Deinopius Rocks
Player name: hollyleafcat121
Pack: shores
Name: Ivory
Age: 7 months
Sex: female
Scent: she smells like fresh roses and sharp mint with a hint of cinnamon
Body Type: small, lean with long chest fur and tufts on her ears that are darker at the tips with a long piece of fur over her right eye and a long furred tail
Pelt color: a beautiful snowy white with black points on her legs, tail and ears
Markings: black points on tail, ears and legs
Eye Color: the exact shade of ocean blue
Other Details: jade green earrings and a silver chain necklace with a crescent moon given to her by her mother (bangs, scars, earrings, necklaces, whatever)
Personality: sweet, kind, a bit shy, loves to be helpful and very quiet but she has a spilt personality and can sometimes act fierce but not in a mean or cruel way only if someone underestimates her but she would never phiscally or mentally damage any good wolf
Likes: being helpful, friends, getting attention, security and jellewery
Dislikes: violence, wolves getting sick or injured, death and basically anything harmful in any way
Main Talent: making jellwerey (hunting, tracking, socializing, etc.)
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): socialising, hunting, fighting, trusting
Fear(s): bullies, other packs, death
Song: cool kids (optional)
History: when she was only 3 months her mother Daia was killed by a loner and ever since then the spunky overly confident pup she was evaporated and she went through depression for 2 long months and still isn’t completely healed, Ivory lost all her friends who started bullying her and then she found her mother’s necklace and it inspired her to learn how to become a jeweller and although she is still a pup Ivory practises everyday on the seashells around the shore (optional)
Desired Rank: jeweller
Current Rank: pup
Crush: none
Mate: none
Relatives and Pups: Jewel (deceased mother) Raven (older brother) (please specify)
Pic: (optional)
RP Example: Ivory snuggled closer to her mother Jewel, she wasn’t there, Ivory woke up and glanced around the den she’ll be fine Ivory decided getting back to bed but something told her to find her mother. Ivory put on her cream sheepskin cloak and lit a small lantern, Ivory then grabbed the lantern in her teeth and trotted out trying not to trip as her legs were still rather short and she didn’t exactly want to fall and risk the entire pack seeing her, suddenly a wail arose striking the air like a bolt of lightning, Ivory broke into a run, abandoning the lantern and dodging rocks and large windblown tree branches she scented the sharp acrid scent of freshly spilled blood, Ivory’s heart stopped, in front of her was her mother, lying on her side, Ivory shook her please be alive! You can’t be dead! Don’t leave me! Ivory’s shoulders shook with grief and she lifted her head a let out a low mournful howl, her mother was dead. (It is now required that, attached to your sign up, you must also write a paragraph or two of role playing. This is to see if you are literate enough to keep up with this rp, I don't want to see any chat-speak or gruesome grammar/spelling errors!)
Player name: hollyleafcat121
Pack: shores
Name: Raven
Age: 6 years
Sex: male
Scent: Darkness and blood
Body Type: solid sturdy shape with large head and regular ears and eyes
Pelt color: almost black grey with paler grey on chest and legs
Markings: none
Eye Color: amber
Other Details: both ears have multiple chips and he has a large scar running down one side (bangs, scars, earrings, necklaces, whatever)
Personality: arrogant, rude, disrespectful
Likes: death, injuries of others and getting his own way
Dislikes: being told what to do and wolves helping each other
Main Talent: fighting (hunting, tracking, socializing, etc.)
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): kindness, empathy, sympathy, compassion
Fear(s): being weak, dying
Song: (optional)
History: (optional)
Desired Rank: alpha
Current Rank: omega
Crush: none
Mate: none
Relatives and Pups: Ivory (little sister) (please specify)
Pic: (optional)
RP Example: Raven glared at his mother’s body lying on the ground she was stupid not to defend herself! he thought triumph lighting his gaze, he never liked her anyway and how on earth was his sister actually grieving? Raven thought she had got him, he felt like she was on his side, how could she abandon him? As a wolf came to pay his respects Raven growled how could anyone even care about that mangy mutt anyway? She was just a pile of rules and nagging, Ivory should hate her like me Raven snarled in pure hatred and felt like tearing out the throats of any wolf who dared to grieve his mother but he knew that if he left the pack then Ivory’s suffering will end, Raven vowed to himself that Ivory’s blood would be on his paws. (It is now required that, attached to your sign up, you must also write a paragraph or two of role playing. This is to see if you are literate enough to keep up with this rp, I don't want to see any chat-speak or gruesome grammar/spelling errors!)