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[derision]

I've never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address,
In the torn-up town, no post code envy


But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood,
That kind of lux just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.


My friends and I – we've cracked the code.
We count our dollars on the train to the party.
And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this,
We didn't come from money.


But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom.
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don't care we aren't caught up in your love affair

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

Oooh ooooh ohhh
We're bigger than we ever dreamed,
And I'm in love with being queen.
Oooooh ooooh ohhhhh
Life is game without a care
We aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

"That moment when someone says you can't do it. You turn to look at them and say, I just did."

N A M E
She goes by Willow. Really, her name is Frost.

"Don't judge a book by its cover."

H I S T O R Y
Alright, well, I've always had a normal life. Nothing special, to tell the truth.

"Who ever told you the sky is the limit?"

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Maybe I can describe her by the alphabet? Her personality..
Amazing with words, Blazes in battle, Carnivorous with prey, Delightful with others, Earnest with sayings, Flirts with the boys, Glows in the crowd, Happily normally is in a great mood, Irritating is the word she describes of rouges, Justifiable and honest, Knowledgeable and wise, Luminous with happiness, Mousy with silence, Nosy when she wants to know more, Ominous to kittypets, Particularly sweet to clan mates, Questionable and curious, Reasonable and good with words, Sanely knows what she does, Thoughtfully is kind to everyone, Unanimously can agree to good plans, Veraciously knows how to do stuff, Wary when she is confused, Xanthic of her eyes, Youthful of age, & Zesty and very energetic. But yet, she loves the thrill of the kill.

""Meow" in cat is "Woof""

L O V E . L I F E
Aww stop it. Secretly my eyes are open for the right brute. Maybe someone who isn't just handsome, he is kind to all and is honest. So I do not have a mate or pups either.. I wish I did. Maybe.

"Time with dogs is never wasted."

D E S C R I P T I O N

Pelt;; Dark Brown Fur,
Some red-orange ,
silver and white.
Eye Color;; BrownXAmber
Additions;; One black paw.

Age;; 18 moons
Gender;; Female
Rank;; Assassin

Fears;; Dogs, fire
Dreams;; To raise a
beautiful family.
Likes;; Water, storms,
the sun, mice, rabbits

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[Chesapeake]

∞ ∞ ∞
Asher
→Ash
→Scout, Wraith

well last night I couldn't sleep
I got up and started walking
down to the end of my street
and on into town
well I had no one to meet
and I had no taste for talking
seems I'm talking my whole life
it's time I listen now

well I walk past the late night boys
with their bottles in the doorways
and I walk past the businessmen
sleeping like babies in their cars
and I thought to myself oh son
you may be lost in more ways than one
but I've a feeling that it's more fun
than knowing exactly where you are

like a stone
carried on the river
like a boat
sailing on the sea
well I'll keep on walking
oh I'll keep on walking
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me

well I walked into the morning and
felt the warm sunlight forming on my shoulders
'cos it hit me with no warning
like a summer sky storming in my lungs
ain't it funny how the kids walk by they'll
do anything to make themselves look older
while the women spend their money on
anything that makes them look young

like a stone
carried on the river
like a boat
sailing on the sea
oh I'll keep on walking
well I'll keep on walking
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me

well I'm a stone
and I'm carried on the river
like a boat
sailing on the sea
oh well I'll keep on walking
well I said I'll keep on walking
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me

єνєяутнιηg gєηєяαℓ

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Chesapeake
→Call me Chess.
Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Asher; Son of Rosvæl the Bane of Catequilen
→Though he doesn't use his full name to introduce himself ever, Ash was declared to have this name at the time of his birth- wolves in his birth pack didn't gain a title ("the ___") until they'd done something to deserve it. He keeps the "Son of ___" until he gains that title, if that happens. Though Asher means 'happy' or 'joyful', Ash rarely shows his emotions, so he feels that doesn't really embody the name given to him.
Pᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Ash
→Ash feels that this chosen "pack name" fits him better than his real name does, and he's been told more than once that the expression "silent as falling ash" describes him perfectly.
He goes by Ash to the pack- it is close enough to his real name that he feels comfortable with it, and unlikely that anyone will think of him as having a different name, as it fits him better.
Aʟɪᴀs:
Scout, Wraith
→Not wanting to give his real name or his pack name to those who ask, Ash gives a couple names when he is asked for one by anyone who isn't part of the pack. Most common is Scout, he finds it fitting considering that he is the scout- it is easy to remember for the others and harder to mix up with any other name. Wraith is next, and he uses it if he feels a little intimidation is necessary, because he can appear like a ghost out of the near-constant fog.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Brute
→An explanation of male anatomy is not needed, hopefully.
Aɢᴇ:
Four
→Ash left home at the age of two, and was travelling for a long time before joining the pack. He doesn't know the exact length of time, but it was more than three seasons ago that he joined.
Pᴀᴄᴋ:
Assassin
→Since this pack doesn't really have a name, Ash just calls it 'the pack', since he doesn't need to really call it anything. Assassin Pack if he has to call it anything, or just 'part of the Assassins'.
Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ:
Scout
→He has no desire to further himself in the pack's hierarchy. He is content at the position he is in, as it fits him.

