ᴛʜɪs ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ [ ᴡ.ɪ.ᴘ. ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ]

[thumper ;;]

- this is a simple game called love
- there's no rules in this subject
- and if there is, it has yet to come out.

- But our kind of love - we werewolves
- is different from the Humans.
- we have imprints
- or allow love to find it's own.

- were you ever fought over?
- taken away?
- forced?
- in our world, love is too powerful.
- one may even die to find it.

- quite unfair, isn't it?
- the lone wolves they find
- the ones that don't want it
- find themselves slaves to it.

- But, in the end, there was 9
- those who fought for their rights.
- will you take the stand?
- or bleed in eternal darkness?

[thumper ;;]

- All CS / Tess Rules apply.
- This is a semi - literate to literate roleplay, so no one - liners please.
- if you wish for me to reserve you a spot, please PM me.
- Drama and romance is what we are about! c;
- Fades to Black if it gets serious
- No godmodding, mary - garysues
- cursing is aloud, but * it out.
- please use your own forms.
- PM the person you want to be mates with.

[thumper ;;]

The Animal

she escaped being killed,
she escaped finding love.
The Loner hated imprisonment.
And she'll never be tamed.

taken by ;; thumper ;;

The Compass

he's very smart,
and knows a great deal of tracking.
The Compass doesn't mind company,
will he be able to tame the beast?

taken by ;;

Say hello to The Animal and The Compass.

The animal is trying to escape a dark and haunting past, where she would be imprisoned for a crime she didn't carry out. If anything, she's trying to isolate herself from this world and become cold and distant. She doesn't allow anybody to be in her social circle, and uses her charm to her advantage. It's best to keep away from her.

The Compass is the complete opposite. Born with the ''runt" mark on his right shoulder, he was casted out from birth. He's like a walking time machine, or compass. He knows every route, every turn and passageway. A warm and friendly soul, could it be he to charm the Animal?

The Omega

Everyone knows an Omega
doesn't earn respect.
But he accidentally won
the heart of a . . .Alpha?

Taken by ;; reserved.

The Alpha
Escaping her father's plans of
marriage, she fled to an isolated town,
and found the omega.
For an while, she was hostile,
until she fell in love with him.
Talk about Star - crossed lovers.

Taken by ;; Reserved

Meeting in the abandoned town, the Omega quickly fell for the Alpha - who in turn resented him. After failed attempts, the Omega left, leaving the Alpha alone. So she sought him out, wondering for days where was he. And soon he returned, beatened up and scarred. That day, she healed him and they fell in love.

And soon, they became mates and the Alpha is expecting his child.

The Joker
A lover of fun,
he's never out of jokes and
serious. But he is hiding
a dreadful secret,
one that could harm them all.

The Cheater
she never settled down,
never to fall herself prey to love,
like so many others like them.
And she has a reputation for jumping
from man to man, not for their beauty.
Just so she'll avoid questioning of a potential
mate.

Now, how did this happen?
The Cheater was walking along, and happened to bump straight into the Joker. They instantly disliked each other, him for her being so rude and impulsive, her for his reckless and silly nature. But, underneath, what is there for both of them?

reserved

[thumper ;;]

alpha pair

ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ,
sʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪʀᴏɴ ғɪsᴛ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ,
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴏsᴘᴇʀ.
ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘs ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅs,
sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ,
ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs
[ ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ]

filled out by the Alpha and Omega Titles

the Beta pair
ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ - ɪɴ - ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Pᴀᴄᴋ,
ʜᴇ / sʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ Aʟᴘʜᴀs' ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ.
ᴛʜɪs ʀᴀɴᴋ ғɪʟʟs ɪɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀs'
ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ.

this rank is filled out // reserved

the Shaman
ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʀᴇʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ.
ᴀ ᴠᴀsᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀʙs ᴀɴᴅ sᴋɪʟʟs ᴏғ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ,
sʜᴇ ɪs ʙᴏᴛʜ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ.
ᴛʜɪs ʀᴀɴᴋ ɪs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ.

