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(All righty. I am back and going to look at them all now. O and Kat I gave you the rank as Lead Healer.)

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“I knew he didn’t love me, but I adored him anyway.”
Name: Roan
Age: 3 1/2
Gender: Baron
Desired Rank: n/a
Current Rank: Beta male
Scent: He carries a natural smell of freshly turned earth and trees with him
Body Type: Born with the lean and wiry physique for stealth and moderate strength, his life of time spent as a loner has cleaned his bones of any ounce of fat; thinning him to absolute healthiness. There was a bit of Northern wolf blood put in somewhere in his family tree, resulting in his longer legs and superior height to mostly everybody he meets. His face is made of beatifically sharp angles, with a fine jawline and a straight nose with sculpted pointed ears, earning him the nickname 'Foxy' from his close friends. Roans legs are long, ending with paws perhaps a tad big in comparison to the rest of his nicely-proportioned self. His abdomen curves nicely upward at the stomach, giving him the clean-cut appearance of someone who is regularly active and young along with an arched neck and bowed tail to finish off the look of a more noble variety.
Pelt color: Most are reminded of autumn when they catch sight of his unruly pelt. His fur has an almost metallic quality with its golden ends and honeyed highlights against the dark mahogany richness of his under fur and roots. His fur is of varying lengths over all, liking to spike up in soft swirls on his proud chest and stand up in handsome disarray on his forehead. His paws are all the darker hue of his under fur, peppered with some golden flecks, as is the shorter velveteen fur of his face. The hollows of his eyes are each a little darker than the rest of his face, a line of softer gold dust streaked along the crest of each cheekbone, drawing attention to the variety of color changes to his fur. A flat black colors his nose, nails, and the inner curve of his pointed ears. BAM --this is essentially what his fur is like
Markings: The hollows of his eyes are each a little darker than the rest of his face, a line of softer gold dust streaked along the crest of each cheekbone, drawing attention to the variety of color changes within his fur.
Eye Color: Pleasantly light green with interchanging bits of darker green and soft-yellow flecks, like the variety of greens and shades you would see if you tilted your head back and looked up into a leaf-laden tree in the springtime. At their center is a ring of dark and smoldering amber, his eyes are what most would call almond-shaped, yet so mellow a description cannot completely fit with their slant in shape and devilishly playful and restless mood. Ringed in dark, spikey honey-tipped lashes, his eyes are arguably the most attractive thing about him. When caught in their smiling light it can be hard to look away, for they positively invite you to let yourself be tugged closer.
Other Details: He has a triangular notch taken out of the outer rim of his left ear, and a faint hook shaped scar under his chin
Personality: Quick to return a smile and just as quick to lend a helping paw, Roan is an easy one to find yourself depending on for his never-fading smiling eyes and sweet hums. When you are first acquainted to him the only thing you can really know for sure is that he is entirely enrapturing with how easygoing and easy to talk to he is. Roan is not one to start fights, though he is well-known for being able to end one. He has never felt the queasy feeling of indecision or nervousness, always being completely sure of his actions and ready to pay any consequences that may become of them. His charming ways extend into every aspect of his living, but is perhaps tarnished by how restless he is underneath everything; eager for adventure and always ready for something new to try. Roan is calm and steady compared to most males, and the way that most become aware of his presence is when they suddenly have a completely still spot in their vision. In crowds when you look for someone it’s usually the color of their fur or a distinctive voice characteristic that you are searching for, but for Roan it is his stillness. He could be among hundreds in a crowd and you would instantly be able to find him just because of how still and solid seeming he is. One of the most consistent things about him is how inconsistent he is; one to go out of his way to bring little unexpected trinkets for friends he may not have even seen recently, or to suddenly pick up and leave all of his belongings and take a walkabout of the distant territories. His attitudes towards other males are generally good-natured and gentlemanly, but he knows who he likes and who he doesn’t and will not make a secret of it. The same cannot always be said for his actions around females. He is a bit of an unintentional flirt, able to make anyone feel like they’re in on some secret with him just by throwing a wink here or a prolonged glance there. The problem here is how hard it is for his romantic feelings to really be caught up by a fea, he is relatively always open for a game of flirting and the play that follows suit; but as soon as he realizes that the games of tender nature are taking more of a root in the dove’s heart, he cannot help but break away.
Likes: Adventures no matter how small, new experiences and adrenaline. He’s also rather fond of dove’s eyelashes, and has been known to trip over himself on more than one occasion after having his attention snagged by their lovely fluttering.
Dislikes: Staying in the same location for an extended amount of time. He’s also not a fan of males hanging around his sister. He doesn’t like to be tended to for medical reasons either, and can actually resort to physically resisting first aid.
Main Talent: I would be lying if I said anything other than fighting, but seeing as it’s rare to urge him into it, most would instead see his undeniable talent at socializing.
Weak Point(s): His crave for adrenaline will be his downfall, as well as his restless nature, and Lilo. Plus I think we all know he’s bound to fall in love at some point, and I don’t think it will be exactly good for his health.
Fear(s): He sees no point in being scared and pays no time worrying about anything.
History: Roan is as simple as can be when it comes to his past life. He was born to a pair of rangy loners, in a litter for five where he was neither the largest nor the smallest. Growing up was rough in a life or death way, for their small family number meant that every hunt and kill that they made had to happen perfectly in order to preserve their fairy tale life of loner freedom. One by one his family members have peeled away from their parents, siblings now roaming far and wide in a little net of a wide-cast family. Roan was the first to leave, and his heart still thrums with excitement and adventure just as it did on his first hunt and first day truly playing a loner. However, since leaving when he was barely old enough to fend for himself he has since returned to his parents and found his youngest sister eager to be out in the world just like the rest of their siblings. With her being a little more than a yearling and him just into his second year the pair made an unlikely duo in the wild world. After a year of traveling together the pair joined into this pack still relatively young yet at odds with one another.
Crush: None currently, his true affections of the romantic nature are rather hard to earn
Mate: Kat, by the pack's decision
Relatives and Pups: He has three brothers; Tristan, Dustan, and Gage. Two sisters; Isilee and Lilo. Only Lilo will be in this RP. He has no pups to his name