ωнαт уσυ ѕєє

Fᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Gray.
→Ash's fur color, quite predictably, is a gray color, somewhere between the colors of rock and shadow. His undercoat is dirty white, while the overcoat is a darker gray. When viewed together like they are, his fur appears a darkish gray color.
Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Blue
→Ash's eyes are a pale blue color, which seem to frost when he is expressing distaste with something. He doesn't show anything in his eyes often, for he seems to always have a veil over them, keeping his emotion in. His eyes are the blackout-shade covered windows to his soul.
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:
Only scars.
→Ash's only visible markings are scars, and the four on his left flank are covered in fur, not visible unless one looks for them. He has one scar on his face which starts just under his left eye, crosses the bridge of his muzzle, then down the right side of his face. The other visible scar is on his right hind leg and jaggedly runs down his hock to his paw.
Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:
Tall. Thin. Fast.
→Ash has long legs that allow him to move quite fast over the ground, and he is lean instead of buff- he has great speed and is able to move quickly and quietly over the ground. His endurance is as good as he can train for, and he knows that without working for it, he won't keep it. Despite his lack of apparent strength, he is stronger than he looks, from dragging his kills around and - a long time ago - giving piggyback rides to his best friend and packmate. His muzzle is average length, proportional to his face, and his paws are wide, but not too big.

уσυ αη∂ мє

Cʀᴜsʜ:
None
→Ash doesn't have a crush.

∞ ∞ ∞

Mᴀᴛᴇ:
None
→None

ωєℓ¢σмє тσ му ѕιℓℓу ℓιƒє

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Quiet.
→The first thing that others notice once they've hung around Ash for a bit is the fact that he tends not to talk unless he has to. It isn't that he's unfriendly, he's just gotten into the habit of not speaking, and he prefers to be silent over being loud. He is serious, interested in security and peaceful living. While sometimes he gets distracted, he is usually extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable with well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and established protocols. Well-organized and hard working, he works steadily towards goals. Once his mind is set to do something, he tends to get it done, whatever it is. While he seems detached from most things, keeping a façade up is one thing he can do really well. His discipline is impeccable, but if he is given an order and he knows a better way to do something, he uses common sense to get the job done- instead of mindlessly doing a task the same way every time. He is interested in understanding how things work, focusing on efficient operation and structure. But contrary to his seemingly detached and silent nature, Ash is often capable of humorously insightful observations about the world around him. Ash abhors waste (be it in time, effort, or resources) but is highly adaptable, making him open to new information and approaches. He enjoys exploring new things, and can become bored with repetitiveness and routine. He is also a closet daredevil, but he tends to resist these urges- or thinks he does. Ash is also very prideful, and an insult towards anything that he holds dear will garner a swift reaction.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ/Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

┌---------------------------┐

"So I think I'll stay,
caught up in silent prayer,
'cause I believe in silence.
Our hearts speak the same words.
So why don't we just walk along
the shoreline with our silent song?
Cause I believe in silence.
Our hearts speak the same words,
the same words."
-Blindside "Silence"

