-•- OBLIVIONS OC'S -•-

[luno]

Hey, I'm Oblivion, as you may have gathered already- unless you can't read... Therefor I think you should go and learn rather than read this garbage, we wouldn't want you to go into school (or wherever you go too- I'm not one to judge.) and start spitting out garbage, now would we?

Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Here, for whatever reason you're here, will be where I store all my Oc forms- and maybe some other junk. It's nothing exiting; so if you expected any ice-cream I'm sorry I disappointed you. Yeah- I don't really eat ice-cream, but I do like cake. I suppose you came here for something, so maybe you should just stare at this cake for a while? Ok; have fun. Don't go too wild!

[luno]

J A Y K I T

Name; Jaykit • Jaypaw • Jayhope • Jaystar
Age; Jaykit is around 4-5 moons.
Rank; A kit, of course!
Weaknesses; Jaykits weaknesses conclude of his curiosity and how naive he can be. Tell him to eat something? He'd eat it. Tell him to do something? He'll do it. He won't think twice of who is ordering him to to what... And why.
His curiosity leads him to sneak away when all is quiet. If he got lost, it wouldn't be the first time.
He is also afraid of getting sick.
Strengths; He is very obidient, and lovable. It's hard to stay mad at the little scrap of cuteness.
Mentor; To be chosen!
Warrior name; Jayhope.


Getting closer; As we covered before, Jaykit is a very cute kit; cliche or not, he's extremely lovable.
Though not all of the time. Some may find him annoying, or too persistent. He's creative, and if put in the spot will usually come out with something random.
He is also rather kind-hearted, and always wants to try and make others feel better.


Romance; Boop, open- even though he's a kit--


Other; (Codewords in rules, and OOC Or questions will be put here): I hope he's ok- sorry I had to use this poopy form, it's old.

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[luno]

♔ S O R R E N♔

Basics;
Name; [i]My name is Sorren...
Age; I don't think you need to know this... (4 Years old.)
Rank; I am the alpha; I am as surprised as you are.
Weaknesses; My silence. Some mistake it for fear.
Strengths; My fighting and thinking. I am strong mentally, but not as strong as I am physically.



Getting closer; Sorren is the murdurous of the pack. She will stop at nothing to prove her power, strength and what she is truly capable of. She's not always like this, though. She was once she was a kind wolf, who would always look out for others... Though that changed. Nobody but herself knows why, but all will be revealed at the right time...
She is a quiet wolf, the one who would silently kill you. She likes to put her victims through pain, and uses the element of surprise. Many wolves think she's a little strange... Not many of them think she's capable of death. Whenever a wolf dies- she will be there. She is usually the killer, and will return to camp with fake grief after death. Fresh blood is the only thing taut will satisfy her hurting, and it's the only thing that ever will...



The past; **Written as a story, get your popcorn.**

"I love you too." Sorren smiled gently, pressing her neck against Clovers, her new mate. She barked her joy when the next summer came, as she was pregnant with his pups. She had imagined having her own as a pup. She was an lonely pup, and with no brothers or sisters, she had not felt mothering yet.
Her pups were born happy and healthy, all three of them. One night, all fell silent. Her pups would not squeek, or make their little yaps in their dreams. She panicked, mother instinct telling her something was wrong. She pushed into the den, and there she saw it.
Three, dead, pups. All of them mutilated, blood staining the floor around them. Above them, standing close was Clover- covered in crimson red.
Sorren barked and growled, trying to get him away. They ended up in a nasty fight. Sorren won. Snapping his neck in her jaws and feeling a gush of his bitter and metally blood sent cold shivers down her spine. She grinned, and hurried her pups with grief. After that; she never trusted again.
She still hunts down her mates family, and plans on killing them all.



Romance; Hah! Yeah right.



Other; (Codewords in rules, and OOC Or questions will be put here): I hope she's ok![/i]

[luno]

♔ S O R R E N♔

Basics;
Name; [i]My name is Sorren...
Age; I don't think you need to know this... (4 Years old.)
Rank; I am the alpha; I am as surprised as you are.
Weaknesses; My silence. Some mistake it for fear.
Strengths; My fighting and thinking. I am strong mentally, but not as strong as I am physically.