filled out by the Rebel.

the fighters

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs / sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀs, ᴇᴛᴄ.

for three wolves

[thumper ;;]

ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋ?
ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?
ʙᴜᴛ Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴋᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ.
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ,
ɪ'ʟʟ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ,
ɪ'ᴍ 18 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ,
ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ 16.
ɪᴅɪᴏᴛs

ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ,
ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.
Sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀsᴋ ɪғ
I'ᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴜɢʟʏ
ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ɪ ᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴇʜ?
I ɢᴜᴇss ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʙᴏʏ, ʜᴜʜ?
ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ!
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ ᴀsᴋ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs?
.

[broken*]

"I had everything
Opportunities for eternity
And I could belong to the night
Your eyes, your eyes
I can see in your eyes
Your eyes.
You make me wanna die
I'll never be good enough
You make me wanna die
And everything you love will burn up in the light
Every time I look inside your eyes
You make me wanna die."

;;Name;;
>Taylor Hailey Thompson<
;;Nicknames;;
>Tay, HailStorm<
;;Age;;
>Seventeen<
;;Gender;;
>Female/Fae<
;;Species;;
>Werewolf<
;;Rank/Position;;
>Beta<
;;Personality;;
>Taylor is going to say what is on her mind, no matter who it may offend, or who it may anger. The only other werewolf, scratch that, creature/person, that she shows any ounce of respect towards, is her alpha, and even that is sketchy at times. She is often seen as very rude and boisterous, many believing she does not deserve her rank, but there is nothing they can do about it. For her adoptive parents are still alive, and are respected elders, who love their 'child'. She is not at all afraid to get down and dirty, nor is she afraid of fighting or bloodshed. It's all just a part of life, or so she says. Secretly hidden underneath all of that defiance, however, is an unknown feeling of not being worthy, not being good enough.<
;;Past;;
>There's a reason that she is the way she is. Her father was never in the picture, he left her mother the day after they, well, ya know. Her mother was always going from guy to guy, never sticking to one for more than a few days, just using them for their money, their looks, what they could give her. Of course, having a child, Taylor, didn't slow her mother down at all. Maria would just leave her daughter on a bench outside as she went into a club, leaving her there as she left with a man; the little girl had, several times, had to wait through rainstorms, and even for up to four days, before her mother would show up to get her. Finally, however, when the girl was twelve, her mother did not come back. A week had passed and her water bottle had run out, her little bit of food all gone, her clothing soaked through to the bone. That's when the Betas of a nearby pack found her, and took her in, naming her their own daughter, and their heir, due to the fact that they were unable to have children. She's been 'man hopping' ever since, and recently took over the role of Beta when her 'parents' stepped down, a year ago.<

Faceclaim - Taylor Momsen

[thumper ;;]

Accepted.

[x-3]

Serenity Rayne Valentinna
{ “I guess I'm pretty much of a lone wolf. I don't say I don't like others at all, but, to tell you the truth, I only like it when I have a chance to look deep into their hearts and their minds.” }

-----------------{ . αт ғιяsт sιɢнт  

- n a m e --
{ { . Serenity .
'' I'm not what I seem. ''
Her name is simply for the irony of it. She was bestowed this name because her outside expressions were calm but her innards and feelings were benevolent and full of turmoil.
- n i c k n a m e s --
{ { .  Serenity .
'' Serenity isn't short enough? "
She prefers nothing other than her full name, Serenity. She finds it pointless for others to make up pet names for her, she isn't some pet.
- a g e --
{ { . Eighteen .
'' Not to young not to old. ''
She was born in the fourth month on the twenty-ninth day (April 29). Being born in April, much like other wolves isn't that uncommon, there isn't anything particularly special about when she came into this world.
- g e n d e r--
{ { .  Female .
'' Do I look male?!"'
When in wolf form she isn't easily seen to be female, with her massive body and masculine features most wolves see her as a male. She was treated like one and so she acts like one from time to time. However, when in her human (definitely not her preferred form) she is fairly feminine despite her conscious efforts of being tom-boyish

{ { . Alpha Fighter .
'' Yes, I am one of those, but I'm different from everyone else."'
She's a strong wolf, she isn't to be mistaken for alpha, she's not one of those at all, she's a warrior, she's a protector and she's a fighter. That's all she knows how to do. She demands respect and only will give it back when the other wolf gives it to her. She is strong and unwilling to bow to anyone.

