ＷＩＬＤ ＷＡＲ ll Semi-Lit Wolf RP ll Open

[Dalliance,]

♛ ＲＡＹＮＥ

тнє вσяη вєтα

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I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting til' the wars won,
I don't care if heaven
won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe,
just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.

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➽ Hello there my little love's. I'd like to let you know that my name is Rayne. But not like the weather rain. As it is spelt differently.I dont really have a nick name but i guess you could call me Ray? I dont really mind what you call me as long as it is nothing rude. I am now an age of 3 and a half years. I guess i may seem young to be a beta. But i am confident of where i am in the pack. I am also in Poison pack. I am happy to be in this pack. I know that we are on out last warning with River pack. I really want to stay alliances with these wolves but if it really comes to it i will fight and defend my pack and not look as river pack as our friends anymore.



➽ I guess my body type... Is umm.. I am elegant if that helps. I like to do things carefully. I know i can be rough when it needs to be but i am mostly soft and gentle. But i can sometimes forget what im doing. I think that is my problem i dont remember things very well. So if i do one thing and not the other that you have asked me to do then you might need to remind me. Hehe. I am quite large for my age and i know i have a beautiful white coat but some wolves get me mixed up whether i am a brute or fae. But i am absolutely 100% a fae. No doubt about it. My eyes are a very dark yellow but light brown. I dont really know how to explain it. But there kind of yellow i guess. Maybe hazel is the right word to use. As i said before i have a white coat. With no markings just white all over like the snow. I guess i'd be really good at hunting in the snow as no prey could see me. Haha.



➽ Her personality is hers. No one else will have one like her. Maybe similar but not the same. She is shy and likes to keep to herself. Well she grew up alone with no siblings so she is used to be by herself and she quite likes it. She likes to go off and think. Think about whatever, day dream or just look up at the sky. Its her time. Being alone, is hers and no one will ruin that.As she is sweet she doesn't really like to get into trouble and keeps her mouth mostly shut. She never speaks in rudeness and usually only nods her head or shakes it.She doesn't like to talk as anyone might take it the wrong way and get offended. But as she is quite she is sweet and kind and tries never to be mean. The only time she would be mean was in a fight. When she finds a good enough friend she will start to cheer herself up. She is actually very nice and funny. She is not quite around her friends and can say what she likes. Just some wolves that she doesn't know. She is really nice and she is perfect. But not her looks. Just her kind personality. She is a hard worker. And she listens alot. She isn't a great fighter but she is good enough to win a fight when needed. She is quite ruff.



➽ She doesn't really like to talk about her history as it makes her upset. She usually takes her time out of the day to reflect on it. She also isn't keen to tell other people about her history, as they would think she was a baby and they would probably take the Micky out of her.She has been a loner for all her life and has only know known what it was like to live in a pack. She finds it hard to try and work together with other wolves as she spent her life fighting them. To protect herself. She has been a loner all of her life because she was born that way. She was born as a loner. Now that is no way for a wolf to be born. Her mother was chased out of the pack and banished. She didn't understand why as her mother didn't get time to tell her that. After giving birth to Rayne. She did most things to protect her and to make sure she was ok. Until one day , when they were trying to find some meat. They went a little bit to far and they could hear dogs and gun shots. Rayne; to young to understand. Stayed with her mother. "Go! Rayne GO!" Her mother shouted. But Rayne wouldn't shift. She stood still with her mother afraid to move away from her side. They got closer and eventually her mother had to make her run. They ran and ran but the dogs had already picked up there scent. Her mum knew that the dogs had found them as she could hear there howls in the distance. She shoved Rayne into a hedge and carried on running. She had to slow down after a while as she had bad legs and she couldn't run for long on them. She could soon hear the warm breath of the dogs on her back. She could also her the pounding of hooves behind her. Then the gun shot and got her directly in the chest. She fell over herself. And lay half dead on the floor. She closed her eye and tear fell down from it and landed on her cheek. She then died. After Rayne was sure the dogs had gone she chased after them but keeping her distance away so she wouldn't get caught.She found her mother soon and found the teardrop dried on her fur. She sat with her mother until night. She cried and then decided to leave. Just in case the dog ever came back. She licked her mothers muzzle and then ran away.



➽ Love Life.. Hmm .. Well, i dont really have a crush, There's not really any brutes that have caught my eye yet. I like to keep my crushes to myself. And i am not someone to tell everyone my secrets. Umm, i've never really had a crush as i was brought up as a loner and didn't see many other wolves apart from my mother. I dont have a mate either but i'd really like to have one as i'd like to be taken care of and stuff. But i can wait a while as i am still young and free. And i also want pups but i think everyone wants pups somewhere in the life.

