A Time To Die || Wolf/Dog Roleplay || Open!

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T H E - S O L D I E R

N A M E :: "I don't know why you'd want to know my name, but if you must ask; it is Zevous. It's a weird name, even I can agree."
N I C K N A M E :: "I usually go by Zev. Easier on the tongue, and sounds a lot better if I do say so myself."
G E N D E R :: "Well, I would hope I do not look even remotely like a female... No offense. I'm a male."
A G E :: "I'm four years and a couple months. Not relatively on the older side, but I'm not so young anymore."
F A M I L Y :: "I only new my parents for a short time before they were murdered. I was about six months old when it happened, and I would rather not go into detail about that. They both were dogs, but had grown up with the remaining armies, so they were familiar with their ways. I had two sisters, but one was stillborn, and the other ran off after mother and father died. To this day, I don't know whether she is still breathing or not."
H I S T O R Y :: "Being born into this World Of War is definitely not something I would recommend, though unfortunately something you cannot choose. From the moment I took my first breath, my life has been a challenge. For you see, my mother had a high-risk expectancy, practically meaning that she was weak during the entire few months she was expecting her litter; which in turn, made my sisters and I very weak once born. Fortunately, I lived, whereas one of my sisters had not. It is sad to think about, despite no one ever knowing her as more than a fetus. Only my mothers depression lasted from her one of three pups dying though, except that's expected so everyone let her have her few months of grief. After this, she starting throwing herself in battles though, always picking fights when she could, which quickly got her killed; being not one of the strongest wolf. My father died days later trying to seek revenge. My remaining sister, only one month later, told me of her plans to run away. She wanted me to come with her, but I knew we wouldn't make it on our own. I knew the risks of staying as well, but we still had a better chance of surviving if we stayed with the army. She wouldn't listen to me though, and took off anyway, in the middle of the night; leaving me alone. Ever since then, I've put my heart and soul into training. At first it was a challenge, considering I wasn't exactly the largest of pups. But I've grown considerably, and have interacted in many battles against the rebels in my four years of life. I'd say I'm pretty good at what I do, if I do say so myself."
P E R S O N A L I T Y :: "I'm not very social, and would rather be out hunting or something to kill time. But when it comes to defense, I can say I'm rather loyal. And even though I'm no wolf and others have their doubts, I'm will-powered, and I don't give up easy."
L I K E S / D I S L I K E S :: "I wouldn't say I like to fight, but I'm good at it so. I like generally being by myself, and I like to hunt. Although, I'm not really good at it. I dislike wolves and or dogs that are way over confident, and I don't like when they feel the need to pick on the smaller or weaker of the species. I don't exactly like pushovers either."
F E A R S / P H O B I A S :: "I'm scared of death. Though, who really isn't? And even though during fights, you aim to kill; sometimes its just a churning feeling. Also, I'm greatly afraid of bears."
W E A K N E S S E S / S T R E N G T H S :: "Hunting. And I'm not so great at fighting against the faster kind of wolves, but I can take down someone of the same strength as I."
M A T E / P U P S :: "I used to have a mate, but she was killed by a bear. Right in front of my eyes, therefore, my phobia of bears."
L O O K S :: "I'm a darker-colored gray wolf and I have patches of white and lighter colored gray on my stomach and face. My eyes are a hazely-yellow color. I'm a fairly muscly wolf, and I'm no longer small and actually built with a large stature."

[ratsy]

{Accepted! And, yeah, we should. Dunno if there is enough rebel characters for an interaction between the two armies, but we can do something more nature-related? Also, I will actually post in a second, just doing this is a hurry.}

[Gabric]

{warning: I'm non experienced at RPing at all}
Cas||James Bond||Rebel Camp.
Cas suddenly woke up. He had another nightmare. He kept having the exact same one over and over. Each time, the rebels found out he was a spy and then he was forced to run on hot rocks forever. He had two border patrols today. He would lead one of them. He also volunteered to help elders and just around the camp. Looking at his plans he would not have time to meet with the leader of the Founders and share the information he gathered as he planned. Oh well, the leader would have to understand. He didn't have anything too important anyways.

