➸ ｓｅｖｅｎ • ｄｅａｄｌｙ • ｓｉｎｓ :: ｓｅｍｉ-ｌｉｔｅｒａｔｅ :: ａｃｃｅｐｔｉｎｇ

[avarice.]

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Avarice prowled about the seeming lifeless forest. Not a single sound erupted to break the silence that it presented to his ears. Muscles ripped under his sable pelt as the brute walked on. His steps were muffled as they made contact with the cold dirt. The sun didn't peek through the canopy which made him wonder if it was night or day. Finally a sound. The faint sound of a birds chirping was heard ahead of him and this quickly livened the forest around him again. Avarice changed his pace to a trot as he hurried towards the bird. Where it was, there were sure to be some other animals around them. Quickly approaching, the brute lifted his nose into the air taking a deep breathe, inhaling every scent that wanted to be found by him. The smell of prey was the first thing that entered and with a grin, Avarice knew that he had a shot of getting food this morning. Just as him mind filled with the thought out fresh meat and a challenge, another scent entered. A scent not at all unfamiliar to him. A scent marker, telling him to keep away. A pack was nearby.

Avarice entered the packs territory and walked around searching for a challenge. His desire to become notorious was motivating him to find the alpha of the pack. After much searching and keeping himself hidden from the others that may have lurked around, he succeeded in finding the young leader. The pack was very small, only containing one other member with him that seemed to but nothing but a young pup. Not wasting a second for himself to be noticed, Avarice lunged forward and the battle began. It didn't last long. Walking away passed the terrified eyes of the younger wolf, the stains of blood painted the ground around the dead wolf. "Remember the name Avarice! Tell those you know of my murder, young one." Those were the only words said to the young pup before Avarice disappeared into the dense forest ahead.

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➸ U s e r n a m e

~Chεrіsh τhε Mσmεητ~

➸ N a m e y o u g o b y

Avarice

➸ G e n d e r

Male//Brute//♂

➸ W h i c h S i n a r e y o u ?
Greed

➸ D e s c r i p t i o n

A tall and lean wolf, Avarice has the body of an athlete. Possessing longer legs than most wolves, this gives him the appearance of a runner. His pelt is a very bright and vibrant shade of sable with each strand being tipped with black and his eyes are a soft yellow with his pupils being outlines in dark brown. His fur is thick and dense and seems ruff from a distance, however, up close and personal, it's a very smooth and plush. Even though Avarice is lean, his frame is well muscled. His tail is the only part of his body that is very bushy and slightly rough. It ends with in a swirl of black tipped hairs.

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y

Quite ambitious, Avarice is always wanting more of everything in his life. Territory, higher notoriety, and even females are only a few things he looks for. This brute is never satisfied with the littlest of things and will always go for the biggest, baddest and even much more dangerous objectives. Avarice laughs at the face of danger if it means that his greed can be satisfied for just a moment in time.

Always roaming around, Avarice looks for weak packs with only just a few members to steal territory from. He doesn't go for the pack members, but the alpha(s). He figures that if you take away the source of a packs power then it will all fall right into your paw. This is all to gain more territory for himself. He doesn't care if many wolves become homeless roaming aimlessly looking for a place to live and survive.

Avarice looks to have a really high status in the land. He wants to become famous and well known to all wolves. To him it means that he will definitely be feared. What does he have to loss? He lost enough already being the way he is. Taking down a few wolves won't create a good enough reputation that he desires. More lives have to be ended and some spared, but not without great injury, before that brings him close to his goal.

Lastly one of the most craved things that stays true to his nature, is females. Avarice isn't the type of brute to just stick with one girl. He's a major player and will always look for more and more females to call his own even if it meant that they had a love already. He isn't one that forces things, but never the less, with any female he sees or happens to talk to, he will develop a crush for them. Now it doesn't always mean that he does love you but it is rare possible for one to actually make him want to stick with you. Don't get your hopes up though.

➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?

"Well every female that crosses my path will become a love to me."

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?

"You think I'd have just one love of my life? My sin is Greed and with that I'll always go for more and more loves."

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?

I'm a little behind on some of my school work and might not post everyday. I have a series of projects due by a specific date and will be stuck into them more than likely. If this is a problem, please let me know.