[jormungandr]

[ didn't see this till now, hope Alpha far hadn't been taken:)]

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> > ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ
deers&& here! You can just call me deer c:

> > ＮＡＭＥ
'My name is Winter. I got called Winter for my white pelt, obviously, surprisingly i was grey at birth.'

> > ＧＥＮＤＥＲ
Female

> > ＡＧＥ
'4 years old. i can't go in detail about the months though'
4 years and 3 months

> > ＰＡＣＫ
'Wayra pack, born and raised'
Wayra Pack, born there, although her mother was no part of it.

> > ＲＡＮＫ
(if its possible, could Winter be Alpha Female?)

> > ＣＲＵＳＨ
'this shouldn't be shared!'
Winter has a crush on Koda

> > ＭＡＴＥ
'I'm looking, i guess'
formerly a wolf known as Trench

> > ＰＵＰ/Ｓ
'Really? not now!'
none

> > ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
'I do not care for such question. The wolves can love or hate me, it doe not bother me'

Winter is quite blunt with her conversations. Sparking such a long and lengthy conversation is hard now, she does not like them. She is used to short and to-the-point commands after becoming leader. Although, if her nagging expectations cease, she may be interested in a deep conversation with her beta's, rarely her pack members. She doe not see it as cold for herself not to stumble into a thoughtful chat with the omegas or pack members, her position keeps her in a state of guiding them, she is too busy focusing on that and not the desire for a topic of conversation. Along side her trait of being blunt, some choose to view her as cold. She does not spend time to dawdle with new pups that have arrived, and will rarely leave her command duties to see them. She can be found checking over wolves, asking if they are alright, despite having no interest in the question or the answer. Winter can sometimes be depicted as dull, her eyes never shimmer as they have. The life of war and travelling has taken all the happiness that resided in her. She is not viewed as a delightful wolf as she has these qualities, but she was never born with such personality, her history changed her into the shell she is now. She is only a cold case for what was once a wolf loved by many for her kindness.

She was once a happy fae beginning her life as the Alpha's daughter. She had been chosen to take over a growing pack. She was happy for her future of taking a high position, the highest. but it was at that moment her life changed. Her mate she had chosen went out hunting only to be found by a bear. Wolves and bears hardly ran into each other in her books, so such interaction was new and surprising to both her mate and the bear. The bear became fearful as the other wolves came closer, beckoning for him to leave the creature alone, and it took its opportunity. It reared up and puffed its chest, her mate was lost for words. he stumbled back and started to ran towards his clan-mates, but the bear crushed him. The others fled the creature, returning with no prey, only sad news. She learnt not to get attached as easily as she had. she became the stone-cold creature she is now.

> > ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ
'Something too sad to tell'

As said in her personality, she was once happy. Her eyes shimmered with joy and she was willing to talk lengthy conversations. She was bright and especially lit up like the sun near her mate, Trench. He was a brown wolf with a rugged coat the hung low. He was charming to her, and she adored him as he adored her. One tragic night her mate was crushed by a bear that was scared. She disappeared that night with the alphas looking for her. Her paws had dragged her along to the river. she dipped her paws in it and sulked, grief-stricken over the news. She lifted herself up once more and trudged to the tree near her, swiping with claws unsheathed. it struck the hard wood oak and made nice grooves, but her paw still hurt from impact.she sung another hit, dived and jumped, scraping down this time. Her anger flowed nicely from her paws, attacking the tree as she was now.

every night until her duty was to guide the clan as Alpha, Winter's paws guided her to that spot ad she scraped them on the tree, digging and digging deeper into its protective, wooden case. She took her faring anger ut on the tree, her mind keeping her from turning and finding the bear. It was the night she had cut her paw on a near branch that her father passed, handing such position to her. The clan were fearful, they had not seen much of her, she had busied herself in her work and free time, not socializing any more.
w.i.p

> > ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ
'Simple, really. A white wolf with brown eyes'

Winter is as simple as her name. She has a sleek and well-kept white pelt that have hints of grey near her paws and tail. She has a muscular build that she shrugs off as being her 'fluffy pelt'. She woks on her attacks, mainly focusing on sneaking without noise and approaching to the silent and deadly kill. But she sometimes blows her steam off with brutal attacks to strengthen her once weak muscles.

