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female • three • assassin


“The name's Seraphina, but no one calls me that. The rest of the pack knows me as Fey, and to outsiders, I can be either Frost, Finn, or Kestrel— the first being inspired by my eyes, the second a variation of my full name, and the third a word that I simply like the sound of. In case you couldn't tell, I'm a female, and three years old at that. My strengths include hunting, running, and tracking, all of which relate to my job — killing — in their own way. It's a bit like the hunt, being an assassin. In fact, at the risk of sounding like a psychopath, I actually prefer it when other wolves are my prey. Not because I like the act of killing itself, but because it's a good challenge, being up against one of your own kind. My weaknesses? I rely on stealth, so if I'm caught in enemy territory, my best chance would be to make a dash for it. I'm strong enough, but not overly so, and I panic if I can't kill my victim in one blow. Strangely enough, I can't stand watching them suffer. And I would never admit this to anybody, but the thing I fear most is death. Kind of ironic, isn't it?”

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tall • lithe • graceful

Slightly taller than the average female, with her slender build and dainty paws, Fey is the image of feminine grace beauty. Her gray-white fur, though long and silky, is nothing spectacular, but it's the way that she moves that draws eyes. She walks with the purpose and elegance of a dancer, and where her paws step, there is no sound. It's unnerving to watch her move through the forest, so confidently and so silently, but strangely mesmerizing at the same time. She holds herself with poise, and everything from the arch of her neck to the prick of her ears just screams pride and aloofness, and when she looks at you— well, not much happens.
Fey's eyes aren't a brilliant blue or a heart-melting amber. They're like frost, a unique shade of grayish-green, but she doesn't have a piercing gaze that can read your soul. The impression they give is one of intelligence and openness, and you certainly couldn't call them ugly; it's just that they're simply average, and that average equals dull.
But that all works to her advantage.

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cunning • deceptive • classy

With her appealing body and and pretty face, her expression never suggesting that she's smarter than she lets on, Fey is often underestimated, labelled as vapid and not worth a second glance. That's a mistake.
Behind the placid mask, her brain is always working to analyze and understand the world around her. She's trained herself to read others with a single, casual glance and is an expert in the art of saying one thing while thinking something completely different— or, more simply put, lying. Almost always knowing what her companion wants to hear, she's somewhat of a silver tongue, persuasive and coaxing when need be but dropping the facade once the coast is clear.
She enjoys killing, but not because she likes taking lives away. Fey isn't a monster, but neither is she entirely wolf; she feels guilt for what she does, but not enough so that it makes her relish going up against another wolf any less. It's only when she's on the job that she feels any real challenge toward her mental capacities, and she revels in it. She loves how she has to solve the question of how to infiltrate the pack without being spotted and how she has to figure out a way to do the deed without waking anyone.
Most of her kills are done without fanfare. A slice across the throat, and she leaves as suddenly as she came. Short and sweet. It's earned her the nickname of "Lady Killer"— not in the way that it's usually used, but in the most literal sense of the phrase: she dislikes getting her paws dirty and, if one were to observe her, they would see how she makes the act look almost ladylike.
The pack knows of this, and in their eyes it makes Fey seem only the more aloof. What they don't know is the real reason behind her behavior.

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murder • blood • vengeance

Beyond the obvious — that if the victim struggles, they're likely to wake the rest of the pack — the reason that Fey's targets almost never suffer is because she can't stand watching it. She absolutely hates seeing them in agony as they die anyway because it reminds her of her family's last moments.
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crushless • mateless • pupless

“If I've survived this far without the love of somebody else, I think I can last a little longer. I don't want to die without ever having had a mate, but I know I don't have the tenderness to be a mother, either.”

[pouty]

THE BASICS........................

>> Alright, before you judge me any more, just know that I'm not a damsel in distress that is all reserved and it takes a special brute to open her up. I'm a warn out book that is picked up by things that care to pay attention, some say that its a waste of time to hang onto that worn out thing whilst others find just what they want inside that old book.
Anyway, lets move on. Since its very likely that you're one of the pack members, its better off to use our real names. Mines Nadine, but others rarely use it. Why ? Because it doesn't fit me and I do not like it. It sounds too girly, so if you could I'd appreciate being called Nad. Not Nadie, Nad. I had a lot of false identities, but the most common ones are Tiian, Strike and Dash, you'll know why later on.
I'm obviously a fae and have been one for 4 years now. If you use your common sense, you've probably figured that I'm one of the Assassin's of this pack and have been one ever since I joined. Yup, another smart guess. I was a loner before and I did know something else besides hatred and anger. But that's in the past now and its not healthy to dwell on what is behind us now.