-----------------{ . sмιℓe ρяeттʏ

- w o l f . d e s c r i p t i o n --
{ { . Scarred . Muscled . Intimidating .
'' I am what I am. ''
The wolf stands three feet two inches tall, making her tower over almost any other wolf out there, there are some bigger than she, but they are few and far between. The female is a monster in aspect of length too, running 78 inches across from tail tip to her muzzle. The powerful female holds a large head and long thick snout, missing parts of fur around her mouth and muzzle from fights past. As you travel back you will see more patches of missing fur, before you teach the malicious amber honey gold eyes. The beauties are always sparkling, always bright, they accompany well the single brown ear that stand atop her head, the other stands three fourths shorter and shows the shape of the mouth that had stolen it from her.

The warrior's main torso is riddled with patches of missing fur and deep scars from her battles long past. But where there is fur at the top it holds a dark-earthy feel, dappled with some lighter brown marks, traveling towards her stomach the gradient changes to a softer brown at her side and as the eyes follow onto her belly it becomes a pale cream. Her tail is not very different; within the dark at the top it is mixed with a light cream color, breaking way to the medium brown at the bottom of her tail. At the beasts thick shoulder you see the cream once more, travel past the bend and it will turn straight to a chocolate without a transition.

A single look at the fae would be enough to tell you that she has been in battle and that in all likeliness she was the one who came out the victor. On her large chest you can see the muscles move as the wolf walks, her sinewy neck feeling hard to the touch and not appearing to be much for a vantage point if one were to choose to battle her. When her fur is just right you can almost see the muscles that control her jaw, making an outline along the skin beneath the patchy pelt. A fresh wound sits upon her, the upper left portion of skin on her lip was ripped away by a cougar leaving that portion of gums and teeth exposed.

The reasoning the female is this size is she pushed herself as she developed causing her body to realize she needed to grow in order to survive in the dominating male pack.

- f u r . c o l o r --
{ { .  Earthy .
''Earthy, that's the best way to describe me. "
Serenity's fur is earthen tones, the fur at the top is darker, but as you travel down this she wolf her fur grows richer and creamier.
- e y e . c o l o r --
{ { . Amber Honey .
'' Windows to the soul. "
Her eyes are simply an amber honey gold, and they're filled with intelligence and emotion, if you really want to know what she's feeling look into her eyes. They show her true self.
- e t h n i c i t y --
{ { .  Yukon Wolf .
'' I'm still me"'
It is written all over this female that resides as a massive Yukon Wolf. The Yukon wolf is a subspecies of the grey wolf.They typically stand 38 to 42 inches (970 to 1,100 mm) at the shoulder and have the varying in length from 6.5 feet 6.5 feet (2.0 m) to 7.3 feet 7.3 feet (2.2 m). With the average weight being from 150 to 190 pounds.
- w e i g h t --
{ { . 165 pounds .
'' Delicately muscled. "'
Most of her weight comes in the form of muscle.
- d i m e n s i o n s --
{ { .  Monster .
''Don't mess with me."'
She stands three feet, two inches tall at the shoulder, a height that is practically unheard of for male wolves and to have a female that size there is something in those genes. She is also a monster in length, which is seventy-eight inches.