Her eyes are quite long, although only recognizable by looking carefully and comparing. She has dark brown eyes that have a lighter hazel in the middle, something form her mother.

[Pandle]

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n a m e :: Cóte

g e n d e r :: Female

a g e :: Four

p a c k :: Wayra

r a n k :: Pack member



p e r s o n a l i t y :: A childhood spent amongst her progenitors, the colleen values bonds of unyielding trust, as such the dame takes a merciless approach to those who breech her credence. Artful in her mannerisms, Cóte is a femme fatale of uncompromising humour, her mirth is sharp to balance the temper within her shadowed form; it would take a fool to vex this fatale. Although she years to learn of what became of her siblings, her loyalty lies within Wayra's numbers and her dedication can flair potential conflicts to any murmur of wavering affections. Despite this, the impish fae is swift with laughter and kindness though her determination, petulance and cantankerousness should prey in the minds of her foes.

h i s t o r y :: Pause the thought. In the still, in the silence, between the dead is where she paces. Nosing the formations in the chill of each breath, reeling from the fight her lenses sought a friend and found a foe. Sinking into waiting paws, one life exchanged anew; four bodies, kin of the mother, existing in the natural order. The eldest, Sarrin, a dame of ochre fibres and brutish stature, would go forth to wreck mayhem and chaos yonder the horizon. The second, a being of melanoid, captured the tranquillity of death within the samba of her beating drum. The colleen rose amongst her brethren; Sarrin, Darius and Ophelia, their father a tutor and being of determination. Brought to value independence, Cóte and her brother Darius ventured from their kinships in search of futures gleaming with abundance. Yet their roaming desires carried them two separate ways; nomadic boots directed Darius eastward with the rising sun whereby Cóte traipsed forth into the looming ridge of mountainous peaks.

l i k e s :: Fighting for matters close to heart, company, slipping through the undergrowth in the black of night.

d i s l i k e s :: Liars, summer days and hunting for fish.



c r u s h :: Nobody

m a t e :: No one

p u p / s :: None



c o l o r :: Largely onyx with fibres of grey and white mixed in along her limbs.

m a r k i n g s :: Tarnished flecks of pearl spiral up her hind pillars, the marble slippers elegant additions to her forepaws. A slender, slither of furless flesh rises upward from her right eye; a scar from a battle that rang the end of en era and the beginning of a new.

e y e s :: Sapphire

g e n e r a l :: Tall is the raven dame, absolute obsidian plaguing her lithe form. Cerulean pits are welded into her fine visage, cunning against the canvas of vortex. Allow no fear to cross her sapphires, for hesitance is not known by the daring vixen. Gleaming ivories are revealed as kissers pull back to release a snarl, the chilling sound to send spasms down the enemy’s back.

[GrayStar51]

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n a m e :: Northern ;; "Most call me North."

g e n d e r :: Male ;; "I'm a brute, make no mistake."

a g e :: 6 years ;; "I'm older than I look."

p a c k :: Loner ;; "I haven't settled down yet, I'm new here."

r a n k :: No rank ;; "Not until I find a pack for me."



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Northern is an intelligent brute, often speaking in riddles or rhymes. He is keen to learn, and is quite passive. Not that he doesn't enjoy a good fight, he simply prefers to avoid one if possible. He uses his clever wit to get him out of trouble when his pride and big mouth throws him into the fire. He is a smooth, rather flirty fellow, mostly to make up for his loner life. Whenever he came across a female during his wanderings, he would always try to catch her attention. Two is so less lonely than one. He really is lonely, even if he hides it. He simply wants to belong somewhere.

h i s t o r y :: Northern was born into a very small pack, only five or six wolves. He was born during a blizzard from the north, and being born white, his mother named him after the Northern Storm. Northern grew up with the only wolf that had wandered in and out of the pack a few times, an elder named Shima. The old brute would share stories of his days as a loner when he returned. The alpha's didn't mind, as long as he came back. Many of the wolves respected Shima to much to cast him out into the snow on his own. With the knowledge passed down from the elder, Northern grew to become the smartest wolf in his pack. When Shima died, he left. His mother had new pups, and there was no place or purpose in the pack for him. Every other litter from that winter died, he was the odd teenager without any friends his own age. He left, wandering south. He joined and left pack after pack, searching for the one pack he truly belonged in. He never found it, the perfect pack for him would have the perfect girl for him.

l i k e s :: Winter, Elders, faes, rain, snow, cold

d i s l i k e s :: summer. heat, dry, being alone, being disrespected.



c r u s h :: petrova ;; "Enchanted from the moment I saw her, not that she would return my affections."

m a t e :: Single. ;; "Don't worry, I'm still available ladies."

p u p / s :: None. ;; "I wish!"



c o l o r :: Light Cream ;; "I was white as a pup, now I'm turning yellow."

m a r k i n g s :: None ;; "No battle scars visible under all this fluff."

e y e s :: Dark brown ;; "How would I know?"

g e n e r a l :: Lightweight, lithe, tall. ;; "I'm not the strongest, but I'm fast."