“I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.”
Pack: The Pack of the Western Forest
Name: Lilu (lee-loo)
Age: 2 1/2
Gender: fea
Desired Rank: Runner up to lead healer
Current Rank: Healer
Scent: She has a rather telling scent of herbs and clinging sweetness from sap from her time spent among plants, but if you could get her away from that her scent would be akin to Roans in the faint musky crispness of tree bark and fresh soil, with a twist of cinnamon from the sticks of which she lives to chew on and off again
Body Type: Like any other fea worth taking note of, Lilu can be almost heartbreaking to look at. She’s slender as could be, and just as delicate (looking, that is). In every way that Roan is masculine, Lilu is his opposite. With all his chiseled muscle and defined features, his sister is his rival in beautiful structure. Long forelegs lead upward to the gentle curve of her chest and the bow of her slightly arched neck. Fine shoulder blades crest the fine line of her back, which slopes down just as her stomach slopes upward, earning her a tiny waist that is eventually interrupted by her long hind legs and sumptuous tail. She stands to her full height at all times, though it looks natural and relaxed rather than strained for attention or presence. Lilu may be dainty next to pretty much every male in the fearsome pack, but next to the other doves her height holds her as a formidable rival to any of them. Her features hold a touch of the same foxish angles as Roans, though her face is softened by both her femininity and her rounded ears. Yes, rounded. Rather than ears of a triangular nature that befits the better majority of her shared canis breed, Lilu has ears more likely to be described as disks. They lend an interesting compliment to her fine features, giving her the look of someone honest and open to talk to when she looks directly at you and their full effect is homed-in on one place. Aside from her rounded ears, the only other noteworthy things about her physicality are her foxily thick tail and surprisingly steely muscles on her delicately lean figure. Growing up in a loner family has had as much of an effect on her body as Roan’s. While she is still easy on the eyes, one cannot help but notice that she stands with a posture that breathes of an unbending sureness in herself that may sway males from quickly pursuing her.
Pelt color: While Roan is Autumn, Lilu is the picture of a golden winter day. Unlike her brothers bronzy gold highlights atop mahogany, she is spun in sweetened white gold atop honey. With a chest of cream and pearly sugar, with paws that follow suit, her light underside melts upward into darker honey roots with the lightest of gold streaks and highlights to contrast on top. Her overall appearance is one of sleek softness, with her fur being rather uneven and spiked out in various places while still looking like it hugs close to her slim figure. She and her brother share their metallic fur trait, but it is unsure who wears it better. Basically
Markings: Her face is gilded on all the finer edges and points, earning her a streak of bright shine across each cheekbone and the brow-bone above each slightly darker eye-hollow. Her eyes themselves are outlined in darker honey and cinnamon, somewhat like eyeliner, with a single dark ‘beauty mark’ just under her eye on her right cheekbone. Her rounded ears are tipped with honey on their outer rims, as well as the tip of her foxy tail.
Eye Color: Lilo’s eyes are a bright and lively green. One would never label them as emerald or mossy, being too full of gentle light gold and glittery turquois flecks against their over-all apple green shade. The center ring is a light amber, like water when it catches the bright morning sun. Most find their breath stolen away when their gaze becomes interlocked with their crisp lightness, and are apt to be drawn closer out of sheer curiosity as to where the inner-light comes from.
Other Details: A thin strip of dark leather is tied around the base of her left ear, with the ends of the ties trailing just behind her jawline from the knot under her ear. Other than that she has no other regularly seen adornments.
Personality: Given a name that means ‘Generous One’ from her mother, Lilu has very much grown into the weighted title. In her youth she would get very sick from hunger, not because food was not given to her, but because she would give it to her siblings rather than keep any for herself. She was eventually broken of this destructive tendency, but never stopped giving to her siblings. Lilu has an extreme disposition of wanting to please others, but even she has her limits. Beneath her sweet and shy shell she has an iron will. When travelling with her brother she urged him into teaching her how to fight, having one night endured a dream where she couldn’t protect herself against a mysterious foe. The dream spurred her into learning quickly and