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[balloon,]

Welcome to the forms and discussion thread. Please, make your own forms. What I expect in them.
Name.
Nickname.
Age.
Gender.
Rank.
stage in turning [if turning]
brief history.
personality.
crush and or mate.

This doesn't seem like too much to me.

roleplay

[balloon,]

Lobo Di'miri. Name meaning Looking wolf. Lobo Di'miri is about four years in age, coming to power after his father 'turned'. He was born in a place far away, when his father was young, he raised Lobo at the side of his mother. Lobo was born in the second month of summer, never really caring when, or why. But simply in the second month of the beautiful beginning of another season. Well, Lobo's appearance may be strange but it's his. His real eye is a deep brown, admired by many other wolves, and shared with his father. The blank, blind eye that he gained, is not admired by many wolves, In fact, most are scared of it. His muzzle has a huge scar running down it, resulting in the fright of many pups. His fur is matted, and if you get through all the grime and filth, you'll find what used to be a white striped grey. His flank also has many injuries, scars running down. One is particularly noticeable. On the left side of his flank, running from the bottom of his neck to his underbelly. Legend says he got this fighting a shadow, but only Lobo Di'Miri himself knows the truth.




About three passings[weeks] ago, Lobo began having nightmares. They plagued his dreams, horrid, horrid nightmares that only he knows about. Lobo saw himself, by his packmates. He was standing in front of them, and they were all cowering. Lobo smiled, but this smile wasn't genuine, there was something else in it. His fur was no longer matted, in fact, it seemed to blend in with the darkness. In the next nightmare, he dreamed of nothing. Nothing. But the need to consume. He's thinking about alerting the healer, but he knows how busy the healer is, and he needed a little time to see if it was getting worse.



Lobo is a strange wolf, as many have observed. His demeanor is usually calm, cool, and collected, but there is much more inside that many wolves have pondered about. He tends to hide what's really inside, and focus simply on other's needs. It is very unusual to see him think things over more than once, for he usually decides things very quickly. He can be charming and quick-witted, but that's only around people he trusts dearly. He's usually one to be shy, and a bit mysterious, his past unbeknownst among most of the wolves, as he refuses to talk about it to anyone. He's usually helpful, and will do anything for his pack mates. He loves when someone accepts him for who he is, and will give all his loyalty to them. He's actually an okay wolf, compared to his appearance. Most believe that he is cruel, just for the simple fact that he's messed up. He hates when others think he's cruel, especially when they won't get close to him because of it. He hates his appearance, and himself, and is, really, an okay wolf.






Lobo was born in a small reserve, raised by his father. His mother, well, his father had no idea where she was. She was here one day, gone the next. The next morning, his father woke up with a pup at his feet, obviously his mother's pup. His father didn't quite understand, still, that didn't stop him. He raised the pup with the best care that he could provide, and Lobo thanks him for it every day. When Lobo was about three months, the midnight came. It rapidly took over, and Lobo's father with Lobo, quickly ran out of the reserve to the safest place possible. There, he formed a small pack, young Lobo as beta, his father as alpha. The pack attracted many of the survivors, and soon grew in side. Lobo remembers a moment when the pack felt invincible. But it all fell. His father, the whole time, had been experiencing the turning. His father ran, and poor Lobo never saw him again.

[balloon,]

name Cerēt [meaning "hope"]
age one year.
gender female.
rank omegaess.
likes
-rain
-puddles
-wind
-thunder
dislikes
-sun
-secluded wolves
-her rank
-pretending.
habits none.
+ve traits
-fiery
-optimistic
-hard working
-ve traits.
-hot headed.
-shy
-unsocial.

personality
Fire fire, burning bright. Won't you let me live tonight?
Cerēt is a strange thing, that listens to no one, and fol-
lows her own rules. She poses as shy, but that's not her
true nature at all.

Actually, she's fire, burning bright and strong. She won't
open up to you easily, but once she does...


history

She was born as a pup, a regular dog to be exact. Her
owners knew nothing about her true breed, and believed
she was some sort of strange husky. Once the darkness
came, her humans went quick, and Cerēt needed to get
out of their house, before she went too. She found the pack,
and was immediately made omegaess, for she told no lies
about her past. She regrets that, but in some ways, she's
proud of it.

