paws in the snow ; literate ; open

[mint.]

{ silver - I am an idiot- forgive me :3 - changed
Fashionista! - please pm me - thanks

We can start when everyone who has reserved posts or when everyone has atleast tried to fill in their form

bump- I have a strange feeling this roleplay belongs in the realistic animal forum so that's why nobody's joining .-.}

[.:Ѵuℓтuяe˩oveя:.]

★

caelestis >> warriors >> female >> rita
ℝoleplayed by .:Ѵuℓтuяe˩oveя:.

❝ No one fights dirtier or more brutally than blood; only family knows it’s own weaknesses, the exact placement of the heart. The tragedy is that one can still live with the force of hatred, feel infuriated that once you are born to another, that kinship lasts through life and death, immutable, unchanging, no matter how great the misdeed or betrayal. Blood cannot be denied, and perhaps that’s why we fight tooth and claw, because we cannot—being only human—put asunder what God has joined together. ❞

ＩＡ Ｍ Ｍ Ｅ

➺ n a m e
"Hello there young one, my name is Rita."
Rita -- In Greek, meaning pearl. She received this name for her pearly-white coat.
➺ c o d e n a m e
"Well, I have a short list of various nicknames."
Some wolves who are not aware of Rita call her Tundra or Moon Stalker. Others are most likely to call her Moon Stalker, because of her silent paw-steps && white fur that relates to the moon. But really, in the Caelestis group, she goes by Pearl or R. She prefers to go by the nick/codename of R. Wolves are aware of her by her motto, which is: "If a codename was the most important thing in the world, then you may call me R."
➺ w o l f s p e c i e s
"My, my. Being specific here?"
Rita is a Arctic Wolf, yet she follows the physical structure of one.
➺ g e n d e r
"I am a She-wolf, to be specific."
She-wolf. In other words, 100% female.
➺ a g e
"I am five years && counting."
Rita is five years old, noted as a fully-grown she-wolf.
➺ g r o u p s t a t u s
"Young one, I am a loyal Warrior of Caelestis."
She was born && raised in the faction of Caelestis. Her ranking has been started as a pup, subordinate, thus earned the position as a Warrior after learning her brute strength.
➺ p h y s i c a l d e s c r i p t i o n
"Well then, young one, it seems you want to know a lot about me."
Rita is a 30 inches tall, representing her shoulder height. She weighs 156lb, giving the status that she is a healthy she-wolf. Her built is very muscular, so in other words, she follows board-shoulders && strong muscles. Which refers to her brute strength. Rita has a very long tail, giving her good balance with long legs to follow. Rita has the strength of agility because of her legs, && she can avoid your attack/break through your defense easily. Rita is well-known for her pearly, white coat (mentioned earlier in ➺ n a m e) with hints of gray all over. There are some hints of cream within her fur too, giving her a blurry white at day. In night, her fur shifts from pearly-white to stone-gray, due to the faint source of light within the night. So she is rarely visible to the user during the evening. She has very thick fur, so Rita can last in the coldest winters. Rita has a mix of brown && amber eyes, with details of white somewhere inside. Yet, Rita has sharp eye-sight to catch the slightest movement that no one else can see. (This refers to her ➺ s t r e n g t h && ➺ p e r s o n a l i t y.) Her eyes are very significant && eye-catching, which is the first thing everyone notices about her.