- h u m a n . d e s c r i p t i o n --
{ { . Curvy . Muscled . Fair .
'' I am what I am. ''
Serenity is curvy, muscled and fair. That's the easiest way to describe her build, in as few as possible words.Well, lets start from the beginning:
She has various scars from her many adventures. But mostly she is simply thin and small-boned, with nice lithe muscles from years of fighting, hunting and staying in shape. Serenity doesn't have to worry about burning in the summer time since she seems to resist it well enough.

Her hair is thick and at a medium length at her her upper-mid back, just below the shoulder blades. Serenity has dark earthy hair, which get darker in winter, contrasting with her complexion, which pales even further in the cold months. Her face is marked by several medium-sized scars from animal attacks (and pack fights), from animals she has encountered while hunting. They are, curiously, mostly on the right side of her face; one crossing from beyond the hairline own to her eyebrow, one from shortly above her ear to the bridge of her nose, another cross from the right side of her face steeply to her left ear, crossing both of the other scars. On the right side of her face, there is a single scar running down shortly before her ear, almost completely hidden by her hair most of the time. Otherwise, her face is only mildly scratched, hardly seen by the untrained eye. Apart from that, the most interesting part of Em's face are her eyes; gentle silver laced navy blue almost black eyes, which greatly contradicting her pale complexion. Her slightly exotic appearance is something that makes most people take another look; a being that looks so young and fragile, but with several scars and very thoughtful eyes.

Moving down, she presents more scars, from wolves and other animals who slink their way around the woods, mostly minor ones, criss-crossing down both her her chest and back. Her shoulders are often bruised from carrying around carcasses and shouldering her weapons. She is slim, and her arms and tummy muscles are strong, both from training she did because she had the (wrong) impression she was fat at one stage, and from the hunting she does every day.

Her legs are rather hefty, and also muscled, from running around and climbing trees. Not much to say here, except that her shins are often full of scratches in summertime, when she works in shorts when she hunts and guides for a living, and only putting on long trousers when she returns. The undergrowth and tree bark, well, scratch her. Serenity's feet are rather small, they connect to her body through a pair of ankles which sport several anklets.

Serenity has come to terms with the way she looks, though she still trains on regular basis, and considers herself as reasonably good-looking. Overall, she is a great deal older and stronger than she looks, and has a great deal of physical strength, not only giving her the ability to sport heavy weapons, but also to wrestle. Don't let her looks fool you.

h a i r . c o l o r --
{ { . Earthy .
''Earthy, that's the best way to describe me. "
Serenity's hair is earthen tones, the hair at the top is darker, but as you travel downward her hair grows richer and creamier.
- e t h n i c i t y --
{ { . White .
'' I'm still me"'
She's a pretty pale gal.
- w e i g h t --
{ { .  140 pounds .
'' Delicately muscled. "'
Most of her weight comes in the form of muscle.
- d i m e n s i o n s --
{ { . Above Average .
''Don't mess with me."
She stands five feet, ten inches tall, a height that is above average for human females.
-----------------{ . ∂eeρ ιиsι∂e

- p e r s o n a l i t y --
{ { . Stubborn .
'' I have nothing to say to you. "
Serenity was a warrior by birth, and being as such she believes that every wolf must be able to hold themselves up. A wolf who can’t fight is a wolf not worth her salt, and any sign of weakness from a higher ranking wolf is enough to make Serenity challenge them. That being said, if an alpha has shown themselves worthy than their word is law and you follow it unto death upon pain of death. The female always viewed herself as a great leader because of this, however she never got the chance with her last pack, her alpha did not trust her and though the female challenged her many times she never could beat her alpha.

The wolf is haughty and detached emotionally from other wolves and their pain. In fact if she feels any emotion to another wolf’s misery it is a feeling of joy. Serenity is malicious and will turn whatever she can to work for her. When she approaches others she holds her head high, even her alpha, unless of course they are expecting her to show his submission which depending on the situation she will not do without question, or may not do but instead challenge for it. She demands respect.