effectively, as she soon almost outshined her brawl-savvy brother. This fighting side of her is certain to never be seen, but it is hinted at by the sureness in her movements and way that she holds herself that is unbefitting yet refreshing on one so young. She takes comfort in the lean amount of muscle on her slender frame, self-satisfied by the thought that those around her probably underestimate what strength she holds. It should be noted, however, that Lilu should never be underestimated. With her determination and sharpness of mind she could surely move mountains if she had a good enough reason to pour her energy into it. Lilu takes a fierce kind of pride in her independence as a young fea, and does not reach out to others for help easily; something she makes no judgment on about others though, for how good of a healer would she be if she was always smug about having patients. Her tender heartedness has never quite left her, which is obviously why she had taken so well to becoming a healer. She and her brother hold the same reckless appreciation for the beauty in things around them, but not the same reckless appreciation for adrenaline. While Roan may love not knowing what’s to come, Lilu feels the need to be in control of herself and whatever situation she’s in. Growing up with him as her brother has made her savvy to the ways in which males flirt, having often observed him in his younger days as a heartbreaker. Given these experiences, she has taken a quiet vow to never be tempted into giving her heart away. The more coy side of her nature only comes out to play when she’s not completely careful of herself, and she can come back to realize this in the snap of a second. Actually, when one of the pack males she was treating for a bloody nose asked to trade one of his rabbit pelts for a kiss, she agreed just for the pelt; but when he came back again later for a second kiss she sent him out with a freshly split lip. Rather than spending her time with males, she has recently begun a hunt for mice to keep as pets and also to test out her healing medicines on after their many inner-family mouse squabbles.
Likes: She appreciates a good story, and feels as if she could adventure forever during sunset. Sunrises are what she enjoys the most, as well as knowing how to act in any situation she is put in to. She likes to feel in control of herself.
Dislikes: There’s nothing attractive to her about someone who cannot stay true to their word or who finds time to whine rather than working to better their situation. She hates to feel ignorant about anything, and feels a tightening in her chest whenever she is uncertain about something.
Main Talent: Healing
Weak Point(s): She’s kind of a sucker for anyone in need, she also has an almost crippling tendency of waiting until shes at her boiling point to let someone know they’re bothering her
Fear(s): Someone dying while under her care, fires, and ever being attracted to someone
History: Lilu and Dustan were the only two to survive their mothers second litter, born early and out of season only a year and half after her first litter. With the pups all being so close in age yet so far apart, it wasn’t long into her life that her older siblings started taking off on their own one by one. She grew up roaming with her parents mostly, because Isilee took Dustan with her when she left, and the others had all gone before them. Being the youngest left her with the feeling that she owed it to her parents to stay with them longer than her siblings had, though she could only deny her urgings to take off for so long. With her rounded ears she took after her Eastern tribal mother, and grew up being told stories that her mother had gotten from her youth. Her mother told her that males would always be drawn to her unusual looks, and gave her the thin piece of leather that she has tied around her ear as a reminder to never let herself be sweet talked into anything. The left ear was where her mother said a sweet talker would always try to plant his words, learned to her from her tribal stories of star-crossed lovers in despair. Lilu had never consciously taken her mothers words to heart, but still she wears the leather strip from her youth. When Roan came across them in one of the summer locations after a year of travel by himself, she left her parents with him after the summer had ended. Together they spent a year roaming, her growing increasingly tired of Roans misadventures as she had to repeatedly fix his injuries; though not unwillingly developing an increased knowledge in medicine and healing of all kinds from his various and sometimes truly serious injuries. Upon finding the pack together she alienated herself from him slightly, but will in truth always be there to bandage his wounds through the thick and thin.
Crush: None yet
Mate: Nanuk, by pack's decision
Relatives and Pups: Same as Roan, and heaven forbid she have any pups at her young age