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ａｌｌ [b]Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ[/b] ｉｓ Ｉ [b]ｂｅｌｏｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ[/b]"[/color][/size]
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> > ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ
Panherc, but I plan on changing it seasonally. (Halloween, Thanksgiving, St.Patrick's, Christmas, etc.)

> > ＮＡＭＥ
"N-Natasha, or Nicole. Wolves call me both- a-and also o-omega. But, my real name is Natasha."

> > ＧＥＮＤＥＲ
"Female, fae..."

> > ＡＧＥ
"I-I'm rather young, 1 year and 3 m-months..."

> > ＰＡＣＫ
"Quidel, a-and I don't really w-want to be a part of the W-Wayra Pack..."

> > ＲＡＮＫ
"I'm omega, I bet y-you can tell why..."

> > ＣＲＵＳＨ
"Um, D-Drake is k-kinda cute... And nice."

> > ＭＡＴＥ
"No mate, but hopefully some day."

> > ＰＵＰ/Ｓ
"N-nope."

> > ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
Natasha is very sweet and friendly, but submits to almost anyone and/or anything. She is gullable, and rather easy to scare- she yelps even if a leaf falls on her back. But, back to my point, she if friendly and loves to help- she has some pretty good ideas that she just doesn't share because she thinks lowly of herself.

> > ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ
"T-the pack found me as a p-pup, but my adoptive mother died... A-at least that was three months ago, so I-I'm old enough."

> > ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ
Friendly, very shy, skittish, smarter and better than she gives herself credit for, pure creamy white pure and light, icy-blue eyes. Her nose is a pinkish-brown, and she stands out in summer and sometimes autumn.

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> > ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ
Panherc

> > ＮＡＭＥ
Aaron

> > ＧＥＮＤＥＲ
"Male, and also known as a brute. You think I'm a fae? I WILL RIP YOU TO PIECES!!!"

> > ＡＧＥ
"3 years. Not bad, might I say myself."

> > ＰＡＣＫ
"Wayra, and very proud."

> > ＲＡＮＫ
"Well, I'm just a pack member, but I sure wouldn't mind being Alpha Male or at least Beta Male."

> > ＣＲＵＳＨ
"I don't know... I like Winter, but also Snitch. Than again, Kite is rather cool- and pretty."

> > ＭＡＴＥ
[size=85"No mate, but hopefully some day."[/size]

> > ＰＵＰ/Ｓ
"Naw, but I like them. They keep the pack going, and lift their spirits."

> > ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
Aaron means 'Gladiator' in Greek. And boy does that suit him!!! He is very observant, and almost knows your next move. He is great at fighting- seriously, you don't want to battle him. He is vicious when in battle- he makes a move a milisecond after his last. But, out of battle, Aaron is quite the flirtacious brute around faes he likes. He is, what some say, 'a ladies man'. Aaron is very, very loyal to his pack, and would kill himself for their sake. He is cunning and very smart.

> > ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ
"Nothing much. I grew up in the pack, and here I am."

> > ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ
"Aaron's design is simple, and yet very detailed and hard to explain. Look at his profile picture, and imagine the rest of his pelt. Now, his body structure is rather bulky. He is also very muscular, and has 10/10 senses."

~Still might make more. ouo~

ｉ ｕｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｉｔｅ ｍｙ ｔｏｎｇｕｅ ａｎｄ ｈｏｌｄ ｍｙ ｂｒｅａｔｈ
ｓｃａｒｅｄ ｔｏ ｒｏｃｋ ｔｈｅ ｂｏａｔ ａｎｄ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｍｅｓｓ
ｓｏ ｉ ｓａｔ ｑｕｉｅｔｌｙ， ａｇｒｅｅｄ ｐｏｌｉｔｅｌｙ
ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ ｔｈａｔ ｉ ｆｏｒｇｏｔ ｉ ｈａｄ ａ ｃｈｏｉｃｅ
ｉ ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｐｕｓｈ ｍｅ ｐａｓｔ ｔｈｅ ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ ｐｏｉｎｔ
ｉ ｓｔｏｏｄ ｆｏｒ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ，
ｓｏ ｉ ｆｅｌｌ ｆｏｒ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ

Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｂ Ａ Ｓ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｎａｍｅ， ｗｏｌｆ
"Hello. My name is Akira, pleasure meeting you!"
"Yes, Akira speaks of the truth. Her name is Akira, and she has no other names."

