Need Packers! Packs of the Brave, [semi-lit wolf RP]

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Artemis

The Night Is My Ally

.: The Basics :.

.: Username: Cerberus.
.: Name: Artemis
.: Nickname: Artemis
.: Age: 4 years
.: Gender: Female
.: Quote: If dawn has appeared, and you're still on the hunt, you won't be with us any longer.

.: Pack Stuff :.

.: Pack: Loner
.: Rank: Loner
.: Rank wanted: Alpha of a Pack


.: Appearance :.

.: Pelt: Black
.: Eyes: Grey
.: Height: Haven't measured

.: Love :.

.: Crush: None
.: Mate: None
.: Pups: None

.: Other :.

.: Theme Song:Can I miss this out please? type
.: Comments:'The barn owl has amazing hearing'

Artemis. Like the Greek Goddess. The Goddess of the Hunt.

I don't have time for brutes. There are wimpy fools.

That's even worse. Love is a myth.

I describe myself as hostile and brave. I have a ruthless streak, and I don't give in. That would show weakness, and strength means power. I am determined and quite cold among other wolves. My ferocious personality has got me quite far.

I was born to two happy wolves who hadn't a clue about the world. That got them murdered. So I lived on my own in the big, big forest. But I survived and it made me strong. It's been the same up to now, and I plan that to stay the same.

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[Argulor]

Accepted!

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Artemis

The Night Is My Ally

.: The Basics :.

.: Username: Cerberus.
.: Name: Artemis
.: Nickname: Artemis
.: Age: 4 years
.: Gender: Female
.: Quote: If dawn
has appeared,
and you're still
on the hunt,
you won't be
with us any
longer.

.: Pack Stuff :.

.: Pack: Loner
.: Rank: Loner
.: Rank wanted: Alpha
of a Pack


.: Appearance :.

.: Pelt: Black
.: Eyes: Grey
.: Height: Haven't
measured

.: Love :.

.: Crush: None
.: Mate: None
.: Pups: None

.: Other :.

.: Theme Song:Can I miss
this out please? type
.: Comments:'The barn owl
has amazing hearing'

Artemis. Like the Greek Goddess. The Goddess of the Hunt.

I don't have time for brutes. There are wimpy fools.

That's even worse. Love is a myth.

I describe myself as hostile and brave. I have a ruthless streak, and I don't give in. That would show weakness, and strength means power. I am determined and quite cold among other wolves. My ferocious personality has got me quite far.

I was born to two happy wolves who hadn't a clue about the world. That got them murdered. So I lived on my own in the big, big forest. But I survived and it made me strong. It's been the same up to now, and I plan that to stay the same.

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[Odesza]

ƒαυℓту ѕιяєηѕ
тнє ∂ιѕℓσуαℓ

» ƒяσηт αη∂ ¢єηтєя

ѕℓσωℓу ѕιηg уσυя мєℓσ∂у «

Name: Faulty Sirens.

Crush: No one.

Nickname: Either Fault or Siren. Depends who's talking.

Mate: No one.

Gender: It'd be a mistake, confusing him for something other than male.

Pups: Many, but cares for none.

Age: Three years and six months old. Young, but is not inexperienced.
Birth date: Summer, July 5, conceived around middle-end Spring.
Species: British Columbian wolf/Canis lupus columbianus
Rank: x

» ησω ι'м α ƒαт нσυѕє ¢αт «

Siren grew up in a pack that was very diverse. The wolves came in an abundance of body type, pelt colors,
and sizes. The pack was fully functional, positions and rules understood and followed by everyone that resided
with them. But, Siren started hanging out with a loner that lived on the territory lines when he was but a yearling,
and the wolf planted ideas in his head. Ideas of reality and perspective. Eventually, these ideas grew into actions,
and the male no longer wanted to abide by the alpha's rules, nor the rest of the packs. He challenged the alpha,
and ended up failing miserably. His life was spared, but the pack vowed if they ever saw him again, he'd be killed.

The male ran away, expecting to go off with the loner, only to find that they had fled the day before. By this
time, Siren was no longer called Siren, but he was called Fault. His poor decisions caused a more
bitter nickname to be derived from his formal name, and it hung over his shoulder the rest of his life. Due to
his newfound bitterness of others, Fault had no desire in mercy and warmth. He grew up cold and standoffish.

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Faulty Siren is very uncaring towards others. He doesn't use words lightly and isn't afraid to tell others what he
thinks about them. He's not one to stand down to anybody, whether the fight be unfair due to experience or
numbers. Unforgiving as he is selfish, he holds a giant grudge over the loner that caused him to lose his pack,
and attempts to kill or maim any that he comes across. With a bad attitude, the male walks through packs
territories as the loner did, trying to convert others to be cast-outs, hated by everyone.