ＦＡＣＥＩＴ

➺ p e r s o n a l i t y
"My, aren't we picking up a conversation."
Rita is well-known for her sharp eye-sight, which leads to a personality trait of being observant. Catching the slightest detail is Rita's job, or well, it least it is. Rita is trusted to go spy on their enemies because of this trait, && which leads to another because of her hard, awkward silence. This she-wolf can move without any distraction, Rita is not shy, which most wolves think of because of her silentness. Truly, she is confident, the antonym of shy. Rita won't fold her ears back if someone compliments her, or blush or anything. She'll just say, "Ah. I appreciate it" or "Why then, thank you". Yeah, she's not really the kind that's talkative actually. Then again, Rita's the quiet one. Rita is very unpredictable at most times, especially in battle. Most wolves aren't aware of what thoughts are in her head, so you're really not prepared for what Rita'll do next. This she-wolf is solitary at most times, rarely seen cooperating with others from her pack. Spending time alone is one of Rita's favorite things to do, because she simply cannot stand conversations with those of a bossy personality. Really, she doesn't think of herself as a superior && flawless mammal. She thinks things differently. Because of this, Rita is very wise with her words && actions, very careful with her planning && organizations.
➺ l i k e s a n d d i s l i k e s
"Short story, long."
✔ weather ➵ cloudy, raining, snowing ➵ Rita despises other sorts of weather. But cloudy days or rainy seem to fit her the most. She loves the smell && feeling of wet rain dripping from the sky. Rita also appreciates the forecast as a cloudy day, because for her it's relaxing. Snow because it gives the ability for her to blend in within surroundings. ✔ seasons ➶ winter, spring ➵ She loves the coldest days && nights of winter, watching snowfall is one of her objectives every winter too. Spring as well, because she enjoys the blossoms && plants growing back to it's former beauty. ✔ food ➶ rabbits, deer, moose, elk, fish, birds of prey ➵ If you ever offered prey to this she-wolf, you'd give her one of these six options. Rabbits, deer, moose, elk, fish, birds of prey. Which would you choose? Rita mostly prefers deer or rabbits, but any of the other four are fine as well. ✔ actions ➶ running, stalking, tree-climbing, hunting ➵ Amongst these three sum up to hunting, but she splits them into four different choices. Some of these refer to her personality traits, running for her agility, stalking for her quiet side. Even for a Warrior, she sometimes goes out hunting by herself. It's some kind of training, she'll say. ✔ time of day ➶ evening, noon ➵ She loves the darkness absolutely, && she loves pulling off pranks to wolves during these times of the day. ✔ traits ➶ patient, obedient ➵ She respects those who are obedient && patient, Rita appreciates those whoever with these traits because she can tell they understand the situation.
✘ weather ➴ sunny ➵ The only weather she dislikes is a sunny day, it gives her some headaches && she can't relax well. The brightness also distracts her a lot. ✘ seasons ➴ summer, autumn ➵ Rita despises the heat && bright colors, so Summer && Autumn aren't her favorite seasons at all. But she's fighting through it. ✘ food ➴ small rodents, foxes, small birds, waterfowl ➵ Sure Rita may seem fine with any kind of prey, but she doesn't like any of these four. Small rodents, foxes, small birds or waterfowl are the kinds that she hates, but she'll eat it if there isn't anything for her that seems yummy. Rita clearly despises small prey, because they don't look as delicious, she says. But she hides it. ✘ actions ➴ talking ➵ Talking isn't on Rita's to-do list. She says it's a waste of time, unless it has a reason why. ✘ traits ➴ bossy, snotty ➵ Rita will shortly shred their ears off. She hates those who think, "Oh, I'm perfect!" or something that compliments themselves that aren't true. She prefers doing this off && alone by herself.
➺ s t r e n g t h s a n d f l a w s
"Nobody is a perfect creation. I am not afraid to share my own flaws aloud."
✔ There are three strengths that Rita has:
one >> agility >> Because of her long-legs && tail, she has the ability to run with perfect speed && outsmart her enemy by moving quickly.
two >> silent >> She is very quiet, so most are unaware of where she is or what she's doing.
three >> eye-sight >> Eye-sight. This is a strong strength Rita has. She is known for catching the smallest detail no one else catches.
✘ There are three flaws that Rita has:
one << tight spaces << Agility needs open space, but when it comes to tight spaces it won't work so well. Rita hates tight spaces, because there's nowhere to go.
two << brightness/intense heat << Whenever the sun's rays are too bright, Rita may be dehydrated easily or have a headache.
three << loud noises << It distracts her a lot from being observant, && her attention will fully focus on where it came from rather than her target.

ＬＥＴＳＨＥＡＲＩＴ

➺ h i s t o r y
"Why...do you wish to...know?"
She was born in a litter of four. Parents of the Arctic she-wolf Sakura && Mackenzie Valley brute Tatsuya. Titled the second oldest of the litter. Two brothers && two sisters, eventually the newborn-sister died, leaving Rita the only sister in the family. Her brothers where known as Koichi && Koji, which meant light/shinning first child && light/shining second child. Koichi && Koji were both Mackenzie Valley wolves with gray flanks && a white base coat. They even had identical eye color with Rita. The only difference between the two brothers was that Koichi had a black forepaw, while Koji did not. They were a mischievous trio, them three, && it was said that Rita was most mischievous. But Rita does not remember anything of her mischievous pranks. Well, except a few that she pulled off with her brothers. Like the time she put rotten fish in a elder's nest, yeah, that was pretty...sneaky. But for some reason, the blame came onto her brothers...little bit odd yet mostly sneaky of her.

When Rita reached the limit of her puppy-hood, she became a subordinate. They figured that she wasn't really a strong wolf to handle things, so she was kept in that position for a while. Rita wasn't mad or anything, but she enjoyed helping around the Caelistis. If she had spare time, Rita would train with her brothers who were learning tactics of hunting. They would have certain activities to do on certain days. Koichi && Koji ran some assessments for Rita on agility, identifying kinds of prey, adapting to her senses, && much more. They were quite mentors for being the younger siblings. One day, Koji decided to run an assessment of battle, even if he didn't know any good battle tactics. So it was Rita versus Koichi, since the Mackenize Valley wolf was older than Koji. It would have been the most-well trained one to win against the opponent who only knew the major things in battle. Well, Rita turned the tables here && she won. Koji figured that she put her lessons to use, after being observant for the whole assessment after all. Their brother seemed to agree, && tried to convince Rita that it'd be a great chance for her to be a Warrior. Rita refused, && well, Koichi had to live with it after all.