ｓｏｕｎｄｓ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ ｎａｍｅ． ｄｏｅｓ ｉｔ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ
"Well, um, I'm not exactly sure. It sounds like it does, though.
"Yes, her name does have a meaning- In fact, it has many meanings! In Japanese, it can mean; morning sun, to look beautiful, shine, glow, crystal ball, excel, excellent, outstanding, to brighten, glow, shine, to treat someone, entertain someone, dawn, daybreak... And many other meanings. It is quite the special name, hmm?"

ｓｏｒｒｙ ｔｏ ａｓｋ， ｂｕｔ ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
"Well, that is a bit offensive... I am a female, otherwise known as a fae."
"Yes, she is a fae. But if you call her a brute, she will suddenly become very mad... And that is a rare thing that happens, her getting mad. So, please, take a closer look at her and any other wolf before you ask that.."

ｈｏｗ ａｂｏｕｔ ｙｏｕｒ ａｇｅ
"Well, you're getting rather personal... Oh well. I am 3 years young. A young adult, aye."
"Might want to tune it down a bit... Yes, Akira is 3 years young, and as she said a young adult."

ｅｖｅｒｙ ｗｏｌｆ ｈａｓ ａ ｂｒｅｅｄ． ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒｓ， ａｋｉｒａ
"Hm. Glad you asked! I am very certain that I am a Great Plains Wolf."
"Beautiful breed, hm?"

name;; Akira
gender;; female, fae
age;; 3 years
breed;; Great Plains Wolf

Ｄ Ｉ Ｇ Ｇ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｄ Ｅ Ｅ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｏｓｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ， ｙｏｕｎｇ ｗｏｌｆ
"Well, it is a pretty, rosy pink- sort of the colour of a human's blush."
"Ah, what a cute nose she has. It is almost always moist, making it shimmer in any light."

ｈｏｗ ａｂｏｕｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ
"I'm sorry, but I can't help but think that you might be colour blind. Please forgive me, but you are looking right into my eyes as you ask... My eyes are a very light yellowish-green colour, and a caramel-brown surrounds my pupil. Surrounding my iris is a very dark brown."
"She gives nice, detailed descriptions, doesn't she?"

ｙｏｕｒ ｐｅｌｔ ｍｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｇｏｒｇｅｏｕｓ ｃｏｌｏｕｒｓ
"Aww, thank you!!! Although, I must admit, my pelt is rather plain... My base colour is brown, and that surrounds my whole body. On the bottom half of my muzzle, and all around my under-pelt area is a creamy white that can also qualify as a very, very, very light brown. Under and over my eyes are that creamy colour, with speckles of brown and grey- NOT AGING GREY!!! Natural greys are in my coat. There are some fur strips that contain black on my body... Just look at my profile picture at the top, you can imagine the rest of my body, can't you?"
"Her pelt looks simple, but truly isn't all that simple... Heh."

ｓｏｕｎｄｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ａｎ ａｃｃｅｎｔ， ｂｕｔ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｑｕｉｔｅ ｆｉｇｕｒｅ ｉｔ ｏｕｔ
"Glad you asked, lassie!!! Although, I must be honest, I have no clue whatsoever... To me, my voice is normal and others sound... Well, very strange."
"Akira has a rather strong Scottish Accent. It's weird, but hey, that's what she got!!!"

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅｉｇｈｔ
"I think I'm 2 or 3 feet tall..."
"You are about 3 feet tall, Akira."

ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｍｉｎｄ ｍｙ ａｓｋｉｎｇ， ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｗｅｉｇｈｔ
"Well... Um, I don't know..."
"Can't blame her. Wolves have no technology. Akira is 98.6 pounds."

nose colour;; pink
eye colour;; a yellowish green, with brown surrounding her pupil
pelt colour;; various shades of brown and a creamy white, with spots of black and grey
accent;; rather scottish-sounding
height;; 3 feet tall
weight;; 98.6 pounds

Ｋ Ｎ Ｏ Ｗ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｂ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ

ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ｌｉｋｅ， ｗｏｌｆ
"Well... I guess I can say it....?

personality;; loyal, bubbly, obedient, sweet, gentle, caring, dominant, rarely but sometimes flirty (when the time is right)
history;; long story...
rank;; Beta Female
wanted rank;; Alpha Female
theme song;; Ｒ Ｏ Ａ Ｒ ~ ｋａｔｉｅ ｐｅｒｒｙ
pack;; Quidel
strengths;; fighting, attacks, out-smartening, sometimes flirting
weaknesses;; not the best at hunting, sometimes smiles when lying (very rare for her to, but when needed)

crush;; Koda
mate;; none
pups;; none
family;; her pack!

~Akira's form is half-finished, but still a wip. It contains a good section of her information...
I will create another male for Quida later, and a female and male for Wayra. Is Akira accepted so far? ^^'~

~On iPad, can't make and more~

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n a m e :: "I am called Phantom, I am called Ghost... I have many names, but none know my real name- and that is Rogue. Suitable, hm?"

g e n d e r :: "If you weren't blind, you would notice, but I am a brute- call me female, a fae, petite... Anything like that, and you'll lose a life."

a g e :: "I'm a good 4 years."

p a c k :: "Pack?! Hah! Packs are for wimps- for those who seek comfort daily and want to live a soft life. You want to live a good life, live the life of a rogue. I'm not a part of the Quidel pack, but I live in their territories for the fun of it."

r a n k :: "Loner, rogue... Whatever you want to call it. I live alone."



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Phantom/Ghost/Rogue is very solitary, and enjoys being alone. He is a trickster- smart, devious, hard to please. The brute is hard like a rock, and expects you to work for his good side. It is almost impossible to make him feel bad for you or anyone, and he is rather disrespectful and arrogant.

Later, though, after the pack finds him and if he falls in love, he will become very flirtacious, sweet, and gentle. Rogue will give sympathy for others, and learn the lesson of loyalty.

h i s t o r y :: "I have lived a long, good life if I think about it, but nothing is really interesting other than the fact that when I was young I used to have a mate, but when she was killed I ran off from my pack and my lead-rank as alpha. I haven't been seen since than, and I have heard that my nickname is mainly Phantom, some call me Ghost."

l i k e s :: Being alone, attacking, hunting, night

d i s l i k e s :: Company, not attacking, being hungry or thirsty, making mistakes



c r u s h :: "I have no crush!"

m a t e :: "Don't make me sick..."

p u p / s :: "Never... In a million... YEARS!"



c o l o u r :: Rogue is an ordinary dark-ish brown with caramel tints, and grey streaks through his fur as well as black.

m a r k i n g s :: None, other than a scar on his right shoulder and three across his left eye.

e y e s :: rather grey like colours.

g e n e r a l :: Mainly a brown coat with caramel tints and grey and black streaks all over, with grey eyes. He has a long scar across his right shoulder, and three shorter ones across his left eye- not his eyeball, though.

[pumpkin.]

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n a m e :: the name of this wolf is one not commonly heard. since birth, this fae has been called ludicra.
her name is latin for the word "playful". other wolves do call her ludicra, but others may call her luda or ludi.

g e n d e r :: this wolf happens to be a female; she's never been anything more or less. she can produce pups
and I don't believe it would be natural for a male to do that, don't you agree? ludicra is a fae, and always will be.

a g e :: not necessarily young, not necessarily old, ludicra is four years old at the current time. despite her age,
she tends to act more like a pup than anything, at times, so some find it hard to believe her age, but it's true.

p a c k :: ludicra is a proud member of the quidel wolf pack. despite not originating from decedents of the pack
& originally holding the rank of "loner", she's grown attached to the pack & its members & has no doubts on her loyalties.

r a n k :: ludicra is a regular, everyday pack member. except for the fact that she's the life of the party. ludi has no
grudge towards her ranking; she feels it's more than she deserves. she doesn't understand why others want to be alpha.