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PAST

>> Ha, my past ? I can assure you that other wolves have lived through worse than I, but since you asked it'd be rude not to answer. But before I start, please do listen closely for I will not explain every little detail that can easily be guessed.
The pack that I was born into was high up in a forest that lay covered in white all year round. Some days were warmer than others, but still the snow lay there, as if immune to the sun. Wolves there were mostly white in colored, but there were sandy colored ones.
I was born into a litter of 4. 3 white faes and 1 sandy brown brute. Ally, Strike and Zoom were all my siblings. Although we were all the same age, I always felt somewhat older and responsible for the three... My parents dismissed that and told me that its just the way I was, that I always worried about others safety... I guess that they didn't know anything at the time.
The four of us were 1. Creatures with shiny things came along with other 4 legged creatures that were similar, yet smaller than us. I guess that you know what happened... My two sisters, Ally and Strike were one of the first ones to fall, along with my mother that protected them. At the time I just left to hunt, but quickly came running after I caught the strange scent. My mother died protecting them, yet her sacrifice was for nothing. At the time I felt numb and my body reacted on survival instincts, but I was conscious enough to know that something big happened... They nearly whipped out the entire pack, only a few survived. Our attacks were pointless and only more wolves died, so the rest of us tried to escape.
When it came down to it, the little survival pack was hopeless without the beta and alpha. Only a handful of warriors remained and we were quick to get caught again by the same beasts that whipped out our pack... They looked like the same beasts. All of us were dumped at - what I learned later - a center that kept all sorts of creatures. There I found my father and brother. We mourned for the loss of our family for what seemed like an eternity... My father was the last to recover and when he did, it was easy to tell that he lost the sense of reality... Loosing his mate must've been too much....
After an endless year in that place me and my brother somehow caught a grip on life. Living there was bad enough without the constant fights. My father was hurt due to one of them and I think that then both me and Zoom realized that now we needed to be the protectors. That was the time when my protective instincts kicked in again... We were training that time. One of the wolves came for some unknown reason and tried to attack us, but both of us injured him enough to back away. That seemed to do it and another battle broke out, this time every wolf there was involved. The 2 legged creatures seemed to have enough and let us out after a few days since the battle.
My little family stuck together along with a few other wolves, but most of them were quick to die from starvation. Living in captivity for so long seemed to backfire at us all... The three of us along with 2 others were on the edge of death when an unknown wolf approached us. He said that he belongs to a pack and that he'd help us if we joined.
Long story short, when we joined we realized that the pack was a growing one and had barely started. The tensions were high again and not everybody approved of the then-current alpha, so it wasn't much of a surprise when yet another battle broke out. This time, I was unable to protect my loved ones...
It was raining then... I couldn't feel my body, yet somewhere, something inside of me was burning and screaming with agony. I was ready to die that night when someone came. It was a fae... A fae who had the eyes of my mother, voice that belonged to Strike and a coat that was too similar to Ally's. Whether I am grateful for it or not, all I know is that I own that she-wolf my life and that's how I ended up here, in this pack. I don't know why she saved me, all I know is that she died in battle. When she passed away, I didn't feel anything. As if every emotion I ever had had died.

PRESENT PERSONALITY

Nadine is an awfully difficult fae when it comes to who she is. Often it seems, or looks like she doesn't know who she is; just the normal fae that lives for what the pack was made for. A fae that speaks when she is spoken to without any sign of aggression or interest, just plain words.
But when it comes down to it and Nadine would somehow go back to the fae that she was before hiding all sorts of emotions, you'd find a fae that was full of life and hope. Hope for the future, hope for a better ending even if your life had punished you with all sorts of horrible challenges. A fae with undying love and instinct to protect the ones that she loves and cares for... A fae that because of that, had lost everything.
Nadine's personality is lost due to how strongly she believed in the fact that it was her that was supposed to protect her siblings. So what was she supposed to feel when everything that she was supposed to protect, was destroyed without her doing anything, as if she give it up herself ? The fae's way of escape is denying anything that she might feel, releasing it only on unknown wolves that never did any harm to her. Releasing everything that she ever felt, on wolves that are just a burden to other wolves that had betrayed the burden's trust.
Whilst keeping her emotions as close to zero as possible, sometimes Nadine does slip and release her anger on somebody else; whether it'd be the alpha or an omega. She wouldn't really pay attention to who the innocent wolf was, all that'd matter would be the fact that she didn't need to stop feeling. The consequences that'd follow, such as being kicked out or being killed, aren't a big deal for Nadine. She has no intention on leaving the pack whatsoever, and if it'd came to a fight between her and the rest of the pack it's very likely that Nadine wouldn't hold back. She's too used to death and her own life means next to nothing to her. Whether she lives or dies is something that she lets other wolves decide.