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➸ R o l e p l a y S a m p l e

Look up to Avarice's. It wants to say hello to you.

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➸ U s e r n a m e

~Chεrish τhε Mσmεητ~

➸ N a m e

Verity

➸ G e n d e r

Female//Fae//♀

➸ A g e

8 seasons

➸ R a n k

Disputant

➸ D e s c r i p t i o n

Verity's pelt is a very soft shade of white. It isn't pure white however, as in a few places on her body, there are specks of blond that stand out against the lighter base color. Her pelt has a very course, and dense feel to it. Eyes that are a beautiful shade of emerald green, with every glance this fae does, it seems she is staring deep into your soul reading you like a book. Verity is incredibly small. She has always been smaller than the average fae since she was a runt in her litter, always being pushes away from the essential nutrients she needed to grow. Possessing a fairly lean physic, you may always thing that Verity is a very weak wolf. That isn't the case however. She is more than capable of muscling her way around.

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y

Quite anti-social and not very talkative, Verity keeps to herself the majority of the time. She has a tough time expressing herself around others and will rather stay and listen rather than give her views. Everything you may have read about her this far is true but there is a deeper part of Verity that no one has really experienced before. She knows how to hold her own and will fight if need be. When this happens, it would be wise to not provoke her as Verity has a unpredictable nature.

Being anti-social, Verity lacks the social skills that would help her interact with others in the pack. She finds it hard to communicate and express herself around them. She fears that one day she might do something wrong and either hurt someone she cares about or worse become under attack from it. Verity does try to talk to others and will if they are someone that she trusts and understands her well enough or if it is her superiors talking to her. Everyone else are like watchful eyes that are waiting for her to screw up so they have a reason to cause trouble.

Not very talkative, Verity stays quite a lot. It doesn't matter what is going on, she just refuses to speak her mind. It all plays into her pup-hood and fears. There really isn't much else to it other than that.

Even though Verity seems like the skittish type of wolf, she is far from it. When her life depends on it or if she is told to, this fae can become a banshee striking fear into all that appose her. She has a heart of a warrior in her that wants to escape it's cage but hasn't found the key just yet. I warn you to watch what you do when she is in this state as Verity become incredibly unpredictable with her actions.

➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?

"Why would I think of love at a time like this?"

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?

"Uhhhhh ..... no ... not interested really."

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?

[Xelinator]

When I RP, my posts will be longer and have more small details, like nice font and symbols, a picture of the charrie, etc.


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|::| Invidia Est Anima Tua |::|
Invidia took a deep breath in, inhailing the stale scent of a long-dead corpse. It's scent was so calmingly putrid, yet so... familiar... The silence echoed on for several more minutes, giving Invidia a moment to pause and think over in the deadly, yet peacefull silence. Once her decision had clearly been made, she blinked her one golden eye a fair few times to examine the atmosphere, and slowly made her way into the darkness of the shrubs. Her mouth hung ajar slightly to keep tasting the raggid, taste-full scent... It had such a bitter flavour, like any corpse would. Invidia's thoughts hung bluntly inside her head, her paws moving automatically forward like machinary, and her golden eye flashing like a car's headlights. Despite the powerful will to turn away from the rotten scent and linger elsewhere, the night-pelted she-wolf allowed her sorrowfull and dark soul push her futher... Step... Step... Step... Invidia turned, her tail twisting side to side with fury of the interuption. Her golden eye flickered dangerously, her heart thumped against her chest like a trapped rocket... Step... Step... Step... Indivia's ears twitched, her tail beating side to side more furiously. She slowly turned, paws feeling the marsh-like, damp ground beneath her, and faced the eerie occupant of the sound. No living soul stood before her.