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(So far everyone is accepted! Beta (F), Delta (F), Lead Warrior, and Lead Healer have been taken!)

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{{ I have created another brute c:

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(Shockwave is accepted though I am confused with the disease part. Lol. Dramaaaaaa. Okay peeps at 5 my time (it is 4:07 now) I got to leave. So..get your forums up! When I leave I will make the rp no longer accepting (until I get back) and everyone that has been accepted can rp! Those that have not will have to wait. )

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If you learn from defeat,
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This handsome brute goes by the name Cen, pronounced SEN. He has been called Cen since his pup years, and as far as his knowledge goes, it has only been Cen. He has been curious, though as to if it is a shortened version of something. The only wolves that would have possessed that knowledge have been dead for years, so he has been left in the dark.

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Cen is one hundred percent male, in case you had any doubts. He has matured to the age of 3 and a half, although his wisdom goes far beyond his years. He possesses a beautiful multicolored black-grey coat, the black stretching from his back to the tip of his nose and wrapping its way around his neck. He has rather coarse fur, which is a result of his rough early years. His eyes are a dull, dark grey color, serving as one of the reasons many find him intimidating. He is a warrior.

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Cen is easily mistaken as a typical dark, quiet wolf, but he really isn't. He isn't even particularly quiet, but chooses to keep a low profile wherever he goes because he isn't too fond of attention. He can be very intimidating because of his large build and is not someone you would want to anger. For the most part, though, he is rather good at keeping his cool. Typically, the more he is angered, the quieter he gets, but if he is pushed to the edge, he will not hesitate to attack. He is very aggressive in physical fights.
He is very assertive and knows what he wants when he wants it. He is not one to change his mind easily and will go to whatever extent it takes. If he wanted to be alpha, he would find a way. If it included killing the alpha himself, he would do it. It is difficult to sway him from his goal, but very possible if done right. It just takes a bit of time and the right incentive.
From that description, your probably thinking he's a ruthless, emotionless killer, right? No. Although he can be seemingly ruthless and emotionless at times, he doesn't kill for the fun of it or go around terrorizing pup's dens. He will only kill if it is necessary and has morals set for himself. He isn't outstandingly kind or caring, but knows how to take care of wolves.

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Cen was born into a pack with six other litter mates. His pack was still very new and small at the time, only having about five other pack members. They were rather weak at the time, so they decided to go into hiding. They hid in the left corner of a very dense forest and only peeked their heads out when completely necessary. A lot of responsibility was on the pups to grow up strong and protect the pack, but many of his litter mates were sick and weak due to his mother's illness at the time of birth. His mother got a lot of trouble for it from the alpha of the pack, which happened to be her mate. As they grew older, their health only got worse and worse. Cen was the strongest of the litter, which got him better treatment than the rest of his brothers and sisters. He didn't notice at the time, but that got him ostracized and outcast from his family. He was the pride of the pack, and sure to grow up strong to give the pack a good name. Once they aged up to one, him and his siblings were sent on their first hunting trip. Cen wasn't particularly nervous, but the rest of his packmates were. Although he knew they weren't the best at hunting, he didn't understand why they were so nervous. "Avita," He said, addressing his sister in a hushed voice. "What's going on?" She turned to him with an alarmed expression when she realized he had no idea. "Cen, this is it for us. Either we do good, or we die." She lowered her ears on the word "die", looking at Cen with a scarred expression. Cen's immediate reaction was surprise, but it was flooded out by the overwhelming sense of anger boiling in his chest. "Are...are you sure?" He asked, fearful of her answer. She watched him carefully, studying his face. "Yes... Raiya overheard the alpha." "Raiya's a filthy liar." It wasn't that he didn't believe the pack would do something like this, it was that he didn't want to believe it. Alas, after the hunting trip, blood was nearly spilled. If it wasn't for Cen's threatening, two of his siblings would have been killed. It disgusted him. After another hunting trip, his brother Luka was killed. In his grief, Cen attacked the alpha, maiming him pretty badly. As a result, Cen was banished, and was told he would be killed if he ever set paw in the forest again.
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{I may make a female as well if I find I have enough time during the week to make posts for both him and her c:}