[☣] the outbreak ;; form thread

[spaghetticatto]

both accepted! adding to the form now, welcome to the roleplay!

remember to disable your signature when posting c:

[poqqi]

"I am The Ripper. That is what I am called. My real name? Please, I don't remember. My thoughts carry deep somewhere in the back of my mind, slowly fading as I am reminded of the bite to my neck. The wolves seem so afraid of me. The wolves. I can't even consider myself a wolf anymore. I am The Ripper. Not a wolf. In the back of my mind, I know that the long gashes on my side should hurt, but they never do. Foam falls from my lips as a continuous snarl rumbles deep in my broken chest. My eyes are crazed, never focused, always darting here and there, looking for prey. Blood covers my coat, but it was originally a gold color. Now it's tainted red, constantly receiving more coats to keep the color fresh. Don't come near me, yet, come just a few inches closer. It gives me a headache, well, it should give me a headache. I can't actually feel it. What was that? Didn't you hear it? No? It was so loud...are you sure? I could've sworn I heard...prey. I can't talk right now. My sickness, the infection, is kicking in overdrive. It's hungry, and therefore, so am I...

The Ripper, as he now believes he is called, was once named Bidai. He was the sweetest wolf, going out of his way to help others. His parents and siblings were horrified when he came home with a bite on his neck. He kept saying that the wolf was drowning, that he couldn't leave it to die. He believed that the wolf bit his neck so it could lift itself onto dry ground. Bidai kept saying he didn't mean to, he didn't mean to. No one believed him. They knew what had happened, but they still tried to believe him. They tried to trust him. That was, until he groggily stumbled into the den with a crazed smile on his face, foam covering his lips, and his eyes...his eyes were completely glazed over, giving them the appearance of being all-white. They got out in time, but their youngest didn't. It was at that moment, that sweet, kind, helpful Bidai, ate his own sister, and became The Ripper.

{I promise my writing is way better than my form-making skills :3}

[spaghetticatto]

of course; i believe you! form is amazing anyway; accepted!

[poqqi]

"What? What is it that you need to ask me? Why are you here? Can you not see I am busy? With what you ask? Surely nothing involving you, don't you agree? Insane? Is that my real name? Yes, are you sure Insane? Yes I'm sure! How can you be sure? I just am, stop talking! You can't make me stop talking, I am you. Then why are you talking to me- I mean yourself- whatever! I have to go now. Why Insane? Just because I can't be here! Okay...."

His name, or so he thinks, is Insane. Before Insane was bitten, he suffered severely from anxiety disorder, accompanied by extreme third person speech, and forming most of his words into questions. His head twitches manically whenever he talks, or moves. Not much is known about him. His fur is pure black, with the usual white eyes of the infected. His backstory is unknown, for this mysterious wolf just showed up someday, talking about the end. Apparently, Insane was one of the first to bring the disease to these parts, accompanied by others I'm sure. His mind was very unstable, even before the bite that infected him, and now that the bite as accompanied his madness, he is extremely, and utterly insane.

Dead Silent is a female wolf who was bitten on a hunting patrol. No one remembers her name, so her infected name is Dead Silent. Wondering why such a name has befallen on the white beauty? Unlike most infected wolves, who grunt and snarl, Dead Silent does none of that. It isn't because she can think for herself, but because not to long ago, as an infected wolf, Dead Silent caught her muzzle in barbed wire. She is unable to open her jaw, not even a millimeter, so her snarls and growls are muffled and unheard until it is too late. You may be wondering how she eats, yes? Only her tongue is able to slip in and out of her foamy mouth, so her eating is rather long and tedious. This doesn't make her any less dangerous, if anything, she is more dangerous. No, since she can't bite, she can't infect other wolves, but she can however, tear a wolf to shreds with her bare claws. The killing process is rather drawn out and messy, but in the end, it get the job done. Her eyes are, of course, pure white and glazed, giving her the appearance of a ghost. Her gracefulness though, is not all that much like a ghost's. Her tail was torn off in one of her previous battles, so now the white she-wolf walks around with a bloody have tail and a locked jaw. Quite scary to think about yes? Imagine her chasing you....

[poqqi]

{Bump?}

[spaghetticatto]

everybody is accepted! amazing form and info, burningsnow!
I am extremely sorry that i have been inactive. I have had a ton of projects i have had to do for school; and i finally finished two of them. i will be posting soon!

[poqqi]

No problem, and thank you! I know what it's like to have alot of projects, one time last year, I was inactive for a whole 2 weeks because of homework

[sky dancer.]

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name Trooper
nickname troop
gender male
age six and a half
breed grey wolf
rank beta male
love life ? is his mate [forgot the name cx]
main trait brave
+ traits kind.loyal.funny.strong.
fast.trustworthy.friendly.
- traits rude.sarcastic.can be snappy.
easily offended.procrastinates a lot.