The moon glittered soundly above the shadowy cliffside. The darkness threw itself lower and lower to the ground, making it get deeper into the rough tick of night. Step... Step... Step... Once more the wheezy steps thundered the ground, making Invidia's eyes glow in golden slits, and making her throat rumble out constant growls of rage. Invidia looked extremely taken aback as the rythme of the stepping faded. Nothing but beacon-like green eyes stood glinting mischieviously in the shadows. Invidia's tail flickered faster, ears twitching and muzzle curling into a infuriating snarl. Withoute a sleek second to escape, the small creature was done. Invidia had risen from her soundless crouch and sprang, thoughtless, forward, sinking steely claws into the now limp body of the creature. Her neck dropped and she bit deeply into the helpless creature laying before her. Pulling back, she spat out the chunk of the creature she had ripped out. Glancing down, her suspency feelings turned to dust, and she snorted disbelievingly. Just a fox, she thought, eyes clearing from fury, and her tail stopping low as it swayed, as if dusting the sweet, wet earth. She flickered her ears like radars, and turned her gaze back towards where she stood several seconds ago. She took, once more, a deep breath in. Not a single scent of the corpse. Invidia found herself thinking deeply. Imagination, she thought, Just my imagination...
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➸ U s e r n a m e
Dutchgirl8.

➸ N a m e y o u g o b y
Invidia Est Inima Tua, but she's known as Invidia. Her name means Envy on your Soul.

➸ G e n d e r
Female.

➸ W h i c h S i n a r e y o u ?
Envy, if possible.

➸ D e s c r i p t i o n
Invidia is a sleek, black she-wolf with a deeply ruffled pelt. Her eye is a moon-shadowed gold, polished with the dark scarlet around the edges like fresh blood, getting duller by the second and brightening in every blink. She stands around four a half foot, and is a fair length of around five foot long from nose to tail tip. Although, her weight lays aside compared to her hight and length, as far as she knows, for she is one hundred and thirty pounds at the current moment. As propably noticed, she wears a half-face mask and is missing a eye. For a long history she holds, this is the most departing, as she got a large scraping scratch down the side of her face, and it is now cut down, only minor skin layers to the bone. The mask is made from her very mother's bone, and makes good protection.

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y
It is clearly obvious that Invidia isn't the most caring she-wolf alive. Infact, she is propably on the list of the most dark, cruel, careless she-wolves ever created. Despite her loathing for darkness and peace, she barely ever eats. It is fairly in the middle of it being because she is a Sin, and her just being a soul-less, heart shredding creature by heart.

Invidia has the typical kind of personality for a Sin - ruthless and similar to a rogue. Her hate for living life has grown so strong, as she envys those who were born normally with a calm lifeline, unlike her, who's job it practically is to go around threataning to rip wolves' heads off. However, Invidia has a bold heart and, although not being seen in the open often or at all, she will never back down - will always stand tall withoute a droplet of icy, heartless fear. She clearly isn't a public Sin Wolf, as you would be lucky to catch sight of her once in a blue moon. Yet, she uses her sociality for exploring, and has achieved much thoughts apon things, such as her senses. As they may be a inch stronger than a regular wolf's senses as she is a Sin,she has brought them up to a high level of consentration, and often takes them to good use - for herself, that is. That brings onto the subject of her friendlyness. It is clear that Invidia isn't a sweet she-wolf at all, as mentioned before, and that any contact with a living creature ends either with a sharp, risky depart or a sudden death, withoute a word about it - and it isn't Invidia who dies.

Now you know the basic personality of Invidia. She isn't exactly a kind, nice she-wolf is she? Yet, her calmness, silentness and skill is so amazingly shocking, you wouldn't understand she was a Envy Sin. But there, her envy for a normal life is so storng, how couldn't she be Envy? And that brings the personality to a end, with a thorough thought of Invidia. Now, you better keep away from her, eh?

➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?
"My love lays where my teeth drip with crimson blood."

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?
"I don't stand by this sort of rubbish."

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?
I will finish my personality soon, thank you.

[kreate]

((Reserve me lust? Will make now))

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Abira ran. The wolves from the opposite back began to gain on the white Hessian. Abira snarled as she dodged another Pine. These damn trees,Abira thought bitterly. They were always getting in the way. She dodged another, and another. Her pack stained with dirt, needles and some other forest ground. Abira was going to clean herself. The Hellion put on another burst of speed, her adrenaline already fading, quickly. her ears flicked back, getting in the barks and howls from the group. she was stealing prey for her pack. her pack had none, and now she was getting chased away. The hellion turned sharply to the right, barely making the Chasm. it was long, and Abira ran alongside. The chasm looked like a long scar in the ground. and Abira ran.
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➸ Goodbye

➸ Abira

➸ Hellion||Female

➸ Lust

➸ abira has a furry white pelt mixed with grey. she is about as large as a timber wolf. The Hellion has gold eyes that seem to burn into one's body. Abira has long black claws, and weighs 119 pounds. She is heavy built, made for fighting and hunting, not running. She is lean still, having stamina in her favor. She is a mix between arctic and grey wolf, giving her mixed fur color. The hellion has a small nick in her right ear.
[Physical description;; Fur color, height, weight, eye color, species, mass, lean or bulky, etc.]