» ∂ινιηg тσσ ∂єєρ ƒσя ¢σιηѕ

ι ωαѕ α qυι¢к-ωιт вσу «

Siren is thick-furred, but thins out significantly when it comes

Eye Color: Bright yellow.

to around his face. He has average strength, but his speed exceeds

Pelt Colors: Black, brown, white.

that. His pelt is a heavy combination of different shades of brown,

Scars/Disabilities: None known.

some lighter, and some darker. He carries himself easily, but while

Weight: 100 pounds, about average.

he may be fit for a wolf, he's not in his right mind. Some believe

Height: 24 inches, to the shoulder.

that he may be the slightest bit insane, but there's not proof of it.

Image © Original Owner
"Flightless Bird American Mouth" © Iron and Wine
Character, Form, Divider © Me

The barn owl has amazing hearing

[Argulor]

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[spade.]

» name; nanuk.
» gender; male.
» age; three years old.
» rank; omega in pack of the fire grass.

» personality;
nanuk is a wolf very reliant on the pack; there is little doubt that, without the pack, he would be unable to survive past an hour. he can be rather impertinent to certain members of the pack, or at least those he thinks himself stronger than. these wolves are usually boisterous teenagers, though - he would not have the courage to sass his alpha or beta. nanuk carries a flippant attitude towards situations others might consider deadly, and it is not unheard of for him to throw a sarcastic, biting remark here and there. honestly, however, nanuk is the embodiment of the 'all bark, no bite' saying, as he will submit at the slightest prospect of a confrontation, less that wolf be a rogue or loner, at which point he would, perhaps, snarl and nip before cowering away like the whip he is. consider him the 'cheerleader' of a fight - insulting the enemy and cheering on the team from a safe position on the sidelines. always up for a playfight, though, and a hunt, or even just a tumble in the river on a hot afternoon. nanuq in three words? diffident, sardonic, and... pupish.

» appearance;
nanuk is a lean wolf with a slim build and long legs, hardly built to be a good fighter. he is, however, made to be a good runner, and a good hunter when it comes to prey such as rabbits and the odd squirrel - small things, you see. being a fully-grown male without the muscle, though, is hardly advantageous for a wolf trying to survive in bitter environments, and was hence placed at the base of pack hierarchy. nanuk's form is covered with soft, black fur, thick and warm to the touch. random elements of his coat, such as the nape, cheeks, legs and rump, are a dark variant of grey as opposed to black, and are particularly only visible when in the sunlight. from seasons spring through to autumn, nanuk's fur is beneficial for camouflage when hunting prey, and he can even put up with the heat when it comes to providing for the pack. in winter, though, he sticks out like a crooked tail, but finds himself a degree or two warmer than his lighter-coated pack mates. nanuk has golden amber eyes which seem to glint almost threateningly from his dark pelt, although he really is a big softie. His hearing and sense of smell are as good as any wolf's, but an old injury has resulted in his left eye being near to blind. He can detect certain movements and shapes, but the eye lacks any distinct clarity. Consequently, his balance can be somewhat off, his left side is the most vulnerable in an attack, and he is more reliant on his other four senses.

» kin; sitka, brother [alive]; kavik, brother [alive].
» crush/ mate; none.

» name; massak.
» gender; male.
» age; five years years old.
» rank; alpha male of dökk pack.

» personality;
massak is a dark character with a dark soul, corrupted largely by his greed for power and vast amounts of territory. during his short reign as alpha, he has come to thirst for power over the wolven population, and is willing to go to any lengths in order to secure his position as alpha; some even claim he has begun to turn to supernatural lengths in order to gain his power. he is a tough and vindictive leader, and there is no clear distinction as to whether his pack members fear or revere him. he does have his loyal allies in the most senior members of his pack, who largely agree with his aims in the wolven hierarchy, and those are the wolves who benefit with seeing a kinder nature of massak's. for a brief moment, he happens to abandon his strict, almost-tyrannical reign and becomes a much more approachable wolf. in fact, as long as his wolves follow his orders and do not challenge his position, massak is an even-tempered wolf who, although somewhat fang-happy, trusts his pack. it is when disloyalty emerges that massak's temper shines through.

» appearance;
massak was a considerably handsome wolf in his younger days, with peculiarly distinguishable markings on his face. he has short, yet thick fur lining his physique, beneath which well-worked muscles are hidden. he has a strong physique, long legs and a powerful bite. he has an off-white undercoat which shows through on his underbelly and muzzle/ lower jaw, and a dark grey-brown overcoat which results in a mess of patterns along his back, legs and head. splashes of russet brown are perceivable at his nape, neck, ears and between his eyes. what is most noticeable about his coat, however, are the two 'stripes' on his cheeks, one beneath each eye. it gives him a rather threatening look, however, and is a fierce sight to behold when he is snarling. although not particularly old, massak's reign as a ruthless leader have resulted in a various number of scars over his body. though they do not appear to trouble him in any way, they do mar his appearance. he has scars on his muzzle, chest, and several nicks in his ear. he has also lost several teeth over the years, and a cracked canine, but it does not impair his fighting in any way.

» kin; tonraq, son [alive]; silla, son [alive].
» crush/ mate; none.

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[Sariee_Fairy]

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Mist
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

.: The Basics :.