p e r s o n a l i t y :: as her name suggests, ludicra is a very immature, playful wolf. her exuberant personality
often makes other wolves see her as... well, considerably weak. it's hard for her to remain serious in stressful situations, as
her personality has a reflex that makes her want to brighten another's day. so, if it's dead silent and you can hear a pin drop
she'll more than often start giggling. despite this, there is a chance ludicra can be as solemn as stone, or at least it's a
possibility when she feels it's needed. she makes caution not to aggravate others with her repetitive cheerfulness, as she
recognizes that some members of her pack aren't quite sociable. she picks her way around conversations like she would
pieces of glass, except in this case she's more careful not to step on anyone's tail. as far as everyone else knows, ludicra
is as buoyant as could be; nothing could dampen her mood. but, really, no one should judge a book by its cover. never.
what no one realizes is that under that wolfish grin [very punny, pumpkin c:] there's an insecure mess. for, as the quote
goes, "I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." even if she doesn't show it, ludicra is doubtful towards whatever action
she takes and whatever phrase she speaks of. most of the time, if speaking to higher authority, she wants to dart off
with her tail hidden between her legs. but, that doesn't happen; she wouldn't want to ruin her reputation, would she?

h i s t o r y :: ludicra was once in another pack, one that has long since been swept away by the wind. her
mother was beta female, at the time, and her father was an omega. the two, luna and grover, were an unlikely pair.
maybe that's why they never actually came out about their relationship. you see, ludicra's mother was a very proud
fae, and would rather die than be caught with the lowest omega of the pack. when she found out she was expecting
grover's pups, she just ditched him, leaving him in the dust. by the time ludicra and her siblings were born, luna had
already taken another male, the beta male, walker, as her mate. as far as ludicra knew, walker was her biological
father. while growing up in the pack, though, grover had always been her best friend. he made sure she and her
siblings, amazone [female] and onyx [male], were protected and safe. alas, when ludicra was no less than a year
old, grover couldn't take it any longer. he confronted luna and walker, exclaiming the truth about his pups; but
who would believe such a pitiful, ragged omega? even if no one believed such "lies", luna couldn't risk it and chased
grover out of the pack. ludicra never saw him afterwards, not even once. no less than a year later, luna was killed
in a battle against another pack. but that wasn't even the worst part; ludicra unknowingly fell in love with the male
that had killed her mother. she was completely and utterly lovestruck for so long, creeping towards the border of
the two packs, just hoping to catch a glimpse of the brute. when she finally did meet him, it hadn't been under the
right circumstances; she and amazone had been out hunting when they accidentally chased their prey over the border.
venturing in just a few feet couldn't be so bad, could it? wrong. the male, birch, abruptly attacked ludicra, pinning her
against the forest floor while her sister fled [that's a great sister you have there, ludicra]. birch let her free, but not
before leaving a gnarly scar hooking down her hind leg. despite this, ludicra couldn't get over the male. all she could
do was watch helplessly as the male took a mate-- but it wasn't just any fae. it was amazone, her sister. of course,
when the time came, ludicra wasn't shocked. amazone was amazingly... perfect. with her long, graceful limbs, minty
green eyes and mousy brown pelt, she was just utterly gorgeous. but watching them together was mentally impossible
for ludicra. amazone, of course, moved over to the other pack; ludicra left her own pack shortly after when she figured
out her sister was expecting birch's pups. she offered for her brother, onyx, to come with her, but he refused, stating
that the pack wouldn't be able to survive if they lost even more wolves. ludicra continued on and found the quidel pack.

l i k e s ::
-- feeling loved.
-- pups.
-- fooling around.
-- hunting.
-- water.
-- basically everything.

d i s l i k e s ::
-- broken hearts.
-- fighting & death.
-- growing attached.



c r u s h :: to her growing terror, ludicra is beginning to realize that she's slowly growing an interest in koda,
the alpha male of the pack. she just tries not to acknowledge it, let alone mention it to another wolf of the pack.

m a t e :: ludicra doesn't exactly believe there's a chance for that, so no, there's no mate involved in this
story. she'd like one in the future, but she's far too fearful to make a move towards the possibility. so, no mate.

p u p / s :: ludicra absolutely adores pups; she plays with them any chance she gets. she has none of her own
but someday she would absolutely love to raise pups of her own. hopefully it'll occur someday in the future.



c o l o r :: ludicra is more of a dirty cream color. the bottom half of her is a fluorescent white color, while
the upper half of her is a pale, mousy brown color. her paws are also the same brown color as her upper half.

m a r k i n g s :: the horrid scar birch left to taunt her is still there, lingering on her left hind leg. there's
also a rather large nick in her right ear from when luna was aggravated with her and began picking a fight.

e y e s :: ludicra's eyes are a pale, misty baby blue color, unlike amazone's. she received the color from grover
as everyone else in her family, walker included, had green eyes. she still wonders how she came out with blue.

g e n e r a l :: ludicra is a very petite, fragile wolf, so she's not exactly fit for fights. despite this, she's more
nimble and lithe than most others, making for an excellent hunter and sly agility; she's also light on her paws.