On the contrary, this female who is hard enough to be a brute only wants to be soft. She wants to show affection and tenderness to a mate of her own and pups.

- h i s t o r y --
{ { . Difficult .
'' The past is the past for a reason.''
The female was born into a pack where males were dominant, and females were just things, much like it is now. She entered the world with her brother, both passed many vigorous inspections by the higher ups of the pack. The pups were only allowed to spend minimum time with their mother, this hit Volos the hardest. Serenity felt that her brother was weak for crying when their mother was savagely beaten and killed for trying to protect Volos from a malicious attack. Serenity did not even care when her brother was demoted to the rank of Omega. A rift divided the two, pulled them apart, the only show that they were still family was their looks, but that was changing day in and day out. The reason why this female wasn't kill on the spot is because she showed more potential than that of her brother, and that was the only time mercy was ever brought to the female.

Serenity felt herself better than the others, she may have been younger, but she saw their weaknesses. She studied the pack, the members, the wolves, she watched for the moment when they were most vulnerable. She struck when they were weak. The female held no regret for the things she had done in her last pack. She drew the interest of the alpha and the higher ranks to herself. The way she demolished her opponents, the way she dragged them across the battlefield they had fought on as if they were a trophy.

There had been a few new recruits to the ranks, Serenity was sure to put them in their place when they joined. The warriors feared the female, her aggressive nature placed her as head of the lower ranks, and if it were not for the fear from above she would’ve moved up. The female even went as far as to challenge the delta, winning out and nearly killing the wolf before being torn away by the elite and alpha. They would not move her up for fear, but she respected the decision when she challenged her alpha and her own life was nearly taken, the ear ripped from her head during the scrap.

Soon the pack found themselves a new female she lasted long enough to bare them some pups. They grew up quickly as Serenity and Volos had done, they proved themselves better than his brother though. She took it as his job to train them, the little monsters inherited her hatred and slowly were growing in strength. The alpha allowed this, keeping an eye on them to make sure she was not trying to cause an overthrow. It was not in Serenity's interest to overthrow her alpha and instead only wished to see the young ones strong so that her (as she called them) ‘lineage’ could take the pack when the alpha passed on.

At fifteen, her ‘lineage’ reported back to the camp, announcing that they had scented some wolves, and it appeared that one of them may be female. This took the other males’ interest the moment it hit his ears. The amber eyes narrowed and she set about preparing for the capture of this group. It seemed required of her to capture this little trio. The alpha once more allowed the top warrior to take a team of the best wolves, and as silent as the darkness they moved into the night. Using her nose this time to track them the female caught the scent, moving quicker through the silent frozen air.

Like a wraith the group came out of nowhere. Growling and snarling at the intruders on their pack-land. When the two young males tried to make a fight Serenity did not move, instead she let her wolves move in, watching as they took out the weaker duo, her eyes were set on the young female, there was a twinkle of hatred, a smile even. Her heavy paws stepping through the snow as the warriors parted allowing her to come against the small female. She took delight in the fear she showed, “Should’ve never come here, little one.” With a horrid grating laugh the female turned about, walking a small distance behind her group as they began to take the trio back to camp.

Her first pups were born a short while later, a runt and two females. The runt died on his own, however the two females were a problem. She brought her concerns to her elite and alpha, explaining how more mouths to feed with weak wolves that would not bare decent wolves just as their mother hadn't and they were on a drain on resources. They agreed with the horrible wolf, leaving the job to another male, since she did pity the female ever so slightly and wouldn't take the job herself.

The wolf noticed her brother finally going in, for the first time ever the female felt proud for her brother. She allowed her brother to take place, believing that the male had finally learned life’s hard lessons and was willing to do what he needed to even at others expense. When she heard that she had gone missing though there was no doubt in her mind. Taking the blame on herself for not seeing what her brother had done and making it her responsibility to find the escapee. To her there was no returning to the pack, and when she and her brother were far enough away she broke the smaller male’s front leg.