DESCRIPTION

The white fae is a little taller than the average she-wolf and due to her growing up in the snow covered mountains her paws are a little more powerful too, which is an advantage and a disadvantage. During battles its much easier to get a grip on whoever it is that she was assigned to, but its a huge disadvantage when she is not careful. Sneaking up on prey or a wolf is much harder with those paws and if she doesn't pay attention to where she stands the creature that she is sneaking up on will know her where-abouts almost instantly.
If that isn't enough, having a bright colored pelt in this dark forest is a curse. Nadine give up on hunting with other wolves a long time ago because its usually her that scares off the prey. She is too easy to spot whilst hunting and if she is a part of a hunting group, the hunt is bound to fail.
Her fur is a dark white/creamy white shade with light cinnamon patches here and there, and if she wasn't covered in some sort of dirt most of the time, it might've been possible to even call it pretty. Its average in length but thicker than most; because of her growing up in the snowy mountains.
Nadine's muscles aren't all that visible because her fur covers them up, so she is often under estimated in battles against wolves that she doesn't know, which automatically gives her the advantage. But if she's the first to attack, everything is revealed and there's a higher chance that she'd end up loosing.
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Nadine's name has two meanings. The most common one is ' Hope ' , yet the other one is ' Bear courage ' . She herself doesn't know that for her parents never had the time to tell her.
Srike & Dash - She uses those identities to remember her lost siblings. Zoom and Ally were the fastest of the four, so it wasn't hard for Nadine to name herself Dash to remember them. Strike and herself were much alike personality wise, so Nadine didn't rename Strike.
Tiian was the first false identity that Nadine used. She was told that the fae that saved her looked very much like Nadine herself and that her most common identity was Tiian. Tiian already had a high reputation and it'd be too suspicious if that wolf suddenly disappeared, so Nadine took the name to uphold the dead wolves reputation.

THE BASICS........................

>> If you'd like, I could tell you about me and you could tell me about yourself. It would be a nice trade, to hear somebody else's life along with what they lived through. Being me wasn't that tough and I do not have a blood filled past... If I could, I'd probably re-write what I lived through and fill it with many different adventures, but there is nothing that could erase the past. Is there ?
My name is Unknown. It has no meaning as far as I'm aware, so feel free to call me Un or any other nickname that you might come up with. I think that that name can be both a fae's and a brute's, so if you thought that I'm a fae its only understandable but please do not mistake my gender again. I am a brute and would like to stay as one for as long as I can. I have been one for 3 years now actually... Funny, isn't it ? 3 is often considered as ones lucky number... I guess that you could say that I have been lucky whilst being 3 years old. But soon my age will change and I wonder... Will my luck also change ?
In this pack I am one of the hunters. Its true, I have been an assassin once but I've failed on countless missions and spend most of my time in the healers den. I'm glad that I didn't get kicked out and that the alpha let me stay under a different rank though, because I have nowhere else to go.

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PAST

>> Unknown didn't have any siblings whilst growing up. He also didn't have a mother. She had a weak body a passed away right after giving birth to her only child. The brute was adopted by a fae that had lost all of her pups and she treated him like her own while his father blamed him for his mate's death and refused to take him under his care.
While growing up, the closest thing that he got to a family member was another brute called Tame. Tame was a little younger than Unknown but the two never parted and treated each-other like siblings.
When Unknown turned 2, Tame was 1 and a half. The two set out on a border patrol along with 2 older wolves. Tame and Unknown refused to part when the group was told to split, so the older wolves went one way and the two brutes went the other. On their way back the two ran into a loner. It was easy to see that the wolf wasn't entirely sane, so Unknown did the only thing that he could think of. He stepped in front of Tame and tried to reason with the wolf whilst backing away, but the loner seen through it and attacked.
Something made Unknown freeze then and Tame was left to protect him. Tame was killed right in front of Unknown. The only remaining wolf that was close to him was now gone, wiped away from existence without Unknown doing anything. Then that something that made him freeze let go and Unknown, without him knowing, killed the loner.
Unable to return to the pack, Unknown dragged Tame away from the scene and let the river wash his body away while the brute mourned over his loss.
After a year of endless wonder, the brute's memory began to fade. He got into many pointless battles and gained many scars, yet won almost all of them, but not everything can be won. One battle was a fatal one and it happened during a fire.
When the other brute finished with Unknown, he left him to the die in the fire. Due to the smoke and heat Unknown blacked out known that it was his end, only to wake up in a different place with no memory of anything what so ever.
He didn't remember his past, family or his own name and so he let the new surrounding wolves name him.