.: Username: •Cryaotic•
.: Name: Mist
.: Nickname: Misty
.: Age: 3 Years Old
.: Gender: Fae (Female)
.: Quote:
"The wolf is neither man's competitor nor his enemy.
He is a fellow creature with whom the earth must be shared."

.: Pack Stuff :.

.: Pack: Pack of Obsidian.
.: Rank: Packer
.: Rank wanted: Content at the current moment.


.: Appearance :.

.: Pelt: Black, Grey with a hint of White.
.: Eyes: Like any other wolf, it is a hazel color.
.: Height: type

.: Love :.

.: Crush: Not at this current moment.
.: Mate: Currently Looking.
.: Pups: Would like some.

.: Other :.

.: Theme Song: N/A
.: Comments: Nope c:

"Why hello there, my name is Mist. You may call me Misty only if I permit it. You're probability wondering how I got this name don't you? Well, even if you don't I'll tell you anyways. It's my pelt color; sense my pelt color is a grey, white and black mix it kinda looks like a misty color. Therefore my mother had named me Mist, my mother was a black wolf and my father was a grey and white colored one.

"Pfft, me? Have a crush? No; not at this current moment. Clearly because there is no brutes that has caught my eye quite yet. I am also not looking, unless I happen to take interest but sadly none has taken that interest yet. Trust me, you'd know if I did."

"No mate either, I'm am looking though. But, no brutes has peeked my interest quite yet. I shall keep looking but I doubt I'll find any wolf at this current moment. but, I guess you never know."

Mist's personality is quite strange. I guess you could call her bipolar I guess. One minute she's happy go lucky but the next minute shes quite rude. She has a tendency to be sarcastic and snappy without thinking about it. She can be down to earth and sweet but it is very rare to see that. She hates lairs and doesn't trust many wolves, she only trusts her Alpha and Beta that's it. She /might/ trust someone else but they must gain it. She's not afraid to show her opinion and will kill when she truly knows it's right. She stands up for other wolves and likes to spend time to her self a lot but rarely gets to do so. She hates to admit it but, she's terrible at keeping crushes and other things like that in. It doesn't matter how big the crush is they always find out.

Mist had a pretty good life I guess, her mother and father had pretty good ranks therefore she was pretty content. But, the worst part for her was conversing and playing with the other pups. She would rather enjoy playing by herself or spending time with the elders. Doing so; she was tormented and made fun of for not including herself in any activity's. Being the way she is she would never let that get to her and always tried to act like she didn't care about the others but, it was very hard. She had a tendency to adventure by herself and get into trouble and made fun of even more. When she became 2 she wanted to become a loner and therefore she did. But, being a loner can be hard so she joined the Obsidian Pack and right now she is pretty happy.

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Toby
When you look into my eyes, what do you see? A hideous monster, no one could bear? Or perhaps someone you could love?

.: The Basics :.

.: Username: •Cryaotic•
.: Name: Toby
.: Nickname: N/A
.: Age: 3 Years Of Age
.: Gender: Brute (Male)
.: Quote: How lonely is the night without the howl of a wolf.

.: Pack Stuff :.

.: Pack: Fire Grass
.: Rank: Packer
.: Rank wanted: Content with his rank.


.: Appearance :.

.: Pelt: Toby has a grey pelt.
.: Eyes: Like any other wolf; hazel.
.: Height: type

.: Love :.

.: Crush: N/A
.: Mate: Currently Looking
.: Pups: Couldn't care.

.: Other :.

.: Theme Song: N/A
.: Comments: Nope c:

"Hi, I'm Toby. You're wondering about my name? Well, if you must know; my name was given to me by my father. Sense my mother had passed away when she was given birth to me and my sibling's. Strangely enough my father bothered with us, and named us all and helped us...well, somewhat I guess. So ugh, you happy now?"

Toby currently has no crush sense he isn't looking at the moment. "The reason I don't have a crush is because crushes means weakness and I don't like the feeling of being weak toward something like that. That and I just don't see any wolf that has caught my eye."

"Well, I'm just not interested in finding a mate at this current moment. It makes me laugh to me that I would have a mate. Well..it would be nice to have someone who loves me but who cares? I certainty don't."

Toby is very bipolar, one minute he can be happy the next he can be feisty. He is very sly and doesn't show much emotion around other wolves. Maybe a few but not many, he can be very down to earth. He isn't afraid to share his opinion and can be quite loud. He doesn't think before he speaks sometimes, he is also very rude and sarcastic around wolves he doesn't like. But, once you get to know him he is very nice and sweet. He can be quite flirty around the faes and very romantic around them as well. He doesn't normally rebel against the higher ranks and respects his Alpha.

Ever since Toby was a pup he loved to play with the other pups. But, he was always a little bit to rough with them and someone would get hurt. So, he hardly played with them and got into more trouble with his anger. Being on his own more and more he finally left and lived his life as a loner. He joined and left packs and fought with other loners all the time, it was really hard but he got through it. Finally he joined the Fire Grass Pack and is feeling quite content at this current moment. He tries to control his anger around others. And is very grateful to be in a pack were he is respected and he respects others.

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