After a few months of being a subordinate, the Pack's Leader decided that maybe Rita should go with the hunting patrol. The patrol consisted five wolves, && two of those five wolves were her brothers. Koichi && Koji. At this rate, they had become a well-experinced Hunter, yet still kept the secret of the old days when they taught their sister. Especially the assessment that Rita had won against Koichi. They didn't make any verbal contact except nods or smiles. When Koji saw a deer, he wanted to go hunt it down by himself. It wasn't long until Koichi barked their brother to stay away, then Koji was shot by a human hunter. The two Warriors whom where on the patrol drove the killer away, while Koichi && Rita dragged Koji back to bury him somewhere safer. To rest. Peacefully. Her brother's grave site was under the tree nearby where they all taught Rita, with a orchid rested on the top of the solid Earth. Rita comes daily to exchange the old flower with a new one that she finds nearby.

Two days later, Koichi came to Rita's subordinate Den && suggested they'd go join a hunting patrol. Rita did not question or object, but nodded her head. Simple as that. The patrol had more members this time. Seven. Including Rita && Koichi. They went out to hunt what they thought was a moose, Koichi realized something odd about the 'moose'. It was a bear instead, && it was too close to the Caelistis camp so they had no choice but to drive it off. Koichi, eventually, was killed in the process. Rita grew outraged && started attacking the bear all herself, the patrol was awestruck of her ability. The bear lost it's forearm with one wicked strike of a claw && a furious bite, it ran away && Rita knew it died due to it's condition. Somewhere. Out there. Koichi's grave site was next to her brother's, with a lily instead of a orchid. Rita drew a slash with her paw print between the two graves, so she could identify that it was her siblings.

A week later, when Rita was four years, the Alpha gave her the title from a subordinate to a Warrior. Until then, she never failed or objected any of her Pack's orders. Her parents were proud of their daughter, then later died of old age. Rita has been recently visiting her brother's grave three times a week to exchange the flowers, && sometimes train nearby because she thinks they'll be watching her. Same with her parents, so she leaves three various kinds of flowers. An orchid, lily && a rose. One time she realized, she never knew why her parents called her Rita. Then after learning from an Elder than Rita meant pearl, the she-wolf's heart sparked with hope again.

ＨＥＡＲＴＬＥＳＳ，ＭＡＹＢＥ

➺c r u s h
"I never allowed myself to fall in love."
No one. Feel free to catch her eye.
➺m a t e
"I believe I mentioned it earlier."
No one. Feel free to catch her eye first, then capture her heart.
➺p u p s
"Why, I do love ambitious wolf-pups. I do not believe I can raise my own though."
None.
➺k i n
"My family was loving. If they were still living, then they would be a strength to me."
Her Mother was a Arctic Wolf who was known as Sakura. Deceased of old age.
Her Father was a Mackenize Valley Wolf who was known as Tatsuya. Deceased of old age.
Her older sister, 1st sibling, was a Eurasian Wolf who was known as Estela. Deceased of a reason unknown.
Her younger brother, 3rd sibling, was a Mackenize Valley Wolf who was known as Koichi. Deceased of a bear attack.
Her youngest brother, 4th sibling, was a Mackenize Valley Wolf who was known as Koji. Deceased of a shooting.

ＥＭＰＴＹＯＲＭＡＹＢＥ

➺l e t s r e v i e w
"Why, have you forgotten who I am already?"
1.) Rita is a female, Artic Wolf, who takes the role of a Warrior in Caelistis.
2.) Rita has the strengths of agility, silence, && eye-sight. She has the flaws of tight spaces, brightness/intense heat, && loud noises.
3.) Rita was born in a litter of four, total family members of six.
4.) Rita's motto is actually, "The moon itself is a pearl in the distance, who loses it's color each && every new month. I am the moon too."

© of the form goes to me, .:Ѵuℓтuяe˩oveя:.
© of the characters physical appearance goes to me, .:Ѵuℓтuяe˩oveя:.
© of the images/gifs go to rightful owners

[rustic .]

❝
Hello, my name is Eries, the alpha male of Caelestis pack.
I'm just 5 years of age, much younger then some other wolves
in my pack. ❞

[mint.]