The wolf had to track the female through the days and the nights, taking only short naps and constantly snapping at her brother to keep him moving. And slowly they drew out of the snow, having lost the females tracks almost completely. Growling and in great rage she thrashed out on her brother. Serenity ripped into her brother’s flesh as she took her anger out, blaming the weaker male for losing the females scent. The wounds became infected, her brother moving at a slower pace, this only angered the large female more, ripping into him over and over till her sibling fell over, gasping and wheezing. “You deserved this.” The smaller wolf growled through the pain, but it lasted only a moment before the pain washed over him completely. Serenity didn't stop to see if her brother truly died. A few days later a new scent hit her, it was pack land. Her laugh burst from her chest thinking of her unfortunate brother who laid only a few days trek behind her. The wolf did not care for the weak, and she pressed onwards towards the border.

She joined this pack at nineteen.
- l i k e s --
{ { . Shadows .
'' Shadows are the hunter's friend ''

- The darknness and beauty of the night. (Trully any darkness in general)
- Taking risks
- Exploring
- Legends and Myths
- Lore
- Hunting
- Fighting
- Control
- d i s l i k e s --
 { { . Authority figures .
'' I don't like being bossed around. I'm out of control and I do what I want when I want. ''

- Authority figures
- Horses
- Boredom
- People



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- h o p e s--
{ { . Love and Another.
''Love... Isn't it beautiful?''
She looks for love, despite her harsh behavior and strict thoughts.

- w e a k n e s s e s --
{ { . Social Interaction.
'' Thus is why I don't like people, senseless questions. ''
- Terrible at social interaction. She tends to insult and offend without intention, and is therefore very much disliked in the community(Unless others know her situation).
- Her neck is very sensitive, so touching/blowing/interacting with it in any way will very much put her off her usual rocker.
- Jealousy.
- Loneliness, she gets lonely to easy. She is very vulnerable when she has this feeling.
- False Love.
- Takes everything literally.
- She becomes extremely flustered when anyone makes a romantic advance towards her.
- She loses control when unnerved
- Very aggressive and belligerent, she will never back down from a fight and often goes looking for one.

- s t r e n g t h s --
{ { . Hunting and Gathering.
'' It's a form of servival ''
- An excellent liar, Serenity could make you believe the sky was orange and dogs' fur is actually made of grass.
- She is quick, agile, and has almost never been knocked off her feet.
- She is a quick thinker, a trait which is especially helpful in problematic situations.
- Silent and observant. She is generally good at reading others.
- Her physical strength and size.



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- c r u s h --
{ { . No one .
'' I don't like anyone right now. ''
She doesn't have feelings for anyone at this point in time, yet.
- s e x u a l . o r i e n t a t i o n --
{ { . Not Sure .
'' Who I fall in love with, is who I fall in love with. ''
She hates men and females, so she doesn't define herself with orientation, however she falls in love with she falls in love with.
- r e l a t i o n s h i p --
{ { . Not in one. .
'' Proudly Single. ''
In a relationship she would be content with being the submissive partner, preferably being the dominated one. What she looks for is someone who will take care of her, and love her. She would be the type of girl that would cuddle and love you whenever you wanted and go away whenever you wanted. She is laid back in the relationship, despite her need for dominance and control.

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- u s e r n a m e --
{ { x-3 call me x-3 or X
- o t h e r --
{ { Thanks for an awesome roleplay



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Volos Valentinna
"The simplification of life is one of the steps to inner peace. A persistent simplification will create an inner and outer well-being that places harmony in one's life."