➸ Abira is a jokester. This is one of her many moods, and is the most mood she's in. The Hellion has the 'don't care' mood, the 'lets have some fun!' mood, and the 'don't piss me off' mood.

..:: The 'don't care' mood ::..
Abira's mood says all. She doesn't want to be bothered in this mood, and will be snappy and rude if she has to. This usually happens when she's tired, sore, or just plain grumpy. she hardly smiles, and rarely laughs. She's in the thinking mode when she doesn't care, and is easily annoyed.

..::"let's party!"::..
Abira is tha happiest in this mood. she looks in the good in everyone, and always looks on the bright side. She will take down any challenge, and will tackle it head first. her feelings are hard to hurt in this, and she is the most flirty in this mood. She always smiles, and has the hyperactivity of a pup in this mood. She wants to have fun, and doesn't have time to be serious.

..::don't Piss me off!::..
She is the most grumpiest in this mood. She doesn't want to be bothered. This happens when she has decisions to make, and is thinking hard. Abira will easily snap at you if you get to close, and never smiles in this mood. The hellion wants time to herself, and will destroy things in her path.

➸ Nope


➸ No
[Mate?]

➸ Nope

[Vespur]

(Male spot saving.)

[*~CrystalRuby~*]

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[Will be updated tomorrow ]

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➸ U s e r n a m e
*~CrystalRuby~*

➸ N a m e y o u g o b y
Scar

➸ G e n d e r
Male

➸ W h i c h S i n a r e y o u ?\
Envy

➸ D e s c r i p t i o n
Scar has no true form, but he resembles a pure black wolf believed to be as dark as the night sky. He has deep blue eyes and blood red scars and markings. He wears a chain around his neck and a spiked bracelet around his front right paw and back left paw. He has a necklace with a special everlasting potion on it, only he can use it and any other wolf who tries to with end up dead. A.K.A. Its sorta like poison but he can drink it because its been passed down generation by generation.

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y
Scar is a very dark wolf. He keeps all most everything hidden. He likes to act like a normal wolf and be in a pack, but when your alone when him his plan starts, if you end up alone with him then you better break the rules and leave because he will kill you in an instant for no reason. Scar can be very jealous when someone else gets something he wanted and he will make up a way to have them mysteriously disappear just so he can take it from them.

➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?
[ To be updated ]

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?
Not yet

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?
Why do you need to know?!

[wildfire6]

(( Lussuria is done, but I'll go back and work on her if you think I missed something))

[abandoned.]

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Zodiac Princess
Zodiac | 3 Years | Fighter | Impress Her | Fae

Zodiac seemed to come to her senses somewhat as the ferocity of the wind picked up. The she-wolf shook her head and worked against the ferocious wind that seemed determined to keep them outside in the freezing rain, that was pouring down heavier and harder on the two wolves. She kept her ears flat against her white head, drowning out some of the rumbling thunder as the made their way to camp. She heard Kodiak say something and lifted her pinned ears from her head, to catch it, but she was being pushed into a hole in the ground. Once inside, the she-wolf scrambled up to her paws and shook her fur out of excess water. Then, she padded to a corner of the den, sitting down and curling up, her ears at half-mast. 

As she lay there, drying herself off as much as she could, she could barely hear the thunder outside. Slowly, her nerves calmed and she yawned, watching the pouring rain, not much bothered by the lightning or rain, just the thunder. Hearing Kodiak, she looked at him, and nodded at his question. "It's better," she said, her voice soft. "I don't mind the rain much...just..." she shook her head and placed her head down, looking out with her light brown eyes. Every so often, when the loudest clap of thunder was made, she would let out a whimper. At least she knew she had solid shelter, unlike when she'd been a pup. When she'd been stuck in her first thunderstorm, she'd been under a large tree, having not been able to find a hollow or abandoned den, but the noise, the rumblings, reminded her of growling, bigger wolves. 

