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[karasu,]

((Whichever you want. Just so you know, Promise is a Traitor.))

[pouty]

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name;;
eeori
{ ee-or-e }

gender;;
vixen - female - she-wolf

age;;
3 ½ years old

rank;;
subordinate | niria pack

crush;;
--

mate;;
--

siblings;;
unknown

parents;;
unknown

'' we're all like the moon; we reflect
others happiness yet still have our dark side. ''

personality;;...................................

eeori, just like her name, is a rather unique female. she's quite delicate and it
doesn't take much to hurt her feelings, but she's quick to mend herself
and get her positive outlook on life back. often, her positive look on
life clings onto others for a while, whether eeori means it or not.
this helps her comforting people which she thinks that it is not
a bad thing to have. her voice has a way of soothing others when
they're upset or in pain, but that's not always.
as well as having a soft heart, eeori is also an intelligent vixen. aside
from knowing all of the herbs that every healer should know, she also
knows a fair amount of other things such as; humans, life outside of
the forest or a pack and the surrounding world. this is mainly to her
habit of being too curious at times, but its also due to her
life outside of the pack and the fact that she may or may not
ask the elders too many questions.
maybe it was due to her short loner life, or because of the
pull that the moon has, but eeori find the night and the moon in
general quite fascinating. she'd often go to extreme lengths to not
miss the night sky and its starry blanket.
eeori is also a lost cause when it comes to love. she doesn't feel
sorry for herself or isn't a broken female that is waiting for a
prince on a white horse, but right now eeori doesn't see the point
in it all and would rather look at other happy pairs rather than have
others looking at her and her happiness.

history;;

On a cool autumn's night, a female with a pelt that fitted perfectly with the surrounding shadows give birth to 5 pups, her mate nowhere in sight... No, the female thought. He's not coming back. Yes, the female was right. Her mate, the male that she loved and held so dearly, was not coming back. He passed away, he died in a battle. Or at least, that's what the packs said..
For weeks, the female thought that that was true, yet something told her to hide away from the surrounding packs. She trusted her instincts and stayed away from the border, caring for her 4 alive balls of fur.
This continued for a month, but the mother decided against everything then. She was growing weak with despair, both physically and mentally and knew that the pups wouldn't survive without her. They'll soon begin to remember some things and this shouldn't be it..
The 4 pups were split in 2 groups, a girl and a boy. One group would be given to one pack and the other group into the other pack. That's what the mother did, but it was already too late. Her oldest pup, her oldest daughter would never forget her mother; the female with the beautiful night pelt.

Eeori grew up in the pack and acted oblivious to her reality; the pack dismissed her mothers story and told her that her mother died whilst giving birth to her. Yes, thats what Eeori had to believe. She had to believe that and act as if she and her brother, the only brother that she remembered she had, were not related. The two were complete opposites; Eeori with fragile bones yet gentle paws that could do many wonders on a bad wound, her brother the toughest fighter from his age group. Yes, Eeori's brother was not proud to have her as his sister.
Soon enough, he stood up for himself and told his sister to either grow up and become as strong as him or leave. Heartbroken, she knew that if she stayed her brother would not be afraid to fight her; that would be a lost cause for the vixen. Besides, she'd rather have herself roaming the unknown than her brother, so the young wolf left, but her loner life did not last as long as she expected.

During her loner years, Eeori bumped into many wolves. Some in loner groups of their own, some on their own. Although not all of them were nice, they did warn her each time Eeori would heal one of their small group members. ' Stay away from the two-legs ' ' Stay away from the humans, they're nothing but trouble ' . Each time new information would be handed to her, but never had the female witnessed anything first-hand.
On and on the loner life dragged. The dark pelted wolf did bump into danger now and again, but she was a helpless fighter and often fled before anything could get a firm grip on her. It was during one of these days that a patrol from the Niria pack caught her.