{ silver - I am an idiot- forgive me :3 - changed
Fashionista! - please pm me - thanks

We can start when everyone who has reserved posts or when everyone has atleast tried to fill in their form

bump- I have a strange feeling this roleplay belongs in the realistic animal forum so that's why nobody's joining .-.}

[diamonds;;]

kadin

[Banter.]

n a m e || "Clover, of course. My mother named based our names on local flowers and plants."
a g e || I believe Clover would say, "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter." If she knew who Mark Twain was, of course. In actuality, Clover is the mere age of three. She is not a pup any longer, but is still young at heart. Though she is younger than most in the pack, she believes she is an adult and can do whatever anyone else can do mentally. I wouldn't try to tell her any different.
r a n k & p a c k|| "I'm a huntress in the pack of Caelestis. I'm content where I am, I don't aspire for anything more."
d e s c r i p t i o n || Clover is shorter than average, standing about 30 inches at the shoulder. She is filled out nicely with fur and muscle, leaving her with a full and fluffy appearance instead of a skinny one. Her pelt is white, tipped with gray and tan once it reaches her back. She has a tan stripe running up from her nose and her ears are rimmed in gray and tan.



p e r s o n a l i t y ||

n a m e || "Nightshade. After some sort of plant, unfortunately."
a g e || "Too young." Nightshade is three years old, like his sister Clover. He wishes he were older so that he could get more respect within the pack.
r a n k & p a c k|| "I am a warrior of Nox. Someday I wish to be beta...no, alpha."
d e s c r i p t i o n || Nightshade is a big, thick wolf. Not tall, but stocky. He stands about 34 inches at the shoulder. His body his mostly muscle and lean. His legs are powerful and long, giving him the ability to hunt as well as fight. Nightshade's fur is light, but is covered in dark guard hairs, giving him a mostly black appearance. His underfur is soft and a light gray shade. You can see his underfur in some places, like on his shoulders and scattered through his scruff. His eyes are a bright yellow color. If he looks at you straight on, they're piercing and somewhat eerie.



p e r s o n a l i t y || Nightshade is what you could call blunt. To the point. Brusque. You get it. He doesn't seem to care about other's feelings until later. Then he feels guilty.

(( None of these images are mine! ))

[mint.]

{ We can start when everyone who has reserved posts or when everyone has atleast tried to fill in their form

bump... }

[princess pudding]

>> Friendly bump

[mint.]

>> Friendly bump

{lets just say the accepted ones are in my rank post.

can everybody just do their part and we can start - for those who have atleast posted a picture and edited their form atleast once, you may work on your first post. }

[bmxspex]

(My device is picky with pretty posts. Sorry if italics and stuff don't show up.)

Who: Averra Ren, Caelestis warrior, fae
With: Nobody
Feeling: Irritated

The pale gray she wolf sniffed at the damp ground, hoping for the scent of prey. She hadn't eaten for two sunrises; Averra's legs were becoming slightly shaky from hunger and she blinked often, light headed. Growling, she inwardly hoped that the Nox pack was suffering as much as they were. Realizing what she was doing, Av quickly glanced around to make sure no one saw and corrected her thoughts. 'I hope they're not starving too badly.' Stretching, the warrior lay on a smooth, flat boulder bathed in a weak ray of sun. 'At least it's warm. Life could be a lot worse.' Picturing the territory bound in ice and blanketed by snow, Averra shuddered and rolled on the rock, letting the faint warmth seep into her pelt.

Watching the rest of the pack start to wake, Av squinted at the sun as a few plump geese flew over, honking obnoxiously. "They're mocking me," she growled irritably, scowling. "Stupid birds." Briefly wondering if they would land anywhere near, the warrior stared at a misshapen patch of shadows on the rock and reminded herself to keep a pleasant expression on her face. Deciding that she might as well do something, Averra heaved herself to her paws and trotted off into the territory, hoping to find something edible.'The weather's nice. Why isn't any prey running around?' Sniffing, she found only the wet scents of dirt and water floating around, mixed with the smell of plants. Poking at a spiky orange leaf, Av decided that it didn't look that edible, and that it would be to prickly to eat anyway. Growling again, she continued to pace throughout the forest, checking out a plant now and then to see if it looked alright to eat. None of them did.

Staying in the woods, the warrior moved slowly, wanting to conserve energy until she could find food. Lifting a paw, Av caught herself thinking of the geese again, replaying their honks in her mind. Frowning, she looked up and pricked her ears, realizing that she was actually hearing the calls. Her heart starting to flutter a bit with excitement, she turned her head until the location of the geese was clear, then trotted towards the sound. Inhaling the crisp morning air deeply, Averra allowed herself a cheery smile and some bitter thoughts about their rivals as she came upon a large lake, surface glittering in the slight breeze. Far out on the water sat a trio of geese, jerking their long necks and honking loudly. "Typical," she muttered angrily, then turned and padded away, scuffing the dirt viciously as she did so.