[Sepia]

Twine Windern -- Founding Pack -- The Pacifist Healer
OOC Notes: What about a fire? That would shepherd both packs into one place. ^^ Since there aren't many rebels, would it be a good idea to allow us to have second characters, or just wait until people come along? Just a thought, considering the roleplay's going to be rather quiet if everyone's characters are all in the foundling pack.

Twine's eyes still lingered on the path as she watched the rest of the hunting party disappear into the trees. Anticipating the meal - for she had seen the nod from Mouse, and had responded with a further nod - she licked her lips; she had not eaten since she had returned from her gathering foray, and already her stomach was growling. Fresh, big game meat was something of a delicacy to the older wolf.
When she was sure they had disappeared long from sight - she couldn't see them anymore, but that was normal with her eyesight; she had to attempt to track them down with scent alone - Twine turned to the small cluster of leaves and herbs she had placed down in the hollow only moments before. Delicately, she picked one up and put it away from the main group, and then another into another category. In this way - muttering their names absentmindedly under her breath - she organised them into groups, according to severity of the wound. Herbs to combat small cuts and bruises went in one area, and then herbs and plants needed to stem the blood flow of a larger wound (or, to put them to everlasting sleep if nothing could be done), went into another area. In her mind's eye, she could remember doing this for the first time with the previous pack's healer, having been apprenticed to her that very same day. That had been eight or nine years ago now, wasn't it? And that healer had died in the battle they were still fighting to this day.
She sighed. They wouldn't listen to an older wolf like her, would they? Youngsters thought they were the heroes of their age; they wouldn't listen to some batty old healer. Twine knew that the second she stopped being useful, she'd probably be chased out, or worse - some didn't like caring for the weak.

[ratsy]

{That is a great idea! And yeah, I suppose since this is being rather quiet, second characters should be allowed. Didn't think I had enough character roles for that earlier, but I just wrote a few more.}
Mel :: The One Who Seeks Her Own Profit Only :: In The Forest:: Double Agent:: With: Mouse And Some Others ::
My paws hit the ground very quietly, but the hunting party, being pretty big, wasn't exactly silent. Oh, well, there went surprise. I'd have to drill it into their heads later: we needed to be much more quiet, but of course Rosemary was talking to Hawk and a few other wolves also couldn't keep their mouths shut. I mentally rolled my eyes. The hunting party, speaking the softest terms, was something I was embarrassed to admit I was in. I smelled the elk and froze, hoping others would, too. They, with some noise, did.
"Go for the weaker ones..." I hissed under my breath, and, this time, took lead. The elk were a large herd, and I mentally picked out the ones easier to kill.
"There is a wounded female, to your left. Probably can't that fast," I whispered, and, before Rosemary could contradict, tensed to jump at her.

[corgie]

[[ hello, i was wondering if she is alright for the leader? ]]

[ratsy]

{Yep, she is.}}

[corgie]

we'll be counting stars

name;;
C A L I S T A

Dreamin' about the things that could be

breed;; calista is an australian cattle dog x pembroke welsh corgi mix, she is a mutt.
gender;; calista is a female.
personality;; calista is very cold and reserved she doesn't often show emotions and is usually bored with most of her soldiers. she will respect and comment on them but she is happy she can command and lead, she has very good fighting skills and enjoys battling. she can make sharp turns and often runs with short bursts of speed, in the midst of battle she can usually help her soldiers get hope if they're losing. she can sometimes be inconsiderate or rude but deeply considers the feelings of others though she often doesn't act like she cares.
weakness;; calista doesn't have much stamina she more-so relies on the quick bursts of speed and though it works often, she doesn't always escape or make good battle moves with it. also with her size its difficult to beat larger targets.
phobia(s);; Ataxophobia- Fear of disorder or untidiness.

height;; about 11.5 inches
weight;; 23 pounds.
age;; 2.5 years
eyes;; calista has coffee brown eyes with are slightly larger than average and has a black outline almost like eyeliner around them.
other;; calista has a medium length tail with a slight curl to it.


pack;; dogs
rank;; the leader
status;; not very interested

everything that kills me makes me feel alive

[does the personality fit her right?? if not i can modify]

[ratsy]

Accepted.

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[Thanks for accepting me, sorry I'm so late on coming back to the rp lol. Been busy. Is there a certain place my character needs to start or does it not matter?]