[rottenmutt]

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name ➢ Vladimir
name meaning ➢ --
gender ➢ male
age ➢ 4 yrs
Pack ➢ midnight
Rank ➢ hunter

build ➢ Slender
eye color ➢ brown
fur color ➢ greys & whites
breed ➢ pure wolf

strengths ➢ battling & stealth
weaknesses ➢ healing & kindness
known for ➢ night trips
belief ➢ none

crush ➢ pm me
mate ➢ none
ex ➢ none
pups ➢ none

personality traits
➢ adaptable
➢ independent
➢ determined
➢ fearless
➢ resourceful
➢ powerful
➢ quick-witted

➢ cynical
➢ deceitful
➢ inconsiderate
➢ quarrelsome
➢ unpredictable
➢ vengeful

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[balloon,]

accepted c:

[Corvette]

{ nigel } { male } { delta } { six years } { timber wolf } { no crush } { no mate } { no pups }
My name is Nigel, and I'm a purebred male. I shouldn't be mistaken for a female. I have no known nicknames, unless you can come up with one. I am currently six years old, two months, and seven days. I was born in August, the day is unknown to me. My current rank is delta and I am happy to hold that rank. I do however want the rank of alpha male, since it is higher. I have no secret crush, crush, mate nor pups. My mother and father are both dead, and so are my siblings. I have several scars on my flank, my shoulders, my neck, and my legs, although most are not visible to the eye.

Nigel is a very loyal wolf, he has been raised in the pack life, and has always been pushed to be the best, to use the best of abilities, at all times. This has shaped Nigel to be a stern, strong, both physically and mentally, loyal, and to react mainly on impulse, which could be a fault in the brute's actions, although it seems to have been in his favor, for the most part. How Nigel turned out to be this way is from being raised, mostly by his father, whom was the beta of the pack, before when Nigel was just a pup. Seeing as Nigel was the only brute born in his litter his father, unknown, took Nigel under his wing and isolated him from other wolves, including his sisters, unless it was for hunting or fighting training purposes. This has left Nigel with poor social skills, and has made him to have a short temperament, and to be very stern, but along with that has made Nigel one of the most loyal wolves you'd ever meet, which has helped him in ranks and gain respect from his pack, even though others may whisper about how stubborn and how mean Nigel's natural attitude is, but even being fully aware of the gossip, he knows he'd protect every one of his pack mates with his life, which only goes to show that if Nigel ever took on a mate, he would be utterly loyal and protective over her, that is if he could manage to find a fea that could get past his harsh nature. Even though Nigel is the way he is, he does have strong doubts about himself, and can pick out his own weaknesses, like for example, he doesn't believe he'd be fit to take care of a litter of pups if he ever took on a mate, but he has the confidence, and is positive that he'd be able to run a pack if he had to. Even though Nigel seems like the perfect brute, like every other wolf, he has a deep, dark secret that haunts him every moment of every day, the thing is. In Nigel's previous pack -before being wiped out, was the alpha. Anyone could question how a beta's son became alpha of his previous pack. The alpha did die, along with his successor. Not due to natural causes or a fatal attack from another pack, but because of Nigel.

Nigel was the first one born into his litter, being the oldest brother to three sisters.His parents were the alpha's of the pack, and his father trained him for the position through his youth.It was one of those days, out training with his father in a clearing not far from the pack.They were attacked by a rouge, and Nigel being young couldn't do anything but hide and watch as his father fought the rouge off. In hiding, Nigel watched his father die in that fight.On impulse he ran from his spot, exposing himself to the rouge's mercy. The rouge didn't seem to want to harm Nigel, as he was just a little pup. Nigel was depressed and angry though, and jumped forward lunging at the rouge.The rouge wasn't going to deal with him, and swung it's paw around. Leaving a huge scratch down Nigel's muzzle, deep and bleeding. After that the rouge left, and Nigel walked back to the pack. Alone and injured, unable to do anything about his father's death.After Nigel got back he howled sadly, breaking the news to the rest of the pack who saw him walk back alone and covered in blood. His mother fell into a depression, forgetting her responsibilities that she had in the pack.Without their alpha's, Nigel had taken up the responsibility to take care of the pack. Such a hard job for a young pup to take on, and to do it alone too. He managed the pack well enough, until the rouge came back. Padding into camp like he lived there, and Nigel took the power to get the rouge to back off and not return. All without a fight. His scratch had formed into a scar, alerting the rouge that he was indeed the pup that had interfered in the clearing. Nigel's mother decided to show herself then, allowing the rouge to join the pack. She didn't know what the rouge had done, but when Nigel tried to tell her she snapped. She was the alpha female still, her word was held above his. The thought that pushed into his head angered him, he didn't want to leave his family to the rouges mercy. Especially after the way he saw his mother talk to the rouge, watched the rouge slip into the alpha den after her. He wasn't following under the rouge, and a widowed alpha female who approved of the thing that had murdered his father. That night though, he left the pack behind.