PRESENT PERSONALITY

The first impression that Unknown often makes is something along the lines off; mentally unstable. In fact, Unknown is the way he is. Due to his memory loss, Unknown had grown up again to be a little different than to who he was before. Now he is a lot more social and often speaks the most random things to cheer somebody up. He is an open wolf that is ready to hear somebody out and to help that somebody to the best of his abilities.
Although he is social, Unknown is often seen wondering alone and being totally comfortable with it. He often wonders way past the pack's borders and takes all of the alpha's punishments without huffing about it. Due to his unknown past, many wolves seem to ignore him because of his lack of aggression and see him more of a burden to the pack.
In fact, the only thing that keeps him here is his intelligence. Its rather common for everybody to think that Unknown is a silly lunatic that lives in his own little world, when in fact he is a smart brute that often outsmarts his prey. So whenever the pack might be in danger, Unknown is often one of the first wolves to come up with a rather stable strategy for other wolves to improve.

DESCRIPTION

Unknown is average in height for a brute. His coat consists of different shades of browns, blacks and whites with patches and streaks of color here and there its loner than average, so it covers up all of the brutes muscles. The color of his coat makes it easy for Unknown to disguise himself from prey while in the forest's surrounding darkness. The only thing that might give him away is his lack of ability to disguise his scent from close-by creatures so Unknown is often the first one to go after prey.
Unknown's muscles would've been very visible if his coat wasn't as long, but even if they would've been visible it wouldn't make any difference. The brute only uses his proper strength to take down bigger prey along with the other wolves, aside from that he would be easy to take down by the weakest member of the pack.
Unknown's real name remains a mystery, so the only fitting name that the wolves could come up with was Unknown. They kept him in the pack because then the pack was still growing.
Unknown used only one fake identity whilst being an assassin, it was Kivon. He picked it for no special reason, it just crossed his mind.

- the coding is messy, but i'll fix all of that along with finishing my form tomorrow.

just reserving this little spot for my forms ^^' . such a creative idea, by the way c:-

[Bolt1784]

Sorry for the late reply! You are all accepted.

[slccat]

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◣ The Main Points In My Story ♔◢

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Name ;;

Hey, whats up? My name is Juliet,
yes, Juliet like the story of Romeo and Juliet. Its a rather odd name
if you ask me, but I love it all the same. It has this little... Pazazz aspect
about it. It is unique, and not very many wolves are named Juliet, so
everyone pretty much knows its me when someone says my name.

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Age;;

I am so far just the young ripe age
of four years, so by no stretch of the imagionation am I
a young adult, but rather I am an adult. Just a healthy, happy
and still funky adult... Does anyone ever use the word funky
anymore? Whatever, I am four winters old. So yeah.

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Gender ;;

I wish this would have been not
a big issue for you all to figure out... And it is kind
of offencive that you cant even guess on this one. Oh
well, whatever. My gender is female, and yes, it
will always stay like that, til the day I die. And
I like being a female, it makes life much more fun in
my opinion, and I dont know why. Female is good.

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Rank ;;

Well, I hate to say it, but right now
I am nothing. I have not been accepted into the pack yet,
so there for, I have not had a rank. But if I had to choose
a disired rank, I would choose to be a healer. Something
about helping other wolves just appeales to me

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◣ The Wolves I am With ♔◢

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Mother ;;

My mother was a kind hearted
wolf, Just as I plan to be to my son. But she did have
a tendency to have many male compaions. But her kind
heart, and soft tone, and sweet eyes seemed to steal
everyones heart I take it for some reason. I would wake
up in the morning and there would me new males in our den
luying next to my mother after my father passed on from
a disease. I dont know many of the males. Some were in
the pack, but many were loners. I just grew used to having
very many siblings, and meeting men a lot because of her.