└---------------------------┘

There really isn't much to tell...
→Ash was born into a peaceful pack with plenty of land. At the time of his birth, his father declared his name- as per usual in the customs of his pack. This pack had unusual customs for that part of the world, for his father had grown up far away and joined the pack after he decided that his old pack was cruel. His father swiftly moved up from a mere hunter and fell in love with the pack's alphaess, Hachi. They were soon mates, and Ash was born along with his three sisters; Aiyana, Kita, and Cherish. His best friend, River, was born a short time after him. Though she and he weren't related, they treated each other as brother and sister. She was blind, and much of Ash's time was spent with her. When she was able to function almost completely on her own, Ash decided to leave her in the company of her other best friend, Issac, in search of what he had always deemed to be missing from his life. He didn't know what it was, just that something was missing.
The others in the pack didn't know about this of course, since he had always kept up a façade up around him- just like his father had. So, when he announced that he would be leaving in the spring, most of his packmates had reacted with shock. Everyone... except his father. Instead of pretending that his son wouldn't be leaving in the spring and trying to convince him not to, the older wolf taught the younger many tricks and tips to surviving as a loner. When the spring came, everyone began to accept that he was leaving, and they said their goodbyes. As he left, he was pretty sure almost the entire pack followed him to the edge of their territory- after he'd picked a direction to go of course- and some even a bit further than their marked edge.
On his travels, he joined four different packs. Each time, he would find something he didn't like about the pack and move on. The first one was a small pack in the mountains, about a two-week slow paced journey from his old home. The mountains had been visible from his old pack's forest, if a clearing was found to look past the treetops. This comforted Ash, as he felt connected with his family. The pack itself was nice enough, if a bit bland. Humans were rare, as with in the forest, and prey was abundant. Rabbits, especially. But Ash was young, quick, and quiet- he quickly gained favor with the old alphaess who was less quick and getting on in age. After about a month, Ash was bored. He needed some excitement. He and the pack parted ways on good terms, and Ash traveled for a bit before finding a new pack. This one was much farther away from his birth pack or his second pack. It was an average pack, with many young spirited wolves. He lived for a while this way, with the high-strung adolescents, before the pack broke up of its own accord. He lived on his own for awhile, before wandering into an area populated by people. He'd been shot at before, and he'd been taught the dangers of humans by many. He knew to run when chased, and he had unluckily stumbled upon a camp of humans who were hunting wolves. After being chased and tracked, he found himself faced with a pack who forced him to join upon stepping into their territory. He was injured, exhausted, and glad for any company at the time, but he soon wished to leave. The wolves were cruel to every low-ranking member, and anyone who showed weakness was put in their place. Ash fought for the right to leave many times- only the strong were allowed to leave, so one must fight a high ranking warrior and win. Each time he was accosted on the way out of the territory by a group of wolves and given a long, deep scratch on his side as punishment. The fourth time, he had made it out, but was hunted down for two weeks until he was dragged back. Finally, he got angry enough in the face of an injustice done by one of the betas to a low-ranking member that he simply snapped and began to fight his way through the wolves he'd seen do injustices, using every move he'd ever been taught. When he and the group of lower ranking wolves who had come to help him finally removed the cruel alpha's life, they'd gone their separate ways. It was a long time before he joined a pack again. This time, it was a peaceful one, but he still felt the urge to wander, so he left yet again. After seeing all that he'd seen, Ash didn't think that joining a peaceful pack was a good idea, but he didn't want one where all the members were completely crazy. When he stumbled upon the Assassins, he never looked back. As a Scout, he fits in perfectly.

[derision]

((bump))

[rottenmutt]

Bumpers.:3

[fiddlesticks.]

{

Ohmigod. e-e This looks so cool. I am so joining.~

[Chesapeake]

∞ ∞ ∞
Nicole
→Nic
→Shade, Hunger, Tide

No prayers left
For heroes
The dead wont see the ending.
War started
By rich men
Won't stop the poor from dying.

I'll grant you
Your death wish.
It's not just time I'm killing.
Blood's thicker
Than water
It's too late to surrender.

This will be your last stand,
I wash the blood from my hands.

I am.
Warrior.
I'm fearless.
No pain.
No mercy.
No weakness.
I, I, I'm fearless.

I answer
No questions.
You will obey my order.
I'll punish
All sinners.
This battle has no borders.

No saving,
Salvation.
Your soul is stained and rusted.
I follow
No leader.
My vigilante justice.

I'd rather die on my feet
than live a life on my knees.

I am.
Warrior.
I'm fearless.
No pain.
No mercy.
No weakness.
I, I, I'm fearless.

My skin and bones drip off of me-
I'm more than man,
more than machine.
This will be your last stand,
I wash the blood from my hands.

I am.
Warrior.
I'm fearless.
No pain.
No mercy.
No weakness.
I, I...

I am.
Warrior.
I'm fearless.
No pain.
No mercy.
No weakness.
I, I, I'm fearless.

