Can You Survive It All? *Closed*

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How have you survived?

You live in the forest with your wolf pack. The forest has been your only home. Thinking you ruled the whole place, you let your guard down. Nobody had bothered you in so long, your pack thought everybody had died out. You have no idea. The Night pack has not even been heard of lately. Then again, they never ventured out. Your clan had no contact with them.

For the first couple months, when your pack let their guard down, everything was fine and dandy, but alas, it never turns out like that. Then the Night's attacked.

Oh, that was the worst time. Fighting, yowling, scratching, and death. Death, death, death. You took part in the fighting, and got your fair share of bumps and bruises and blood. Then came the awful period of healing. You found your family dead.

Stricken with grief, you fled into the forest like a few others. Everybody has a different story when they were in the woods that dreadful night, but the end result is the same. You came home with the others to find everything destroyed by the Night pack- who apparently thought they killed everyone- which had left to find some food.

The Night pack is a group of elite wolves. You thought they had all died out, as there had been no sign of the pack for a while, but no, they have thrived, with twice the numbers. They- as shown today- are ruthless killers, and you must escape. Gathering at the campfire, you talk with the remaining survivors.

How have you survived?

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Rules

1. This role-play will only have spots for six people. I do not want it getting very crowded.
2. Follow all of Tess' rules.
3. Do not play anybody from the Night pack.
4. Use my form.
5. Do not abandon this role-play. You will be kicked out if you do not post within 3 days. PM me if you will be gone.
6. Only ONE character per person. Balance out the genders please.
7. Do not leave anybody out.
8. Do not make perfect characters.
9. No chat-speak. Use proper grammar please. That includes paragraphs.
10. I may reject your form if I feel you will not be right for this role-play.
11. This is a semi-literate to literate role-play, so one or two sentences will not make the cut.
12. Make your posts pretty, please.
13. Last, but not least, have fun!
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Form

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Full Name: (What is your characters full name?)
Nickname: (Any nicknames?)
Gender: (Female or male?)
Age: (Characters age?)
Appearance: (Thorough description of your character.)
Personality: (Likes and dislikes? What they think of the world? Traits? Etc.)
History: (What happened in their childhood?)
Thoughts: (What do they think right now?)
Extra: (Anything else?)

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Characters

Girls
1. (Landscape)
2. (Insanitys-Definition)
3. (wolfhorsegurl3)
4. (Once Upon A Time)

Boys
1. (Crazycookiemonster)
2. (.:.|Titanic|.:.)
3. (.:ѕησω∂σмє:.)
4. (Shashajean)

NOT ACCEPTING AT THE MOMENT

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Username:
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Full Name:
Daisy. She doesn't have a last name.
Nickname:
Sometimes her mother would call her Day, but everyone else calls her Daze.
Gender:
Daisy is a female, a she-wolf.
Age:
Daisy is 3 years old, almost 3 and a half.
Appearance:
Daisy has beautiful light brown fur, light and soft, but it's actually pretty thick. Her fur is tinted with golden strands, and some darker shades. Her fur is silky smooth, like a waterfall. Daisy is very thin, never having enough food. But because she was always exercising, and running around, Daisy has some muscles, especially in her legs and front paws. Daisy has sharp green eyes, looking at your every move, it sometimes seems. Flecks of brown help make them a bit softer though. They are very big, and take up a large portion of her face. Overall, she looks very soft and sweet on the outside, a bit unlike the real her.
Personality:
Daisy is not afraid to speak her mind. She has her own opinion, and if she disagrees with you, she will let you know. Unafraid of getting in trouble, she can be very reckless. Daisy isn't over-confident though. She knows she is not the best, smartest, or anything like that. Deep down, she wants to just be normal, but she hides it with humor.
Speaking of humor, Daisy can be really funny sometimes. Sarcasm is her middle name. When she is feeling hurt or scared, she always tries to hide her true emotions. But sometimes she uses humor to flirt. Daisy has always been a huge flirt, but doesn't really want a mate. No guy has ever caught her eye, I guess.
Though she has a hard outer-shell, Daisy can be very soft on the inside. Hurt and pain have always been her weaknesses. If somebody is hurt in battle or something, she immediately feels the pain like it is her being hurt. That has seriously been a big problem for her in battle.
History:
Daisy was born the runt of the litter, the only one who survived. Nobody thought she would survive, but they gave her the benefit of doubt. To the surprise of everyone, she survived, and thrived. Unlike her poor mother, however. A year after she was born, Daisy's mother died from unknown causes. Her father had taken care of her for the next couple years, and was a spy, sneaking around the forest, trying to find out if anybody was to attack them. The day before the Night pack attacked, he was killed, and brought back to their camp tied in a chain of flowers. Daisy broke down, and didn't fight at all when they attacked. She went to the forest, and came back to find everybody dead.
Thoughts:
What next?
Extra:
Nope.

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{Bump}

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{Would anybody like to join? 3:}

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{Hmm...}

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{Please?}

[Insanity-Defined]

Username: definitionofinsanity
Full Name: Delta rhiannon skylark flaii
Nickname: Just, Delta ;]
Gender: Fea
Age: 2 years, 1 month
Appearance: There isn't much intricasy in this wolf's physical profile. Black. Like the night sky when the moon is captive, and all is shrouded in cloud. A velvet like sheen skitters through her furr, and her paws are small when compared to her long, slender, fragile legs. Breakable legs. Her hind leg has already been broken once, and she carried that reminder in a limp, and a sharp pain in physical activities. Her build is frail... her snout, small... and in that endless furr, are a set of gold, shimmering eyes...
Personality: Perhaps a little stand offish, she doesn't really interact with other wolves that well. She is srtill relatively new to the consept of pack life, and being around too many wolves scares her somewhat. Now that there are less, she feels more comfortable... sort of. But a heavy burden rests on her frail shoulders... could it ever be lifted? If she cannot speek freely to others, it is likely to not. She can also be a little depressive... prone to negativity, she has trouble seeing the bright side of life. Even more so now...
History: A dark area this is. Raised as a pup in the snowy mountain peaks, her mother was murdered shortly after her first few weeks. Her father was the cause. He was a sphyco, and resented all soft and sensetive. He drilled it into her skull every day in the two months she lived with him - Love is for the weak, and the stupid. To prove it, he murdered her mother before her innocent eyes. About this time, ehr brother left her, running away. He never made it far, before her father hunted him down, and used his pelt to line his den. Later, in the dark of the night, as he slept, the crazy brute got what he deserved. The blood of this revenge splattered on the paws of Delta, and with no where to go and her family completely in ruins, she took to the loner road... to find the pack, just before the attack happened.
Thoughts: She feels as if she has let the pack down drastically. She was one of the wolves that never truly beleived they were safe, yet she said nothing of it. She spent her days alone in the forests on the outskirts of the packlands, and when suspicious scents began appearing there, she told no one. She blamed herself so badly for what has happened... taking the burden of the dead loved ones on her own shoulders, accepting the fact that their blood is on her paws, when it is not truly only her fault. Sure, she contributed... but she didn't cause it. She doesn't think this.
Extra: (Anything else?)