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- n a m e --
{ { . Volos .
'' I'm not an Ox. ''
Volos contains the meaning "ox." In mythology, this is the name of a god of the earth, underworld, dragons, cattle, magic and trickery. He is an enemy of Perun and is described as being horned and serpentine. And he has no middle name.
- n i c k n a m e s --
{ { . Volos .
'' I like my name, I don't need another."
He doesn't have one, so there is no point on explaining this. However, you're welcome to create a name for him.
- a g e --
{ { . Twenty-One .
'' I have seen many years. ''
He has seen twenty-one years go by and tired of bull crap.
- g e n d e r--
{ { . male .
'' Yeah, I know. I'm male, but do I look it? Not really..."
Although he is in fact a brute, he can be mistaken for a female due to his soft features and soft heart.
- s t a t us--
{ { . Dominate .
'' I don't like my rank."
He doesn't mind



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- w o l f . d e s c r i p t i o n --
{ { . Uh... .
'' Don't Judge. ''
This petite male is simply snow white, there is no hint of color on this male, other than his blue eyes. His medium paws quickly move across the forest floor with ease, leaving no trace of his presence, aside from his scent. His tail is fluffy and full, large enough to cover his shy face. He is built to run and frolic, muscles lean and fit. Volos's fur is carefully groomed as he takes pride in his looks. He stands shorter than the average male, only standing thirty inches at the shoulder, with the length of fifty inches and the weight of one hundred pounds.

- f u r . c o l o r --
{ { . Snowy .
'' I can't help it, I'm a white boy."
Volos has light fur all year around, it doesn't matter if it is summer or winter. In the winter it lightens ever so slightly to the point where he is pure white. In the summer his coat has more grays, tans, and creams in his fur.
- e y e . c o l o r --
{ { . Blue .
'' What? They're my winders... Don't look at them!"
His eyes are a beautiful crystal blue, almost unheard of when it comes to the wolf world.
- e t h n i c i t y --
{ { . Arctic Wolf .
'' Do we have to go there?"
This is part of the reason why he is smaller, the lack of food in the arctic wastelands and why his fur is so pale.
- w e i g h t --
{ { . One Hundred Pounds.
'' Yes, I am small."
He is simply one hundred pounds.
- d i m e n s i o n s --
{ { . Small .
'' We already went over this."
He is thirty inches at the shoulder and fifty in length. He is small for a male wolf.

- h u m a n . d e s c r i p t i o n --
{ { . Masculine .
'' Hm? ''

Blake is chiseled, muscled and tan. That's the easiest way to describe his build, in as few as possible words. Well, lets start from the beginning:
Blake has little need to worry about the summer sun, only the winter cold. He has very little insulation (referring to fat) because of his consistent work out schedule and a healthy diet. He seemed like he is carved perfectly from stone from a Greek Artist, sculptured from stone. His hair is a midnight black color and his eyes a smooth amber brown.

He has neat, thick and well cut hair preferring it at a medium but short length. He has well a well sculpted jaw and cheeks. His completely clear complexion and well manufactured. He is a very vain person so he treats himself to manicures and pedicures. After all he has to be clean cut for his job.

Moving down his shoulders are well strengthened from years of high school wrestling. His chest is well balanced with his pectoral muscles, and even lower his perfectly molded abs. All of these muscles he works hard to keep and stay in shape. He has a beautifully toned body, avoiding the awful act of body building. His legs are rather hefty, and also muscled, from running track in high school and an attempt to stay in shape.
- e t h n i c i t y --
{ { . Italian .
'' Do we have to go there?"
Thus is why he has a beautiful tan.
- w e i g h t --
{ { . One Hundred and Seventy-Five Pounds. [/size]
'' Yes, I am small."
He is simply one hundred and seventy-five pounds.
- d i m e n s i o n s --
{ { . Eh .
'' We already went over this."
He stand five foot ten inches, not really that tall.