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Father ;;

My father was a great man. A great
wolf if I do say so myself. He was the lead healer of the
pack, which is why I want to be a healer, to follow in his
footsteps, but that is for the alpha to choose on a later time
not for me to choose now. But anyways, he passed on when
I was just a month or so old, due to a deadly disease that
struck our pack. Mother was so desprate, she jumped from
male to male after that, as I stated above

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Siblings ;;

I have many many many siblings.
Thanks to my mother. From the litter I was in, I had one brother,
and me and him were her first litter. My brother's name was Zues.
But after my father passed on, mother started to pop out puppies
like it was her rank to do so. And she could never figure out who
the father's were, it was just the way she was. I feel terrible for her.
In fact, she is pregnant with her fifth patch of puppies now.

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Pups ;;

I currently have no children, although
my heart yearns for them so bad. All I want is to be
able to wake up in the morning and see a young pup
laying next to me and my mate, or in fact, a litter of
pups. Ah, it just sounds so amazing. But I refuse to
have puppies until I am happily mated

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◣ The Way I Appear ♔◢

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Eye Color ;;

My eyes are spectacular if you
ask me, at liest in my opinion. They are bright blue, and seem
to shimmer like diamonds in the sunlight. I am very proud of them.
I wish I could have eyes that I could pass down to my pups like
this, they are just the brightest baby blue that you ever did see.
They are by far my most favroite feature of myself.

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Pelt Color;;

My pelt is a very sleeky white,
almost like snow. In fact, when it is snowing out, I love to
go hunting, because no one can see me, I bend in with the
blizzard, which makes everything just wonderful on me. I have
a very thick pelt, you could stick your whole arm under my
pelt and still have extra room. But it is very sleep and very soft
to be honest, keeping me nice and warm.

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Build ;;

I am a very pitete wolf, very skinny
and very small. My mother was like this too, so it was easy
to figure out where I got it from. I am very skinny, in fact
you can feel my ribs through my pelt, and I have small paws.
I am probably one of the smallest wolves you will ever see

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◣ The Reason I Act ♔◢

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Personality ;;

Juliet is not like any fae you will ever meet,
she is classy, and always happy to be alive.
All wolves are alive, but not all wolves know
how to live. She often throws her head back
and laughes for no reason, and she always
jumps around and tires to make everyone laugh.
When someone is left out, she is always the first
one to jump in and help. Thats what she likes to do,
make sure that everyone is okay, safe, and happy
with one another. That is just the way she was tought
to be, and thats the only way she knows. But Juliet
has a short temper, and often when someone says
something bad about her, she will take it very personally
and loose her cap quick. Its hard for her to be alright,
but she tries as hard as she can. Often she doesnt
fight, because she doesnt want to get her paws dirty,
or her pelt. Story is very much of a girly girl. There is
just something about helping others that appeales to
Juliet. You can often find her babysitting pups, or
telling stories to the elders. It makes her happy and
feel safe. Juliet loves cleaning, and loves being a leader,
not usually she follows. If there is a hunt, or any thing like
that going on, she likes to be right up front, to see all the
action that she can so she never misses anything. Often
Juliet is generous, until it comes to space. Juliet is the kind
of girl that needs her space, and likes a lot of room for herself,
she gets clostrophobic very quickly, and doesnt feel
safe with others being too close to her without her promission.
Juliet likes to be a mother like figure to just about everyone.
She tries to be the best wolf that she can possably be,
and tires to do things to make everyone just as happy as
she wants them to be. But Juliet knows how to be mean
. When she has a reason to not like a wolf for whatever
reason, she can truly make their life as horrible as she wants
it to be. She can be very minipulative, and makes it clear when
she doesnt like someone for whatever reason

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◣ The Way My Heart Beats ♔◢

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Crush ;;

Crush? Uh, thats a bit rude of you
to pry in on in my life... But if you absolutly must know
about my crushes, no, I do not have one, thank you very
much. But if I did, I wouldnt tell you because it is my personal
and very private business on who my heart yearns for.

_________________________✮ ☾ ✮ ________________________

Mate ;;

I used to have a mate, and it was
nice wile it lasted. But guess what? It didnt end up so well
at the end. No, he didnt do anything wrong, he never hurt me
or hurt anyone, or did anything to hurt me in any way. I just
couldnt trust him, so I had to leave him. Good bye, then end
and end of story.

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◣ The Main Points In My Story ♔◢

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Name ;;

Hello there! My name is Zombie Killer,
yes, like those made - up breatrues that those humans
thought up out of the blue one day. The creatures that are
risen dead that go and eat human flesh, because God Forbid,
they eat a vegetable, or even an animal every once in a
wile. But call me Zombie for short, not Killer, coz the name
Killer makes me think of a human dog, like, attacking someone.