{ kahlua / aero } { female } { healers's assistant } { three years } { timber wolf } { no crush } { no mate } { no pups }
this is kahlua, it's a name she gave herself because she could never remember her real name, which was aero. she's the same age as oh, and you'll find out later why. she is a female, obviously. she's three years, born in september. she currently holds the rank of healer assistant but wants the rank of alpha for many reasons. most of her family is dead, but one. her only brother, oh.

this is one wolf who is defeated. she's never one a single fight and blames it on herself because she's weak in her mind. she has no self esteem whatsoever. she prefers staying alone because most wolves tend to ask questions about each other, and kahlua has nothing to offer. she can't even remember her own name. you can always tell when she's lying to you or someone else, when she lies she tends to force her answer out instead of in a calm way. it's something she's always done and probably won't be fixed anytime soon. that's on the inside, however, you might like what you see on the outside. on the outside she is a white female with dirtied fur, but that's not all. usually when she's around others she is quiet and shy, never revealing herself to a crowd. she dislikes big groups and tends to be alone off in the distance, because of her dirty appearance she may be mistaken for a loner. an actual wolf loner, not the quiet shy loner. she's quite the submissive type rather than an aggressive type. She was quite awkward as pup, however, her siblings wanting to play while she didn't, or several attempts by her older brother wanting to practice his dominance on her. this made her weary of alpha males, however when she met jax it was different.

moving on to history her history may seem like it was a normal family, and in some way it was. the only thing different was this little fae and her brother oh. yes, her brother's name was oh. she had two other siblings, another sister, luce [ lucy ], and an older brother by the name of bandit. bandit always practiced his dominance on her, if he wasn't he was only trying to. their mother however didn't think it it was a very good idea being kahlua was basically the runt of the litter, along with her partner in crime, oh. her parents' names were never revealed to the pups. it was just a 'hello, i'm mom' or 'hello, i'm dad' so going on life that's what she figured her parents names were. at a young age her father grew sick and couldn't recover. he was taken to the healers of the pack however he didn't survive long. many thought he was a cruel male on the outside, but on the inside he was as sweet as they come. he actually cared for his mate and pups and was devastated he was going to die. kahlua barely remembers that day since she and her siblings weren't aloud to go into the healers den to see their father, but their mother was. kahlua could faintly hear her father say he'd never forget them, then it became silent. the sound of crying echoed through the healers den, and instantly she knew her father had died. a mere couple minutes later her mother came back to say he's gone to wolf heaven, a wonderful place no bad guys could get him. that's one thing kahlua never forgot, and she still says it today. then, the second worst day of her life came when she and her siblings were ten months, her mother got sick. endless hours in the healers den made the pups worried. who was going to take care of them? who was going to teach them how to hunt? surely the alpha male or alpha female would. wrong. once her mother passed away, all hell broke loose and several wolves tried to get the pups. the alpha male took first shot at oh, and took him into the alpha's den, however kahlua escaped. she went a long way out of pack territory before she was sure they stopped following. at night she ventured back to the camp and stayed in excellent hiding. she could hear her brother and alpha talking. the alpha wanted oh for one reason and one reason only. to make him a cruel wolf and teach him to kill on sight. however before the alpha to start his little mind game, the alpha female crashed. she became sick and the alpha male was deeply worried, for she was the only thing he cared about. the alpha male became weak in his own way, devastated the healers couldn't do a thing about it, it was a sickness that was un treatable. kahlua didn't stick around to figure out what it was, nor did she care. she was focused on her only brother left. oh. bandit had been murdered in the process of the large group scrambling for a pup. however her sister's remains remain unknown. that night while the alpha was distracted, kahlua grabbed her brother by the scruff and hauled him out of there. neither of them remember that night. then, the worst happened. they decided to go their own separate ways and soon forgot about each other. oh had spent a year doing his time as loner.

[balloon,]

accepted, but were's Oh? lol, love the name btw.

[Corvette]

i'm not going to use oh xD he's still alive though

thanks! i'm giving credit to swag; for the name kahlua, though.

[balloon,]

that's impossible....I'm sorry, you can't fill the omega rank without filling a form :c..

[Corvette]

huh?

sorry, i'm a little confused.