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- p e r s o n a l i t y --
{ { . Soft .
'' Confidence is key. "
Volos has a self-assured, independent, and confident personality. He has depth of mind and the ability to concentrate and to follow a line of thought to a logical conclusion. He loves to challenge the concepts of others(and himself) and this invariably leads him to create his own ideas and to pioneer new lines of thought. He has strong characteristic of individuality qualifies him as a leader. He must be independent and he does not brook interference in any way, shape, or form. Although he does not tolerate interference in his own affairs, this characteristic does not prevent him from interfering in the affairs of others and he is usually either telling or showing someone how to do something properly. Although he is loyal, honest, and sincere, his direct and candid manner of expression may strain friendships. This direct approach often causes friction in close associations, particularly with members of the opposite sex.
- h i s t o r y --
{ { . Heartbreaking .
''I don't look back, unless it's to watch my own back.''
The male was born into a pack where males were dominant, and females were just things, much like it is now. He entered the world with his sister, both passed many vigorous inspections by the higher ups of the pack. The pups were only allowed to spend minimum time with their mother, this hit Volos the hardest. Serenity felt that he was weak for crying when their mother was savagely beaten and killed for trying to protect Volos from a malicious attack. His mother is the only reason why he is still alive today. Serenity did not even care when her brother was demoted to the rank of Omega. A rift divided the two, pulled them apart, the only show that they were still family was their looks, but that was changing day in and day out.

Eventually a female was capture, and it was his time to pay a visit to the new female, it was the only time that Serenity was proud of him. She allowed her brother to take place, believing that the male had finally learned life’s hard lessons and was willing to do what he needed to even at others expense. However, he wasn't a big brute like the others. He had helped the she wolf escape, but there were dire consequences. When Serenity heard that she had gone missing though there was no doubt in her mind that he had released her. Taking the blame on herself for not seeing what her brother had done and making it her responsibility to find the escapee. There was no returning now, Serenity dragged him out on the hunt for the girl. He ended up having a broken leg.

The wolves had to track the female through the days and the nights, taking only short naps and constantly being snapping at by his sister to keep moving. And slowly they drew out of the snow, having lost the females tracks almost completely. Growling and in great rage Serenity thrashed out on him. Serenity ripped into him, taking out the anger on him, he had ruined her life. The wounds became infected, he began moving at a much slower pace, this only angered the large female more, ripping into him over and over till he fell over, gasping and wheezing. “You deserved this.” The smaller wolf growled through the pain, but it lasted only a moment before the pain washed over him completely. Serenity didn't stop to see if her brother truly died. He did live though, he laid broken in the patchy snow. He was found, mostly dead and sent to a hospital to be repaired.

- l i k e s --
{ { . Stars .
'' That is for me to know and you not to find out.''

- Outdoors
- Pups
- Responsibility
- Love
- Kindness
- Family

- d i s l i k e s --
{ { . Bad Weather .
'' I don't like being wet.''
- Being wet
- Killers
- Heartless Wolves
- Male wolves
- Boredom
- Lonliness


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- w e a k n e s s e s --
{ { . Petite .
'' Weaknesses are only weaknesses if you allow them to be. ''
- Petite
- Lack of Strength
- Doesn't like to be humiliated
- His love for pups.
- s t r e n g t h s --
{ { . Protector .
'' Hm... I'm a great protector.''
- Agility
- Honesty
- Love for pups
- Love

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- c r u s h --
{ { . No one, yet. .
'' Steal my heart. ''
He wants someone to be his, but he hasn't found anyone yet.
- s e x u a l . o r i e n t a t i o n --
{ { . Straight .
'' Male wolves are mean, I don't like them. It's all about the ladies. ''
He is simply straight, he wants nothing to do with male wolves.
- r e l a t i o n s h i p --
{ { . Single.
'' I'm single ladies!''
Nothing more to say other than what he said. He's looking for someone.

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- u s e r n a m e --
{ { x-3
- o t h e r --
{ { nada




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((Can't believe I forgot my wolf looks! Will add tonight!))

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How come I'm the only one who made a male? Lol I'm absolutely terrible at playing males but I'll put an effort into it