єνєяутнιηg gєηєяαℓ

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Chesapeake
→Call me Chess.
Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Nicole; the Fearless
→Though she doesn't use her full title often, Nicole wasn't declared to have this name at the time of her birth- wolves in her birth pack didn't gain a title ("the ___") until they'd done something to deserve it. Her original title was Nicole; Daughter of Nyessa the Cautious. She gained her title before she left her birth pack. She often wonders why her mother gave her the name that she carries, for Nyessa was a fearful wolf and Nicole is a powerful name, meaning "people of victory".
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Nic
→Though sometimes when she is described to others without them seeing her, she is mistaken for a male, and called "Nick", she rarely bothers with the surprise they hold when they find the truth.
Aʟɪᴀs:
Shade, Hunger, Tide
→As a hunter, she doesn't meet up with the edge-of-territory wolves often enough to give a name, but when she does, she gives one of three: Shade, Hunger, or Tide. Shade was the first one she came up with, and Hunger was because she was a hunter. Tide was simply because she couldn't think of anything else that sounded cool.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Fae
→Female. And proud of it.
Aɢᴇ:
Four
→Nicole left home at the age of three, and didn't have to move much to join the pack. She joined two seasons ago.
Pᴀᴄᴋ:
Assassin
→Obviously, as Assassin is the pack's job, it is the name of the pack. So that is what Nicole calls it.
Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ:
Hunter
→Though Nicole has ambition and would like to move up in the ranks, she understands both the need for trust to form and the fact that there aren't any open higher spots. She respects the hierarchy and it's system.

ωнαт уσυ ѕєє

Fᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Black.
→Nicole's coat is a midnight black color. It is pure, without the undercoat of brown that would give tinges and hints of brown in her coat. Her undercoat is white, which shows through at times, but her thick overcoat doesn't mix with it to form grey.
Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Amber
→Nicole's eyes are a yellowish-honey gold color which shine at night against the light of the moon. They are full of expression, and one can always tell her mood (usually grumpy) by looking into her eyes. Though she tries to school her expression, her eyes show most things.
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:
Not many.
→With her thick black coat to hide the few scars that she has on her sides, the only markings visible to the normal eye are the patches of white where her overcoat is thin, such as on her chin, or where her undercoat is unusually long. The only place this is is where her neck meets her chest, and only a brief flash of the white fur is seen.
Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:
Strong. Big. Resilient.
→Nicole is a large wolf, towering over the females of the pack and many of the males. Her body is proportioned well, with longer legs to match her larger frame. She doesn't carry much fat, as most of her bulk is muscle. This takes a toll on her speed, though, making it hard to perform manoeuvres which require too much manipulation at too quick a pace. But she has learned to counteract that using her strength, which she feels makes up for the lacking in the area of agility. She doesn't get sick often, and her body seems to heal quicker than others' would. Not by much, but she's noticed it.

уσυ αη∂ мє

Cʀᴜsʜ:
None
→Nic doesn't have a crush.

∞ ∞ ∞

Mᴀᴛᴇ:
None
→None

ωєℓ¢σмє тσ му ѕιℓℓу ℓιƒє

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Fearless.
→Nicole has a rather abrasive personality. She is quick to pick a fight, and holds grudges for long lengths of time. She tends to rub new people the wrong way and has a hard time being outgoing or friendly in most circumstances. When she speaks about herself, she can come off as arrogant, even if she doesn't feel that she is doing so. When she speaks to others, she can be seen as condescending or sarcastic. She seems to have a natural knack for jabbing others in an irritating and sometimes painful
way. With a passion for perfection, accuracy, and completeness, she pushes herself very hard and can be counted on to do a job well. She tends to want to do the job herself, however, finding it difficult to lean on others who she feels will not do it to her standards. Even so, she tends to put the needs of others over herself. She would be the first to stand up to a bully, and the first to volunteer to do a job nobody else wants to do, even if only for the reason that it won't be done well otherwise. Under the surface, she tries to be nice to others, though most of the time in odd ways like picking a fight against someone to draw their attention away from someone they are angry at. She tends to withdraw when in one-on-one situations, and she is more comfortable fading into the background of group situations, though she is confident enough to put forth her opinion when she believes that she is right. Once she has made a claim, she will stick to it, and dislikes backing down from a fight- be it verbal or physical. Though she tends not to like rules or authority figures, most of the time she refuses to even bend the rules, much less break them.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ/Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

┌---------------------------┐

"Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya'll?

Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me,
say to me, say to me...
There goes a fighter,
there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter

That's what they'll say to me,
say to me, say to me...
this one's a fighter."
-Gym Class Heroes "The Fighter"

└---------------------------┘

I'm on top of the world.
→Nicole was born in a small pack with just enough land to roam. She had two younger brothers, a small litter of pups for the small pack. It was a splinter pack of a larger one, which had much land north of them. Her alpha's grandparents had left the pack with five other wolves to start their own roaming pack, though they settled down when they found their territory. Nicole and her family visited the original pack, though she was very young at the time and doesn't remember much of what happened. What she does remember from when they visited the original pack was the beautiful territory which was so different from her own. She lived on a mountain, which was surrounded by foothills. Her family lived in some of the multitude of caves that covered the mountain, which were all connected by tunnels. She knew these tunnels like the back of her paw, though she preferred the darkness of the surrounding forest to the darkness of the caves.
Nicole's mother was an omega wolf, because she had few skills other than her aptitude towards dealing with pups. Omegas in that pack weren't treated badly, they were essential- teaching pups basic skills and helping them practice them. Just before Nicole's mother Nyessa was discovered to be pregnant, she was given her title of "the Cautious", having come back to check on the pups as she did quite often during the day while doing her other chores. She found that the other omega had been knocked out and the pups were hiding from a Rogue wolf who had somehow entered the territory. Alerting the pack caused all the pups to be saved, and Rogue wolf attacks had always been quite rare. Nobody expected it to ever happen again in their lifetime. Unfortunately, a year and a half after Nicole was born, she and her young friends were lounging around camp while most of the rest of the wolves were out hunting or patrolling the borders or taking time off to wander. A wolf that nobody knew burst into camp, immediately heading for the small cave where there were four day-old pups and their mother. Without thinking, Nicole had taken on the wolf in a desperate fight while her friends sounded the alarm. For rushing headlong into danger, she was given her own title. It took a long time to decide that she wanted to leave. The pack was rather small and she wanted an adventure to tell her pups about other than just the random rabid and crazy Rogue wolf story. She wanted excitement in her life. To her that meant leaving, travelling alone for awhile, and then joining a larger pack where she could rise up the ranks and live life how she wanted to. So she left her pack with a big sendoff... well, big for them. She visited the elders of her pack for advice before leaving, and they'd imparted much knowledge of things to help her get through life as a lone wolf. This included what most packs treated loners as, how to best move around through a pack's territory, what to hunt where she was, and other tidbits to tide her over until she was ready to move back into a pack. These helped a great deal, and so her wandering was quite uneventful and diplomatic. When she met this pack, she had decided to add a bit of spice to her life, and this pack was the first one she'd been in since her departure from her birth pack. With her skill as a hunter from when she was a loner, she attained the rank of 'hunter' quite easily.

[derision]

((bump. >:C

C'mon accept us and lets get the damn rp going. XD))

[pouty]

agreed :3
bumpers ;;

[Sleepy Little Kitty]

Name and Alias; Who am I? A wise question indeed, my friends. They call me Charm. Or at least some do. It is the name my mother gave me and therefore it is my birthright. But alas, I go by many names indeed and not all are quite flattering. I suppose the most common name I am known as is The Ice Wolfess, a name that is both from my snow white fur and the coldness with which I dispatch my victims.
Age; They say age is but a number. My number happens to be one and a half. Young, I know, but do not let my youth fool you. I was born in the dead of Winter, a testament shown in my snow white fur and icy demeanor.
Gender; I am a female, born and raised.
Rank; The life of the Assassin suits me well, and you'd do well to stay on my good side because of it.
Earning my Rank; How did I earn my rang, you ask? It is quite simple really. I was born with a lust for blood that seemed quite unsatisfiable. Due to my size, few believed I would make a worthwhile Assassin and so I set out to prove my worth. I killed my first wolf when I was a little over six months of age, earning the respect of all those around me.
The Past Belays the Future;
The Nature of the Wolf;
The wolf I fancy is;
My Family is Few;


Name;
Alias;
Age;
Gender;
Rank;
Earning my Rank;
The Past Belays the Future;
The Nature of the Wolf;
The wolf I fancy is;
My Family is Few;


Name;
Alias;
Age;
Gender;
Rank;
Earning my Rank;
The Past Belays the Future;
The Nature of the Wolf;
The wolf I fancy is;
My Family is Few;


MAJOR WIP

[SecondUNIT]

((Gonna save a spot here, f that is alright. I just need to remember this is here and hope that my computer does not crash when i post my form.))