Getting closer; Sorren is the murdurous of the pack. She will stop at nothing to prove her power, strength and what she is truly capable of. She's not always like this, though. She was once she was a kind wolf, who would always look out for others... Though that changed. Nobody but herself knows why, but all will be revealed at the right time...
She is a quiet wolf, the one who would silently kill you. She likes to put her victims through pain, and uses the element of surprise. Many wolves think she's a little strange... Not many of them think she's capable of death. Whenever a wolf dies- she will be there. She is usually the killer, and will return to camp with fake grief after death. Fresh blood is the only thing taut will satisfy her hurting, and it's the only thing that ever will...



The past; **Written as a story, get your popcorn.**

"I love you too." Sorren smiled gently, pressing her neck against Clovers, her new mate. She barked her joy when the next summer came, as she was pregnant with his pups. She had imagined having her own as a pup. She was an lonely pup, and with no brothers or sisters, she had not felt mothering yet.
Her pups were born happy and healthy, all three of them. One night, all fell silent. Her pups would not squeek, or make their little yaps in their dreams. She panicked, mother instinct telling her something was wrong. She pushed into the den, and there she saw it.
Three, dead, pups. All of them mutilated, blood staining the floor around them. Above them, standing close was Clover- covered in crimson red.
Sorren barked and growled, trying to get him away. They ended up in a nasty fight. Sorren won. Snapping his neck in her jaws and feeling a gush of his bitter and metally blood sent cold shivers down her spine. She grinned, and hurried her pups with grief. After that; she never trusted again.
She still hunts down her mates family, and plans on killing them all.



Romance; Hah! Yeah right.



Other; (Codewords in rules, and OOC Or questions will be put here): I hope she's ok![/i]

[luno]

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T A L L H E A R T

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Name Salmon is just a nick-name; his real name is Arron, but he doesn't like that name. Wolves use it when mad with him... Which is a frequent thing...
Age Hes loosely around two years old.
Gender He is a male (brute.)
Rank He is a lowly omega in a high blood pack...

Personality:; Salmon is a very out-going wolf. He talks a lot and prefers to be with others rather than alone. He's not afraid to bend the rules and cause trouble, meaning when he is barking his witty coments to another wolf, he will be the only one there. He is very flirty too, and likes to mess around with the females. He can be immature at times, and rarely thinks about the consequences of his actions. He rarely uses his brain, and is always dragging him and others into trouble. He can be painfully honest at times, even when it can get into trouble- so he's good at digging holes for himself.

Love life: Salmon is currently single, though he does flirt a lot and likes to play with the females.
He may settle down soon though.

I hope he's ok- I'm sorry the form is ugly. I rushed it... }}

[luno]

Username~
My username is .:IObemI:. But you can just call me Emily.
Full Name(middle is optional)
Toby, Benjamin (Ben) Wardle.
Gender~
Male.
Age~
17
Reason Why You're at the Island~
Who, me? I'm here to kill some overweight lizards.
Personality~
Toby is a very smart character, and not in a good way. He can be rather cocky, and a little bit of a show off.
He pushes people to their edges, crosses many lines and enjoys to irritate others. He's full of come-backs, so enjoys getting into fights.
He can be a flirt, a lazy one. He can be a little rude- but hey, what's he got to live for?
History(Optional)~
{{ Wip. }}
Weapon(s)?
He carries a small hand-gun, and keeps a pocket knife in close range.
Equipment?
So far, he has nothing.
Crush~
Hehe.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend~
*Slow head-shake.*
Offspring~
The last time I checked, I'm a male. I would not like to imagine how I would get the sprog out of me...
Siblings?~
He has a younger brother back home.
Other~
Rawr!
Sorry, this was rushed. I was unsure if the roleplay would have limited spots... Looks amazing! <3