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➸ U s e r n a m e
Pie220
➸ N a m e
Legacy
➸ G e n d e r
Female | She-Wolf | Fae
➸ A g e
3 Years | Three Years
➸ R a n k
Disputant
➸ D e s c r i p t i o n
[Physical description;; Fur color, height, weight, eye color, species, mass, lean or bulky, etc.]

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y
In a summary, Legacy is sweet, somewhat shy, and thoughtful. This female cares about her pack mates deeply. If a member or another wolf is in need, she is more likely the first wolf to offer her assistance. She loves assisting others, especially the elders.

Legacy can also be a shy wolf. When she first meets someone new, she is hesitant about speaking with them. She tries her best to hide this side of her, because she feels as if she's being ridiculous. This side usually comes out with compliments or praise, only because Legacy is humble and modest. But once this fae is comfortable with you, she can become your best friend and your confidant.

Legacy always seems to put another's need before her's. She is thoughtful, considerate and trustworthy. You can confide in her and she will listen to you, as if there weren't other things for her to do, which there normally isn't anything for her to do. You don't have to worry about being judged by Legacy since she's open and welcomes almost any wolf. If you seek advice, she will try her best to assist you.

All in all, Legacy is perhaps the most sweetest and kindest wolf, though that does provide flaws for her. She is trusting and can be extremely gullible and naive.
➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?
Impress Her

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?
None

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?
Ransom is her brother.

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Up there(:

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➸ U s e r n a m e
Pie220
➸ N a m e
Ransom
➸ G e n d e r
Male | Brute
➸ A g e
3 years | Three Years
➸ R a n k
Alpha(?)
➸ D e s c r i p t i o n
[Physical description;; Fur color, height, weight, eye color, species, mass, lean or bulky, etc.]

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y
There are many things that can be said for Ransom. In short, he is quiet, he is protective, he is ferocious, and he is logical. These four words describe him best and they are the first words that pop into another's mind.

Ransom is quiet and thoughtful, a bit like his sister. He listens to problems and sorts through them with logic to find the best solution to the problem at hand. He isn't thoughtful in the way where he would go out of his way to help another. Don't get me wrong, he is completely willing to help a fellow pack-mate, but that is where he draws the line. When he does speak, he usually has something important to say. He normally speaks just to his sister and a few close pack-mates.

The one thing that Ransom has a weak and soft spot for is his sister. He has always been the protective brother who gets quite fierce when one dares to make a move to hurt her. Ransom loathes the idea of his sister being hurt in any fashion because he knows she is too trusting and extremely gullible. He is extremely loyal to the pack and will always do his best to keep the pack safe from any of their enemies, even if it means putting his life on the line, he'll do it.
➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?
Impress Him

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?
None

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?
Legacy is his sister.

((WIP...I'm making a male and female...and then I'm considering a role...))

[Kat.]

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Nevermind. I'm not joining anymore.
~ Kat ~

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[H o w l i n g]

➸ SilverHorse ::
Rue is Accepted and has been added as a Beta.

➸ Anyone who applied for the role of Envy ::
Dutchgirl8 reserved it on the page before the one we are currently on. Seeing as her form is already up to standards as it is and it is still a work in progress, there is a good chance she has gotten the role, but it still comes down to the personality. So, we'll see.

➸ Goodbye ::
Not accepted as Lust, if your form is mostly complete.

➸ Willowkit17 ::
Your form has improved, but when you roleplay here, I ask that you do not use -- or ** for actions between posts. It reminds me of text roleplay, or limited character chat roleplay. Just include the action somewhere...please? For now, you have been accepted as an Alpha, but what comes down to it is if you truly can take the role.

➸ Anyone I might of missed ::
I'm terribly sorry. Please, feel free to message me if I missed your profile or didn't address it above. I'm hoping that I got everyone.

[kreate]

((I know. I'm working on it right now. Can I still have it reserved?))