M E
Name: Alexis
Nickname: Alex or Lexi
Gender: Fae
Age: Five Years
Rank: Alpha Female
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L O V E
Parents: Lays and Kyle
Siblings: Liddy and CeCe
Crush: Finds Titanium handsome
Mate: None
Pups: None
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Not everything that is faced
Can be changed,
But nothing can be
Changed until it is faced
Hello my dear. I am
Alexis, but please call me
Lexi or Alex. I am a
female. I am five years old. I'm a white wolf with a thick,
fluffy coat. I'm in a pack called Luminous Crescent Pack and my rank is
Alpha Female. Most wolves I meet classify me as
intelligent and gentle. They say I have a tender heart and I give them a chance to
prove they are suppose to be in my life. They also say I'm very
protecting and understanding, but shy. I am shy, but once I warm up to you I won't leave your
side. I will stick up for what's right. Anyways, if you would want to know more about me you can ask, but I won't tell until I know I can
trust you. If we just meet I won't start pouring out my
heart, sorry. Now, for my history. I lived in a small den with
my family. I lived with my mother
Lays and father
Kyle. I had two other siblings named
Liddy and CeCe. We were all girls except for my father. We were raised with manners and
stealth. We were two years old when our father took Liddy and me out to
hunt. We normally hunted for a week then came back with the food. That season was dry and hot and we had a
drought. We were in the woods when a smell of
smoke reached our noses. It penatrated our lungs and we started to cough and gag, running away from the
smell. Fire started erupting around us, engulfing the
forest. We ran, our fur getting singed and burns raking our skin. We got to a cliff where a lake was...but there was a
steep drop. The fire was behind us advancing so the three of us jumped, hitting the water with a
stinging pain. When we surfaced the place where we were hunting was
just a fire. We made our way to the land and rested there for a few days until the fire had finally died down to
embers. Once that had happened we made our way back to our den, terrified of what we might
see. On the way back
Liddy collapsed from lack of food and exhaustion and she
died. It was now just my father and I as we traveled to the den. A few days later we had made it to the scorched place we had called home. It was burnt to the ground and as we
sifted through the ruble we found
bones of two wolves. My mother and other sister. We cried and
mourned the ones we lost and we rested near the ash bedded wreck. During the night sometime my father
died. He was just fine. Well fed, not exhausted and was hydrated. He died of
heart failure. I was on my own the rest of my life. I kept moving never staying in the same place. I met wolves, but left them days later when they started to get
hostile. I tried to join packs, but they didn't trust
outsiders. So I kept travleing North, not turning back to the place I was born and destroyed, where my family had died. The memory still
haunts me in my sleep and consciousness. A year later I created this pack. After that I just settled down in my pack. For as long I have been in that pack no wolf has caught my
eye. As for pups I have not decided yet. Perhaps when the time comes I will decide if I want some or not.
No love life, sorry dear. That is all I think you need to
know.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
M E
Name: Conrad
Nickname: Con
Gender: Male
Age: Six Years
Rank: Loner
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L O V E
Parents: Cassidy and Atlas
Siblings: Ranfield and Kippar
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
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I'm trying to be alone
Without feeling alone
You want to know about
me? You must be bored. Well, if you must...My names
Conrad. A nickname I was called was
Con, but don't call me that. If you do I will rip your tail off and implant it in your chest. Okay? I'm a
male. Six years and still going. I'm in
no pack. Once a loner always a
loner. Personality? I'm brave. There's a fight that comes my way and I won't hesitate.
I always win. I'm what some might call rude, but it's better than you might think. I'm
protecting you and myself from the truth...sort of. If you get on my
nerves don't expect a giant bone with your name on it, no you'll be the
bone and I'll be the one who gets it. If you aren't catching on, I mean I'll
attack. Harsh? Nah, it' the truth. I can be arrogant so if you have a problem with that file it in the "I don't care" box and I'll seek to it. What? Am I being to mean? No, not me. Yeah,
I'm sarcastic. Who cares? I am also a flirt. You think that's bad, but here's what you don't realize.