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[spaghetticatto]

accepted. and the beta female is called raque c:

[bastille;]

※name-petra
※gender-female
※rank-omega
※age-four years

※personality-petra is quiet and secretive not allowing for much contact. she tends to stray away from the rest of the pack still feeling like a loner. after a few months of solitude except the howls and the occasional sighting of a "wasting" as she calls them, petra has been made unsure of others.
※personality-petra is a very proud wolf and despite being an omega she does not easily submit. she is steadfast in her ways and grew up being the one submitted too before her pack was wiped out by the wasting disease save for a few when she was a few months old.
※personality-she is also pure of heart and loyal. she would be for patrolling or battle because of her loyalty and the fact she would always report back and never stop fighting. her persistence is what has kept her from jumping off a cliff the past years.
※personality-petra is also caring to those who manage to get close to her. if on can break through the shell she has built around herself they will receive an undying loyalty from petra. she also has a soft spot for pups and enjoys watching them play.
※personality-if one cannot find petra she is likely to be hidden among large stones which tend to calm her down, she enjoys having the cool smoothness of water worn rocks under her paws so there is a higher chance she will be near a fast flowing river or stream.

※brief history-before joining the pack as an omega a couple of months ago petra had a mate and a small family. but first she was the only female pup of the alpha pair in her pack. her pack was fairly isolated by being in the mountains so it took a bit for the plague to reach petra's pack. they had known of it from rumors and when victim zero for their area appeared the alpha male sent a large group of warriors to kill it. that proved to be a bad choice for all six came back "wastings". they attacked and the camp was destroyed in minutes wolves fleeing in every direction. petra escaped by hiding down in the roots of a tree for days, she gnawed at the roots for water and licked the condensation off the scarce moss and grasses growing in the shadows. when she left she fled into the valleys finding quick routes by the river to travel. she was nomadic for years until she met another male and had pups with him. one day he disappeared and after a night petra grew uneasy. she moved her pups to a safe place and hid nearby watching the entrance of her old den. when her mate appeared his eyes were glazed and he was stumbling. the wasting disease. it sniffed the air and petra held her breath as the wind blew its putrid smell towards her. but also blowing the smell of the pups right to it. petra fled before she could see the gruesome murder and ran for days eventually coming across a safe area and staying for a month before she moved again and found the pack.
※body type-petra's body has been sculpted over her lifetime to be slender and fast with powerful legs. she has a body like a weasel thin held close to the ground and long. she is the ideal sprinter but as for power and strength for fighting, she lacks. she has few scars and the largest one she has, rests on her shoulder from slamming into a tree as a pup running from a "wasting".










※name-arden
※gender-male
※rank-loner
※age-five years and six months

※personality-arden is one to live by the rules. if they are set up he is unlikely to break them unless it is the most dire of times. those rules do not need to be written rules or rules of packs. he has his own set of strict moral rules, many of them about caring for less able wolves first and "revenants".
※personality-arden mind is always working at top speed enabling him to make quick decisions.
※personality-as a loner goes through life with threats around every corner. when he clashes with the pack he is one to be easily provoked into a fight. despite his approach with the pack arden is truly quite fearful, some of those fears being the revenants and being oppressed. he also fears that by not being in a pack he will not learn of breakthroughs about the plague.
※personality-arden's mood is a flexible one changing with the winds. some would call him mercurial or bipolar but he likes to describe it as adaptable.
※personality-when arden is confronted properly he can be quite polite and he is especially polite when he is in the wrong, in another's territory or when confronted by one of high power. he is very polite to females and elders.

※brief history-arden was born into a pack long before the plague came forth and began its devastation. he lived in that pack for a long time and was the youngest son of the beta pair. he enjoyed playing with is older siblings of the same litter but eventually became a spy for the pack as the others became hunters and fighters. when the plague his his pack it hit hard wiping it out in- what arden can guess- a few days. arden was out spying on the other pack when he noticed one was attacked by a odd wolf. arden was pleased originally to see that the threat to his pack was dead but when he noticed the glazed over eyes of the revenant he ran. when he came to his pack's camp it was destroyed. hearing the sounds of dozens of revenants, arden ran the fastest. he could until he fell into a river. he let the river carry him down stream for miles and mile only dragging himself out occasionally onto a small island or rock in the middle of the river to catch his breath and warm up. he lives on one of these island rocks now. it is small but in a wide section of the river allowing for many escapes. there is just enough room on the island for a few bushes and a dug out den. he makes daily swims to the river banks in order to hunt for he chases away any animal that comes to his home for fear of the malady.
※body type-arden has been scarred by seeing his family die before him and has developed a far away look that accompanies him everywhere. his body is neither robust or rapid but arden is light on his feet enabling him to hide easily.





i have noticed that there are few wolves for the infected wolves to kill. i could make a few scrap wolves to kill.