Although she is a somewhat helpless fighter, her knowledge and hunting ability earned her a place in the pack. Although at the time her skills werefar from perfect and didn't even begin comparing to what the current wolves knew, the pack was willing to train her into the wolf that she is today.

name;;
nation
{ nat-ion }

gender;;
male - brute

age;;
3 years old

rank;;
subordinate | Niria pack

crush;;
--

mate;;
--

siblings;;
unknown

parents;;
unknown

'' we're all one; once
we're combined we cannot be defeated. ''

personality;;...................................

nation is a rather difficult brute. he's different with
all wolves alike. although he will obey orders and commands
most of the time, he'll first chew it through and see what
he'd do before being a puppet for others to control.
but then again, difficult is not always wrong and, no matter
how difficult something might be, nation will find a way
through it and will either defeat the order given to him
or will go through with it without much thought about
going around it.
although willing to help the pack, nation can easily come
off as arrogant. he does think about his own well being first,
but includes everybody else as long as he thinks that he'll
survive another day. he'll often over-esteemate his
strength and lead himself into unnecessary situations.
but although he makes a fool from himself, nation does take
other, weaker wolves into consideration. although he won't
be any less warmer or colder with them, he will have a softer
heart for them and will be more willing to help them out than
the other, stronger wolves that are in the pack.
nation's arrogance and selfishness leads many wolves into
thinking that his IQ is below a pups, when in fact its a little
bit above average. nation does have his bright moments
sometimes, even if its not that common.

history;;

Nation was born into a pack or rulers. His family had led his pack for generations, most likely ever since the pack began. They've been doing a great job at it too, although there were mis-understandings and fights in it it was all natural. No pack was perfect and this one wasn't an exception.
The day Nation was born was not a good day. To start it off, his mother passed away not long after naming her pup, his father wished for a strong pup, not a fragile fur-ball and to top it all off, the pack was not able to function as well with one of their beloved leaders gone.

Yes, Nation was disliked from the day he was born, but this didn't change his outlook on life. He was a pretty bubbly pup at first, but after months of getting strangle looks and being dismissed half of the time, the little pup give up and decided to become as strong as his father and to lead the pack once he's old enough. So it began.
When Nation turned 1, he began training on his own. He'd seen enough loner battles and battles that broke out in the pack to teach himself something. Although the moves were far from perfect, the wolf was proud of them and felt as if he needed no more training and dismissed any offer that might've risen.
Then when it was his turn to lead the pack, he was challenged by an older dark furred male. It wasn't a big surprise when the black pelted wolf overpowered Nation, but it did shock the white ball of fur. Instead of training and trying to re-gain his right to the alpha rank, Nation left the pack; his pride hurt.

His loner life and loner ways did get him into many battles with different wolves, but in the end Nation came out Victorious. His pup-moves were improved and unique, so not many wolves knew how to doge them, but many did know or had an idea of how to defeat them. It was during one of those battles that Nation was caught on Niria's pack land. He was too careless and ended up on their land. Although it was clear that Nation had been a loner for a long time, the male still accepted the offer to join the small pack and help, in hopes of one day becoming the leader, just the way his family used to rule their pack.

[sparrow,]

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Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs,
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ.
Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ,
Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ.
Wʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ,
Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ I sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ?
Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʏs.

Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴀʏ.
I ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜɪᴅᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ,
Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.
Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
Sᴏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.

Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ,
Yᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ.
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ.
I'ᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ,
I ᴍᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʏs.

Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴀʏ.
I ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜɪᴅᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ,
Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.
Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
Sᴏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.

Sᴏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.

Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴀʏ.
I ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, I ᴄᴀɴ ʜɪᴅᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ,
Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.
Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
Sᴏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.

Sᴏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.
Sᴏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.
----------Alex Clare

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Ｊ ｅ ｓ ｔ ｅ ｒ

♜ ♞ ♜ ♞ ♜ ♞ ♜ ♞ ♜ ♞

Ｔｈｅ 'Ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ Ｋｎｏｗｓ' --
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ɴᴀᴍᴇ - -

although rather odd, his name is Jester, as in a court Jester. fitting no? most friends or acquaintances call him Jest, Jess, or Jessy though. Jester is his more formal name.

ᴀɢᴇ - -

a handsome five year old

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ - -

he has no more blood, especially not in this pack. a crush on ---. no pups. mate is ---.

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Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａ Ｓｔｏｒｙ,
ｍｉｎｅ'ｓ ｎｏｔ ｓｕｃｈ ａ Ｆａｉｒｙｔａｌｅ - -

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Putting it in a nutshell, Jester's had a pretty tough life. The pack he grew up in didn't appreciate him, to be exact, he was considered a mistake. The young pup left soon after being able to hunt, living on his own for just a few months before finding another pack. He tried to create himself from scratch, attempting to put on new faces and try them out to see how each affected others around him. When things didn't work, he'd leave. Jester has moved from pack to pack his entire life, five years, but now, with the winter approaching, he's joined the Sheath pack for refuge -and even perhaps to find love.

