Burned Birches and Hollow Howls - Forms & Discussion

[Ammy2-56]

Hello, and welcome to the discussion thread for the RP I co-own along with MyFairLady, Burned Birches and Hollow Howls! It's, um... humble... but it'll work! Ignore the possibly disturbing lack of my own terrible coding!

Please post your forms and OOC chatter here, thank you!

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Kin:

Personality:

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This is just a skeleton form, so feel free to pretty it up as much as you'd like! You may also make your own form, but please include all of the information on the one I have provided. Thank you in advance!

[Ammy2-56]

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Name: "I am Ciara."

Age: "Around nine or ten years old."

Gender: "Female, dear. Can't you tell?"

Rank: "I'm not in a pack, sweetheart."

Crush/Mate: "Oh, what a silly question!"

Kin: "Amor is my companion."

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Personality: She is a wolf of incredible wisdom, although her ways are secretive and she is usually very secluded and reserved. She is a hermit of sorts and has no desire for contact with those of her own kind, instead preferring the company of Amor. Some see her as a witch or demon, but she pays little heed to others' thoughts and lives her life as she pleases.

History: It's fairly normal... She grew up in a small back and broke off from them when she was about two years old. She had never felt a want or need for the companionship of wolves, so she wandered alone for about a year before she met Amor; at first, he didn't trust her, but she gradually let him warm up to her. It didn't take long after that until they were traveling together. As far as they wandered, however, something about this forest kept calling them back... Perhaps it was the trees and how they stood up so straight, tall and majestic. Perhaps it was the warm, soft ground or the constant presence of songbirds twittering their sweet tunes. Either way, there was something magical about the place that always lured them back, and they have recently decided to stay put since Ciara's body can no longer take the stress of roaming so far.

Other: She has very dim vision in both of her eyes, and is practically blind. She can only vaguely sense movement, but her sense of smell as well as hearing is much sharper than that of most wolves.

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[Ammy2-56]

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Name: Amor

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Rank: None; do you think he's in a wolf pack?

Crush/Mate: Have you seen any other hippogriffs around?

Kin: Ciara is his companion

Notes: He is massive compared to the wolves, as he stands just over five and a half feet at the withers. He also cannot communicate in the wolves' language, so others must learn to interpret what he wants to say.

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Personality: He is an incredibly strong beast, but do not think he lacks intelligence; Amor is smart and quick as a whip, and can easily surprise many who encounter him. Despite his enormous size and strength, however, is usually very gentle and can be quite playful at times, especially with his companion, Ciara. When provoked, he can become violent and extremely dangerous, but he is a skilled fighter and will protect those he loves with his own life without question.

History: No wolf knows, and Ciara has never asked him to tell it. He's certainly a mysterious one...

Other: Yes, he is a hippogriff, and I did use a picture of Buckbeak from the HP movies. I don't claim ownership of the picture or the character of Buckbeak.

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[munchqueen]

Ahhhh! I'm so excited <3

Can I reserve the beta position? I'll add some more ranks too, I'm just not sure which yet. Scouts, maybe. c:

[munchqueen]

Name
Lilith
meaning, "of the night"

Age
four years

Gender
female

Rank
Beta

Crush
none yet

Mate
none

Offspring
none

Relatives
none in roleplay

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Personality
Lilith was once a kind-hearted, gentle she-wolf, but was still always willing to fight for her freedom; often against her father. Lilith is now rather bitter - under most circumstances - but sometimes her old, caring self shows through. Not often, though, certainly not often; Lilith has yet to get over her past. Lilith just needs a wolf to show her the light again, and maybe then she can return to being the wolf she once was... However, Lilith has not yet found that wolf, and perhaps she never will.

History
Lilith holds an obvious hatred for her father, though few know why. She has hidden it, since the day it had happened. As a pup, her father always pushed her to become better, sometimes past her limits. But she still loved and respected him, despite his lack of boundaries. However, when she was just under a year old, her father took it much too far; he took Lilith to the river, telling her that it was to practice her swimming. Lilith had thought that he was going to help her the whole way, as she did now know how to swim, but this was not the case. Upon reaching the river, her father took a terrible turn; he pushed her in. She struggled against the current, but was unable to keep herself above the surface. She would have drowned if her father had not pulled her out... Then he started to yell at her, he was angry. He attacked her, and though it was likely not with the intent of killing... Lilith fought back. Though she was still a pup, her father's constant pushing made her better, in a way; stronger. That day, she didn't just fight back. She killed her father; a grave mistake, an accident, she realized after, but nothing would bring him back. And, to this day, she hasn't spoken of it to anyone... So no one knows.

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Never mind, excuse the double post... I'll probably add another character soon, but my mom is kicking me off of the computer. xD

[waggy]

could i res a scout,fighter and omega?
damn,someone beat me to the beta :c XD

[MyFairLady]

Name: Scarlett
Nickname: Scar
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Years
Rank: Alpha Female

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Relationship Status: Single
Crush: None Yet,
Win Her Heartxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Mate: None
Family: She doesn't have any
in the area, as far as she knows.

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"Dreams,
dreams,
always dreams
with you,
never
common
sense."