I flirt, but if I ever end up getting a mate I will stay loyal to them and never flirt or
cheat on her. You think it's romantic? How sweet-to bad I'm not in
love with you. You want to know my history? Demanding much? Well, I had a father named
Atlas. My mother's name was
Cassidy. I had two siblings. I'm the oldest. My brother
Ranfield, he's the second oldest. Then my younger brother,
Kippar, who's the youngest. We were all brought up to basically trust no one besides family bloodline. We all listened to our parents, waiting for the chance to prove we are the
'alpha' pup. We lived near an abandoned shack on the side of rusting train tracks. Which haven't been used in several years. We hunted
small prey and ate road kill that barely came around. One day, when I was practicing my fighting skills with Ranfield when we heard our parents. First a
shout, then a growl, then silence. I looked at my brothers and we decided to investigate. We heard the noise come from inside the shack. As we approached the creaking shack that we took shelter in during bad storms, the familiar scent of
blood reached my nose. Now, I forgot to say that my father was...different. He had temper issues and was a very agrresive brute. My mother, on the other paw, was more of a
gentle wolf, with a soft side. She could be mean but not as likely too. As we peeked into the shack my heart jumped. What I saw, and I wish I never did see, was my father standing over a limp body of my mother. Blood trailed from my mother's body and my father's snout. I didn't know my
father could do that,
kill my mother. He loved her. My little brother, Kippar, let out a whine and my father turned to look at us. His eyes were
all black and his fur bristled. It wasn't our father, he wouldn't of done that. I told my siblings to run. We ran away, the thing I thought I knew was my father, chasing after us. We were
three years old when this happened. As we ran, Ranfield tripped and took a wicked fall. I ran to help him, but he snapped at me and said to keep running. He would
distract our father. I finally left him and ran with Kippar away from the howls
echoing behind us. By the time we got to a lake several miles away from our home, it was getting dark. As we rested, I realized what happened to my father. The latest road kill we had found must of had the
disease our father had warned us about.
Rabies. My father had rabies and had turned and killed our mother and my brother Ranfield. I
didn't eat the roadkill, since I wasn't to hungry and my mother didn't eat the road kill.
Kippar, did though. My only family left had rabies. It was only a matter of time before
he turned. We slept by the lake, but I stayed awake, waiting for him to fall asleep. When Kippar was asleep, I stood up and licked his head before
killing him quickly and
painlessly with a snap of my jaw. After what had happened, I never ate road kill again and I tried to not get to close to another wolf. That is why I am the way I am. One bad scrap of food
changed my life. I don't expect any sympathy from anyone. Besides,
no one knows what has happened to me. I'm not an open book. Wolves that are like that are stupid to think they'll get sympathy from another wolf. Really? You want to know more? Um, I have no
crush, mate, pups, yadadada. If I did have a crush I wouldn't
hint to it that I liked them. I couldn't bare see them change like my family...Are we
done here?
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M E
Name: Mordecai(More-deh-kye)
Nickname: Kai
Gender: Male
Age: Five Years
Rank: Omega
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L O V E
Parents: Jocelyn and Lucian
Siblings: Marceal, Reed, and Barskel
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
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If it doesn't challenge you
It doesn't change you
Now my history. Where my family lived there were also "gangs." Normally as to represent joining "manhood" you join the gang. Stupid right? Only males join the gang, the girls have a posse or something. So when you are two the males join the gang and have to prove themselves through multiple tasks. My mother liked the idea and my dad thought it was stupid, so we had a few conflicts about that. In the end we joined the gang...or tried to. Barskel, Reed, and I all tried out for the gang once we hit the age mark. First task was to hunt down a large elk. We did. Second task was to jump off the waterfall and SURVIVE and then return back to the top. We did. Last was to fight the Fighter of the gang and last for three minutes. If we did that we were now a "man." I think all the tasks were just for entertainment, but my mother insisted we join the gang. Barskel was a tough, bulky brute-strongest of the three of us. He lasted for five minutes and recieved one of the higher rankings in the gang. Next was Reed and he was the weakest of us. He barely got to a minute when we heard a snap and Reed's leg broke. I couldn't take anymore and I jumped into the fight. Interferring with a fight means you are breaking "tradition" and will probably be exiled from the territory. I didn't care I had to help my brother. I jumped the Fighter and ripped at his skin, only to be thrown back and pinned crushingly to the ground. Barskel was trying to get through the crowd, but was being held back by a barricade of wolves. So Reed was writhering in pain and I was being squished to death when Lucian, my dad, came to the rescue and called them off.
They backed away, but I got a bite to the neck before the Fighter let up. My dad helped us up when the lead Gang member said we were and I quote "A disgrace to wolf kind and will be exiled from the territory and hope we have a quick death." We were escorted back to our den to say our goodbyes, Barskel trailing in front. Our mother thought one of us had died and was happy to see us until we told her what happened. She wasn't mad, only at the gang. She started crying along with Marceal and offered to come with us, but we told her not to and to stay with Barskel since he was still in the gang and not exiled. So that night Reed and I left and never returned. Reed made it a week before he died of infection from the Fighter's fatal wounds. Ever since then I've been on my own looking for a place to call home. My love life is no one right now. I haven't met a single fae that made me loose my breath for her. No crush or mate or pups. Depressing right? I think I covered everything.Character © *StarDust*
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