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[canis,]

All are accepted. }}

[Vumit]

((i know you don't have it as a proper rank, but would it be okay if i made a loner? it's fine if not, i'll make a wolf of a different rank.))

[lvxe]

Reserve

[~Neko Ears~]

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n a m e :: "My name is Ella.:

g e n d e r :: "I am a male."

a g e :: "I am 2 years old, a little young yes, but I am quite mature."

p a c k :: "I am in the Quidel Pack."

r a n k :: "Beta male?"



p e r s o n a l i t y :: "I consider myself as level minded, I know how and when to use knowledge and violence. To do this I must require patience, and indeed I am. I am very patient and will wait until the ends of time if it was important. I can't say the same about when I am angry, yes. Even the person with the most patience gets angry, when I am angry I shut the world out. I am quietly thinking the way out, I do not like bothering anyone with my problems. This not only gets me in trouble sometimes but can cause problems between me and my friends. Being sad is another thing, depression plagues me and when I am depressed I am useless. I will just lay there, wishing and waiting to be happy again. Lucky this only happens every so often so no worries of it interfering with my life too much."

h i s t o r y :: "Ever since I was a young pup I have had a close relationship with my father, my mother had 5 more pups to tend too so I wasn't always the center of her attention. As soon as I was old enough my father taught me everything I needed to know, hot to hunt, how to swim, how to survive. Though the most important thing he taught me was how to be 'patient' he said this was the greatest weapon any pup could ever posses. That patience could get me out of any situation I was in, when I was old enough, about 1 year. I separated from my pack to go out in search for a fae and a new pack to reside in. To this day I am still in search for who I truly am."

l i k e s :: "I enjoy fishing, digging and taking observations."

d i s l i k e s ::"I do not like loud annoying wolves, I absolutely hate bears and hot days."



c r u s h :: "I do not have any romantic interest."

m a t e :: "I do not have a mate."

p u p / s :: "I want pups someday."



c o l o r :: "I have a brown pelt with a reddish hue to it, it can darken in the summer and lighten up in the winter. There is a small hint of blonder fur near my butt tuffs and legs, they darken in the winter to a darker brown color."

m a r k i n g s :: "I have a small black dot underneath my right eye, I was born with this."

e y e s :: "I have golden hazel eyes, they are epically light in the summer and a little darker in the winter and fall. Other than that they really are not that interesting."

g e n e r a l :: "All in a nutshell, I am a heavy weight and healthy wolf, I am great in the art of logic."

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n a m e :: "My name is Amber."

g e n d e r :: "I am a female."

a g e :: "I am 3 year old, I am getting on up there."

p a c k :: "I am in the Wayra pack."

r a n k :: "I am just a pack member.."



p e r s o n a l i t y :: "I have been told I am an air head, someone who doesn't understand what is going on. I see myself as adventurous and silly. Who says all the things in the world must be serious? I am more child than I am adult and will try to cheer everyone up. I am almost never down and I let nothing affect my mood, or at least I try not too. I have some problems with anger though, if you mess with my friends or my family I will not think about biting your ear off! Do not mess with my loved ones at all! I can be over protective of those I cherish and will stop at nothing to protect them!"

h i s t o r y :: "I grew up with only a mother, my mother says my father was killed during a hunting accident. This happened when I was a pup so it never bothered me much. I have nothing but brothers, I am the only girl so I grew up tough and knowing how to fight! My mother urged us to leave the nest when we were a year old, she urged us to find great love and protect ourselves. I feel great love in my pack and I hope to die happy."

l i k e s :: "I like flowers, even though they make me sneeze. I also LOVE chasing birds! They make great toys."

d i s l i k e s ::"I hate spiders!.."



c r u s h :: "I do not have one, sadly."

m a t e :: "I will find one someday!"

p u p / s :: "None."



c o l o r :: "I have a red coat, it was brown as a pup but as I got older it turned red. I have a few dark brown streaks underneath my undercoat. They aren't too noticeable. I have black patches over my back, they are airbrushed on there and not too thick."

m a r k i n g s :: "I have no known markings."

e y e s :: "My eyes are a dark brown, they are almost black if you are from a far."

g e n e r a l :: Type here