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Age;;

Age you ask? Well im right around the best age to
be. I am three young and very healthy years old. I am
still very bouncy, and still very happy must of the time
because of my age. But it is also a lot of pressure, because
before too long, I will be and elder, and right now, because
I am a young adult, there is a lot of pressure on me to find
a mate that I am compadable with.

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Gender ;;

Seresouly. You cant figure out my gender?
Wow, that is hard for me to believe. Its so ovious, that I am
most defidently, and withought a dought in my little mind,
that I am a male. I was born a brute, and I will die one. Yes,
that means I am a male, guy, man, bro, boy, dude, brute,
whatever you want to call it, I am.

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Rank ;;

I am one of those wolves who respect every
single wolves, and that ranks dont make a difference to me.
I belive that sometimes, an alpha should be an omgea, and
an omgea should be an alpha. It all depends on how they treat
other wolves. But my rank? I dont care my rank. The alpha can
just place me in any spot that they disire

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◣ The Wolves I am With ♔◢

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Mother ;;

I do have a mother, and yes, she is still alive.
There is no sad story about how she left me under a tree,
or how her and her mate got divorced. Nope, my history
was much kinder to me with this kind of stuff. My mother
is named Rose, short for Rose Pedal. She was a small
grey wolf, very slim and very kind hearted

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Father ;;

Much like my mother, my father is still alive,
and still is in contact with me. He was always a kind brute,
always the first to jump up and help. He, along with my mother,
were healers of the pack. And they both tought me everything
they knew. He was a black muscular wolf, who I look like very much

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Siblings ;;

I do actually have one sister, her name is
Bambi, and Bambi lived up to her name. She would just be
as outgoing as she could, and would always try to make
everyone around her smile, she was brave, and very bold.
We were born into the same litter, but for some reason,
she is as white as snow.

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Pups ;;

You are asking me if I have pups? Wow, that is a
little intrusive on my part. But no, I do not have any pups,
as much as I wish I could say I did. But I believe that you
may only have pups when you have a mate, and to have
a mate you must be in love. I am not in love, so I dont have
a mate, making it so I dont have any pups ether.

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◣ The Way I Appear ♔◢

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Eye Color ;;

Well, my eyes are a very boring eye color.
They are a dark brown, much like a chocolate brown.
They glimmer a lot whenever light catches them, but
there are no designes in them, making them beautiful.
They are just... Boring eyes.

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Pelt Color;;

Now I do have a rather nice pelt. I have a jet
black pelt. Usuaully on blak pelts, there are hints of white,
like on the chest or around the muzzle, or on the paws. Not
with me, I am as black as the midnight sky. And my pelt is
always as shiny as the sun on its brightest day. I also have
a very thin pelt, so in the winter I get very cold very fast.
But my tail is very bushy.

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Build ;;

I am withought a dought one of the biggest
wolves I have ever seen in my life. I am filled with muscle
that seemes to wrap around my body like a boa constricter.
I am very tall, and very large, not fat, but muscly. I dont know
where I got it from, both my dad and my mom are small.

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◣ The Reason I Act ♔◢

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Personality ;;

Personality wise. Toxic is a little rough around the edges.
He often is the first to jump up if a fight is breaking out.
He will always fight for his friends and for the ones that
he loves, but there is also a soft side to him. He loves
caring for others, and going to other's aid. He is a huge
wolf kinda guy, always wanting to be social and making
friends with everyone he sees. He knows how to make it
so wolves want to be friends with him. He is a lover, and
a fighter kind of guy if you really look at it. But he can be
pretty deep too. Often at night you will find him looking at
the stars, or climbing trees, which most wolves dont do,
but he likes doing it. But unlike most males, he is not a
huge flirt. Ever sence his mate died, he just has a hard time
looking at any female, much less being around them. His
heart breaks when he sees pups, and he often slipps into
depression. He used to be all tough, all fight, no bark. But
somewhere, in his adulthood, he grew up and learned how
to be kind and caring to everyone, even if you dont like them.
Toxic gives up eazily when he finds out a task is too hard to do.
He is a very kind consiterate wolf, who often acts like a
gentleman to everyone that he sees, but if you make him mad,
the puppy inside of him will come out and bite you in the butt.
Remember, this kind wolf knows how to fight

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◣ The Way My Heart Beats ♔◢

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Crush ;;

Crushes are hard for me to get. Yes ,there are
many lovley ladies that catch my eye, but I never really fall
for them. It takes a lot of heart, and gut, and a lot of
everything for me to fall for a lady. So right now, Im going
to have to say, no I have no crush. And that is how I like it.
Whenever I feel my heart starting to lean on someone, I dont
like it. I become too vonrable.

