнє → [ Ⓝαнєℓє ]←

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→ ＭＩＳＳ [נαcкѕ]ση ←

❝ climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark. no one knows it's you miss jackson. found another victim but no one's gonna find miss jackson, jackson, jackson. ❞

• name// miss jackson [jackson ; jacks]

→ ❝ . ❞

• age// four years old

→ ❝ . ❞

• gender// female

→ ❝ . ❞

• title// miss ; nahele

→ ❝ . ❞

• rank// nahele

→ ❝ . ❞

❝ a pretty picture but the scenery is so loud, a face like heaven catching lighting in your nightgown, but back away from the water, babe, you might drown- the party isn't over tonight. ❞

• disposition// secretive, opinionated, manipulative, dark, cold, dishonest, innocent facade, intelligent, demanding

→ ❝ wip. ❞

• background// average

→ ❝ wip. ❞

• description// slim, timber coat, brown/gray eyes

→ ❝ wip. ❞

❝ way down 'til the fire finally dies out, you've got 'em wrapped around your finger watch 'em fall down. there's something beautiful and tragic in the fallout. ❞

• romantic interest// none

→ ❝ . ❞

• partner// none

→ ❝ . ❞

• offspring// none

→ ❝ . ❞

• kin// deceased

→ ❝ . ❞

• other// none

→ ❝ . ❞

❝ climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark. no one knows it's you miss jackson. found another victim but no one's gonna find miss jackson, jackson, jackson. ❞

[wolvesrock316]

Name:"Spirit's the name, don't wear it out"
Picture:
Gender:"Last time I checked, I was a male, if i'm not mistaken"
Age: "I'm 4 years old"
Rank: " I'm a plain old Syla"
Wanted Rank:"It's great being the Syla, and I wanna stay the Syla for now....."
Crush: " I would never admit it in a million years, but I slightly fancy Arberie".
Title: "I'm called The Spirit of the Wolves if you haven't heard"

[Spotted.Newt]

{accepted, chemical and dark moon. wolvesrock, you are not accepted.}