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Personality: Fearless. Stoic. Valiant. Professional. She'd do anything to help out her pack and is loyal to death. Meet Scarlett, alpha of the wolf pack that now inhabits the woods filled with birch trees. She may be young, but she's not incompetent. Scar has been leading this pack since she was only two years old; quite a young age for such a hard and demanding job. But Scarlett likes it and she likes the superiority it gives her. She could be called a control-freak, not liking it when her plans start becoming erratic and out of order. She's a dreamer and a romantic, your typical Southern Belle. However, she's not ready to enter into a full time relationship with anyone yet, but she's definitely not adverse to innocent flirting. Overall, Scarlett is a loyal wolf with a great sense of leadership.

History: Scarlett was born in the pack. She was the bravest of all her litter and when they grew up, she still proved to be the dominate one. Her siblings left their birth pack to go start their own, but Scar stuck around. Once her father and mother died, she stepped in as the alpha at the young age of two, and has remained in charge ever since.

[MyFairLady]

Name: Francis
Nickname: France
Gender: Male
Age: 2 Years
Rank: Hunter

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Relationship Status: Single
Crush: None Yetxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Mate: None
Family: He originally came from
a zoo, but then was released,
so his family is somewhere else.

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"Where ever
your
friends are,
that is
where
heaven
is."

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Personality: Francis is probably the happiest wolf alive. He is always seen with a smile on his face and has an upbeat and optimistic attitude that never changes. France may be different from other wolves due to his unusual background, but his positive personality will overcome any hurdles that block him from making friends. Typically, he gets along with anyone and always works hard at whatever he does. Hunting is his specialty and due to his speed, he is also a good scout when there isn't anyone else present for that small yet important job.

History: Francis was born in a zoo, somewhere in the Czech Republic. His mother had died giving birth, so he was raised by a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog and around humans. Because of this, he feels very comfortable around any creatures, not just wolves. It also contributes to his happy personality and constant smile. When Francis was around one year old, he was tranquilized and shipped off to the woods near a wolf pack. Of course, he was accepted since he got along so well with everyone else and has since become a very good hunter. His memory is still filled with thoughts of his old life, but because he believes that anywhere is perfect as long as there are friends, he doesn't mind his new life at all. In fact, he thinks of it as a little piece of heaven on earth.

[MyFairLady]

Name: Mantooth
Nickname: He goes by Johnny.
Gender: Male
Age: 2 Years, 6 Months
Rank: Medic

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Relationship Status: Single
Crush: None, But Has Had Plentyxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Mate: None
Family: He was orphaned early on
in life, but the pack helped raise
him. Also, the old medic (now deceased)
treated him like her own.

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"I may
be small,
but I'm tough.
Tough enough
to help
anyone."

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Personality: Mantooth is a medic wolf ever since his surrogate mother taught him all about herbs and remedies. He always expressed an interest in helping others and so far, he's lived up to his dreams and hopes. He's saved lives, he's healed wounds, he was there just in an emotional time of need. Of course, Johnny isn't serious all the time. When he's done with his job at the end of the den, he turns back into a pup; playful, silly, and even a little klutzy. He often has a goofy, crooked grin on his face--much different from the serious look that he wears when he's working.

History: Johnny was born in the pack and lived and traveled with it all his life. His parents died when he was fairly young, but the old healer took him in as her own pup, teaching him all he needed to know about being a medic. She gave him his nickname of Johnny since Mantooth didn't seem to fit the bill when it came to his off-duty antics. Once the former medic died, Johnny stepped in and became the full-time medic, and a pretty good one at that.

[MyFairLady]

Name: Clarissa
Nickname: Claire
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Years Old
Rank: Omega

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Relationship Status: Single
Crush: Nonexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Mate: No one likes her,
so she's not expecting a mate
anytime soon.
Family: None, as they
died in the recent forest fire.

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"Out of
the hurt
and
humiliation
of my
failure
was born
a determination
to succeed."

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Personality: Clarissa owns a very big heart that's of pure gold. She's really friendly and caring once you get to know her, despite her hiding in the corner at first. Once Claire opens up, it's plain to see that she's no longer the shy one who looks the other way every time someone glances at her. Truthfully, she loves to joke around and tease her friends. She's often described as the timid puppy that's scared at first but really just wants to be loved and reflect the love given to her. Her kindness can cause her to be kind of a pushover, but she's not blind as to not noticing that someone's trying to use her for one thing or another. At times, Clarissa can be dorky and awkward, to the point where she'll just stand there trying really hard to come up with something good to say at the right time. She's somewhat moody and sensitive, giving in to her emotions easily and not trying to hide the tears that come to her eyes now and then. Romance isn't really her thing and she tries to stay businesslike and pretends that she doesn't care if anyone "likes" her or not. Maybe someday she'll become more outgoing and playful, but for now, it's up to her friends to bring her out of her shell.

History: Clarissa was born in the pack, an outcast from the very beginning. She was the runt of her litter and was always being bossed and pushed around. She never made a move to stop her siblings because if she did, they'd lie and say that she hurt them. However, a growing determination to succeed tells her that she should start speaking up for herself. Clarissa's other downfall is her voice. It is so terribly squeaky that she can't even howl properly. Since the first pack meeting when all the wolves had to howl, she couldn't and was excluded from the pack gatherings from that day forward. Respect is not something she's used to, not from anyone, not even from a fellow omega. She is and always will be at the bottom of the pack, thrown away and stepped on.