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Mate ;;

I belive I have to be in love with someone before
I get a mate. I wish I could say I have a mate though. But so far,
I dont. It would be nice to give my heart to someone, but only if I
get their heart in return. But so far, I havnt found the right female,
and she hasnt found me.

[kintsugi.]

{ Hum, that's odd, I could have sworn I was the only person with a wolf named Zombie. c; }

{ assassins } • { two and a half years } • { delta }

ᴺᴬᴹᴱ → "My name is Zombie, but feel free to call me Z. Do I go by any fake names you ask? Well of course! Don't be silly, but why would I tell you? It wouldn't be much of a secret then now would it? Well, if you're gonna whine about it then fine. I go by Little Red, Violet, and a few others here and there.
ᴳᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ → "Well then, that isn't a very nice question to ask assuming you nose works and you can clearly smell that I'm a female."
ᴬᴳᴱ → "I'm fairly young, two and half years actually but don't let that fool you. . . I'm very wise. That's why another one of my names is Owl."
ᴿᴬᴺᴷ → "I'm proudly display my rank as Delta, yes, I know I'm not a Beta or Alpha . . . But things can change. I earned my rank back when I was one of the first assassins here, the alpha witnessed me devour a loner, not knowing that she was behind me, I was being very, uh, sloppy with my work; bloodstains splattered across my chest and face. She'd always looked down onto me as if I was her young, although we look completely different, I knew that she protected me like she was my birth mother. She wanted to stay close, keep an eye on me, so she made me Delta. . . And I'm very, very proud."

ᴾᴱᴿˁᴼᴺᴬᴸᴵᵀʸ → Mysterious. Extremely Clever. A Bit Of A Klutz. Elegant. Proper.
Silent:: Does not speak. She can talk, she just chooses not to. Her reasoning is that other wolves bother her, she can't stand their ignorance on things that a pup would know. Not just that, but being a pup and having watched her brothers and sisters die in front of her, she seems to enjoy keeping to herself. Would you talk to someone who watched their "loves ones" die? Better yet, would you talk to a wolf named Zombie?

Stealthy:: One second shes in front of you, the next she above you, watching your every move. She finds amusement in watching others do their everyday things, that way she learns what they're like without even having to talk to them, this comes in handy when you don't speak. . . Often. The only wolf she's every had a decent conversation with died in an avalanche, and of course it just had to be the one she had grown rather fond of. It just goes to show, you can never truly put all of your love into one thing. . . Because it always ends up being taken away from you.

Stalker:: Zombie is always watching, her black eyes have a craving to know everything. Zombie has watched many wolves in her four years of living, she's watched wolves hunt, wolves birth, she's even watched wolves mate a few times as well. The name Zombie fits her well. Speaking in which, Zombie got her name from two things: Her eyes and her eating habits. She's been seen eating other wolves. . .

Scary:: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, have no fun. If anyone Zombie could tell you what she thinks that saying means, that is, if she talked. First of all Zombie sees everything, therefore evil is constantly absorbed into her. Second, Zombie has already heard many evil things in her life, she did witness the death of all of her siblings. . . But Punk. Third, Zombie might not talk (much) but she honestly doesn't have to, if you tick her off all you need to do is look at the soulless glare she's giving you. . . And run. A little blood never hurt anybody.

Secretive:: Zombie seems a bit mean from what you've heard, right? Well, she's got a hidden happiness inside of her that is extremely rare to find, the first time she has ever experienced this "peace of mind" she was out in the middle of an open field chasing down a snow hare, then, from out of the corner of her ebony eye she saw him. He was big, slender, golden eyes, musky gray pelt. Those were her three seconds of wonder. . . Also her three seconds of pain, longing, and envy. For she could smell his mates' scent on him. She simply turned her head back towards the nothingness that led to the snow hare and walked away with a slightly heavier heart.