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... Ａｎｄ ｗｈａｔ ｄｏ Ｙｏｕ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｏｆ Ｍｅ? - -

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He's considered the 'Rock', and very comparable. They can come in many different sizes and shapes, or faces he considers them. Each one is different, with scratches, colors, dips, bulges -like him. He spent years trying to find the most favored personality, trying to find one that wolves would appreciate him for, but after five years, he's beginning to loose hope. Never has he ever let anyone inside to see what he really is because to be honest, even he doesn't know.

After years of trying, he's found the most useful way to get under others' skin. He's quite the charmer, always too polite. Jester's smart, too smart for his own good, but he doesn't have any codes or regulations he follows, so knowledge isn't really his power. The brute pulls his own weight, and often others' just to please the group. He can be romantic at times, giving subtle gestures of affection, a method that he's perfected over the years. He is honest to a T, which can be both good and bad. Jester is a loyal packmate, companion, and friend -or so you'd think.

[sparrow,]

Ｉｆ Ｉ ｍａｙ

I apologize, as I do not seem to come off as one of those users, but I must remind everyone of one of CS's rules. They were very clear on mentioning it -and I am sure when I speak that I am doing it on the behalf of the roleplay. We are only allowed to use one picture per character (except shifters). CS does not allow more than one in forms now -and they were specific when they mentioned not to try to get around the rule with the use of a collage. One picture. This includes the amazing effects you could add into forms (ie. feathers, borders between sections, lines of picture). If you're anything like I am (OCD- crafty with forms), this rule... it sucks... but it's a rule, and I don't want any roleplays to get shut down.

Also, in my defense, as there is always someone whom doubts my words, I will post an unedited quote of the main rule.

One particular image rule to take note of - you are now only allowed to post one reference picture per character - UNLESS YOUR CHARACTER IS A SHAPE-SHIFTER and then you can list one picture per species e.g. one of the human form, one of the animal form. It's become very hard to view some topics because of the excessive image usage, and we hope this new rule will tidy everything up.

[obiole]

not to be rude, but look at your form.... it has more than one photo/url, so please, remove it.

[sparrow,]

not to be rude, but look at your form.... it has more than one photo/url, so please, remove it.

OCC:: CS did not ban the use of the url 'Clickables', just the mere pictures themselves. I admit I'd made the form before the rule release, so I forgot to take out the fontmeme, but everything else is regulation. ^^

[rottenmutt]

Please, just edit your pictures if there is more then one, and don't get my thread locked.;-;
Accepted everyone tho.

Quotes for my characters so I can reply, and add the new players to their packs?:3

[karasu,]

Necromancer? He is in the forest.)

{{ok that'll work. Can you make the first post?}}

[sparrow,]

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Ｊｅｓｔｅｒ

Ｔｈｅ Ｒｏｃｋ

→ ᴄʀᴜsʜ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

→ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ: ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ

→ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɪɴ

→ ᴛᴀɢs: ɴᴏɴᴇ

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Pain gurled from his stomach, the kind of pain that made him stop and rethink his plans. In this barren land, instinct often took over wolves, making them fight for what scraps were left -but he wasn't one of them. Jester couldn't bear the thought of hurting another wolf physically. Mentally, well, that was a different story. The brute had just been cast out of yet another pack, left to fend on his own during a harsh winter -left to die alone. Though it was not the first time this happened. The old brute had spent nearly five winters on his own, surely he could do it again. The burning sensation across his face from the wind screamed otherwise.

Pain rose once again, the longing to be near others -to be loved, to be wanted. It was never an easy feeling to get rid of, and somehow it crept up on him like a lion, waiting for the weakest deer, taking advantage of its vulnerability. The thought made some part of him want to throw up, but the other knew it was true. Jester took step after step slowly, his pads no longer oozing blood, but swelling up and becoming painful to walk on. One of the many joys of being a loner; constantly moving to find food and protection against packs. Jest drew back his ears, letting out an almost silent whine as he hobbled along, a feeling deep in his gut wailing that he wasn't going to make it.

[rottenmutt]

{We can interact Juniper.;u;}

Razor;

Razor growled and rolled his eyes snaping his jaws in her face. "Yes, I know we will win, but this is no joke. If any of our wolves turn on us, we will lose. We barely have food, or water here. yet Niria has it all!" he snarled."Stupid Niria wolves, they deserve what they have coming. He said with a loud blood curdling howl then turned to Copperhead and smirked as he let out a low growl. "But blood will spill,"