ᴬᴾᴾᴱᴬᴿᴬᴺᶜᴱ → Lithe and elegant
Not much can be said about Zombie's overall appearance other than the fact her eyes hold secrets and her pelt is as white as the whitest lie. Her body is both narrow and long, a full '56 inches from nose to tail, and '37 inches tall, she's a very slender, slippery little devil. Her fur is as soft as velvet and glistens in the softest of sun, she a stride to die for as she's on the hunt, glided through mid air as lushes, flawless fur trails behind her. She takes pride in her coat, cleaning it three times a day. Her eyes are as black as burning coals, when you look into them, it's as if you're starring into a black mirror; her eyes have tiny grey swirls in them that seem to make wolves dizzy when starring into for too long, all the better for her role in the pack.

Zᴏᴍʙɪᴇ - ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀɴʙᴇʀʀɪᴇs « «

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

Zombie has a think, bushy tail that is similar to the one of a fox, it looks like a fluffy white cloud as she bounces around through the woods, but any wolf with a bran would know that clouds don't hover above ground in such a manner, no, they belong in the sky. Speaking of sky, Zombie has light gray paws and claws, they look, well, like the gray sky; they are each individually deadly in their own right, being that they can rip though flesh as easily as a knife cuts butter.

She could catch nearly any brutes attention, for she's looks gentle, delicate and vulnerable, though she believes no one pays her any attention like that. Beautiful, but fragile. The only real reason she seems to try and appear happy is to hide the hurt she feels inside. Zombie is a thoughtful fea and is often times described as mysterious.

ᶜᴿᵁˁᴴ → Nope
ᴹᴬᵀᴱ → Never had one
ᴾᵁᴾˁ → Nope...
ᴷᴵᴺ →
Neon;; Father;; Living; ??? xxx

Fragment;; Mother;; Deceased; Birth Disorder xxx

Streamer;; Brother;; Deceased; Elk Attack xxx

Punk;; Brother;; Deceased; Missing xxx

Violet;; Sister;; Deceased; Killed By Brute xxx

Velvet;; Sister;; Deceased; Drowned xxx

Victoria;; Sister;; Deceased; Bear Attack xxx

ᴴᴵˁᵀᴼᴿʸ → Born into a litter of six, Zombie was the smallest, weakest, and most oddly-eyed pup of them all. Her mother and father tried their best to keep themselves and their pups fed and sheltered, but with little space and a scarce food supply, the chances of them surviving were grim. A year later, everyone but small, quiet, Zombie was left alive and breathing. What happened to the rest, you ask? I’ll tell you.

Violet—the first born and first to go—Was always too curious, she never listened when told, was always wondering too far from the den, and because of this she was snatched up, beaten, and killed by an older brute at the age of seven months. Zombie saw everything out of her ebony black eyes. Nothing was missed. Tears were shed heavily that day.

Velvet—the second and most violent death—was beautiful, purple-blue eyes, a flowing white coat, light gray flecks. She was out fishing one day when a herd of elk startled her, causing her to fall over into the river, her body was pulled under and thrown around rapidly. Even though her screams and cries could be heard all the way across the valley, no one came to help her, but instead came to watch her as her bones were broken and her fur was ripped out. Her crying soon died down, taking her with it. The last thing Velvet had seen before dying? Two cold, black eyes.

Victoria—the third and most stupid—walked differently, she carried herself with a sad feeling dragging behind her wherever she went. To be blunt, Victoria killed herself a week after Velvet had died; she had no self-control and was the weakest at heart. . . So she decided that the worst way out was the best way out. She got into a fight with a bear. The bear won. I smiled.

Streamer—the forth and bravest to go—loved everyone with a passion, her was always there when you needed him, always keeping an eye on everyone. He was very protective and always the first to stand up for a challenge, this is where it kills him. Challenging a male elk isn’t always the best idea, even though he was trying to get his father to be proud of him for once in his rather short life. He could have had help, if it wasn’t for the fact that Zombie decided to watch and wait.

Punk. . . Well, he left on a hunting trip with his father on April 4th, the two of them haven’t been seen since that night. Which was a half year ago.


Form by Keriae
Images and songs belong to rightful owners
Character created and owned by "Smoshy"
The name "Zombie" is reserved for my character only.

[Bolt1784]

All accepted! <3

[pouty]

finished with my forms c: . i'm sorry that the brute's presonality is so short, i will probably write more later ^^ ;;

[spiff]

((Will we be able to play loners and wolves from other packs?))

[rottenmutt]

{Yes, i had the sane question. And when do we start?c:}

[Bolt1784]

Yes, you will be able to play wolves from other packs. c:
We will start soon, I promise. <3 Oh, and Sykes, I posted in Pack of The Dead.