T h e G r a y ~ Semi-Literate Wolf Plague RP ~ O p e n

[|~Nevermore~|]

No one knows where it came from. No one knows what started it. Every wolf knows of its damage though, and this is why the Occulte pack fled. The pack the plague originated in called it The Grey. Soon that pack was wiped out, though not before word escaped to other packs. The disease had originated in the tropic climate of Mexico, devouring most of those wolves before touching North America. Here, The Gray mutated and learned to thrive in colder climates, and spread through America like wildfire. Packs who had been at war stopped their fights long enough to warn each other of the danger, and many packs fled. The Occulte pack was warned by a loner who carried The Gray. They tried desperately to escape, and lost some of their own wolves to the plague. They ran, crossing into Canada in a few weeks' time and settling in the far north of Alaska. The Occulte had lost both of their Alphas though, their only beta, a healer, and many hunters and pups. The once ginormous pack was condensed into a few remaining wolves, though they did gain some loners along the way. Now it seems as though The Gray has been stopped, unable to live in the colder climates. Despite this good news, the Occulte faces many troubles. The pack is not accustomed to living in such cold climates, and having lost so many wolves they must start anew, with their alpha being the blind fae that led them away from their home in attempt to save them. This fae was a healer before The Gray hit, however, and is inexperienced and unaccustomed to her new rank. To top it all off, there is always the danger that the disease will mutate again and manifest its way into the Occulte pack's home. Rumors fly that the borders of the disease's reach are extending toward the territory.


• b a s i c s ; All ChickenSmoothie rules apply. No God-Moding, Mary/Gary Sues, perfect characters and the like.

• o o c ; Out of character. Please find a way to define when you are talking out of character with parenthesis or brackets. Do not fight or cuss in ooc.

• s e m i - l i t ; This RP is semi-literate, which means I would prefer proper grammar and punctuation, as well as at least three to four good lines per character per post.

• c h a r a c t e r s ; There is a character limit of three wolves per player. Please try to keep genders even. Please try to keep genders even, though I won't kill anyone if there are five brutes and four faes. For every fae, try to make a brute.

• p l o t ; I am open to major plot change ideas such as drought, food shortages, dramatic weather and such, but please PM me before making major changes. I have laid out the plot in general, but please feel free to add drama, love, and treason.

• r a n k s ; Please have only one of your wolves holding a high rank to give others a chance at having them. Alpha, beta, and healer are considered high ranks.

• w o l v e s ; This is a realistic wolf roleplay. No green wolves or rainbow coloured eyes. No jewelry or tattoos. Also, to keep everyone involved, please do not have two of your own characters be mates.

[|~Nevermore~|]

The current gender ratio is 14 males to 13 females in currently active wolves. This does not include reserved wolves.

Name - gender - age - relationship status - roleplayer

a l p h a s ;
Aimée - alpha fae - just over four years - single - |~Nevermore~|
Alpha male is open to win her heart.

b e t a s ;
Rohan - beta brute - eight years - single - snowface.
Beta female open to win his heart.

h e a l e r ;
Jacque - fae - four years two months - single - GrayStar51

h u n t e r s . a n d . p a t r o l ;
Nikki - hunter fae - five years - crush on Rohan - spottedheart11
Storm - hunter brute - three years - single - Alpha*
Konan - hunter brute - two a half years - single - mimi911
Roland - hunter brute - three years - single - Wilte
Neotta - hunter fae - five years - single - Pokechu12
Lily - hunter fae - four years - single - animeaddict9
Raven - hunter brute - three years - single - animeaddict9
Jay - hunter brute - five years - crushing on Aimée - spottedheart11
Everlight - patroller fae - nearly three years - single - ~Firebird Rising~
Patroller fae reserved for snowface. Name: Adinda
Auden - patrol brute - adult - single - Thanatos Redemption
Siren - patrol fae - four years - single - Darkest.Nation

w a r r i o r s ;
Braxel - fae - young adult - Thanatos Redemption
Tarlon - brute - three to four years- single - ~Firebird Rising~
Loki - brute - five years - single - RainbowDash111
Sol - brute - three years - single - Alpha*
Sherbet - fae - two and a half years - single - mimi911
Tenshi - fae - just over two years - single - ~The~Crying~Wolf~
Azan - brute - five years - single - Pokechu12
Fly - brute - four years - single - flyleafrocker
Arya - fae - four years - single - flyleafrocker
Fallout - brute - four years - single - Silver Bullets

p u p s ;
Pup open.
Pup open.
Pup open.

l o n e r s ;
Vestra - fae - five years - single - pitbull;
Argos - brute - four years - single - pitbull;
Holly - fae - two years - single - Myth & Destiny



c r u s h e s ;
Nikki is crushing on Rohan.

m a t e s ;
None.

[|~Nevermore~|]

f e v e r ;
First, an infected wolf develops a high fever. This fever starts out low and develops over twenty-four hours into the disease until the wolf fades in and out of consiousness. The fever vanishes within 36 hours of its start.

v i s i o n s . a n d . p a r a l y s i s ;
42 hours into the disease, an infected wolf will start hallucinating. The hallucinations vary by wolf but often consist of images of dead parents, pups, friends, mates, fire, and flooding. Variations due occur. 48 hours into the disease a wolf will experience parilization of one or many limbs. After this, the infected wolf dies within twenty four hours and there is no known cure.



You have the option of using this very basic form or your own to join, as long as your form covers the basics. I would prefer you to use your own form though.

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[|~Nevermore~|]

"My thoughts are stars I can't quite fathom into constellations."



n a m e ;
My name is L'Esprit Aimée, but you may call me Aimée. No one has called me L'Esprit since my mother died. My name is pronounced "lespri ah-mee," and it means "the beloved spirit." My mother named me this after months of trying to get pregnant and finally I was born. I was the only pup in my litter, and after I was born my parents stopped trying. Since I was her one and only pup, my parents agreed that my name should mean something special. If I remember correctly, I was named after my father's mother.

a g e ;
I don't strongly believe in asking any wolf of their age, especially a fae. I find it disrespectful, but if you must know, I am just over four years old.

g e n d e r ;
I think by now you know that I am a fae. If not, you know now. Call me as you please, a female, fae, wolf être, wolfe.

p h y s i c a l ;
My pelt is thin but long. It tangles easily and requires me to groom it frequently but I manage to keep it beautiful. There is a tuft of fur at the base of my tail that is always forgotten or missed and sticks up in odd places. My coat is a snowy white, and greatly resembles the frozen powder. My back left paw had a splash of white, as if a dip of sin on a pure creature, though I am far from pure. When I was a pup my eyes were green, an emerald and mossy green that I took from my father with a few flecks of gold from my mother. After my accident caused me to go blind, however, my eyes have faded. They are now a pale and ghostly white with a few flecks of green and a infitisimal fleck or two of tiny, shimmering gold. Or so I've been told. My nose is a deep obsidian black, and my paws are a faded gray, rough from use. I am of average height and weight. My ears are rounded and soft, and I am over-all an average wolf.

p l a c e ;
I am proud to say that I am the alpha of this pack. I acquired my rank after the alpha and his mate died of The Grey. They had no surviving heirs, and we had no alpha for a while. I was able to guide the pack through the wilderness and when we arrived to our new home they declared me alpha. I must say I was very flattered, though I am not trained for my position. I was a healer before we moved, and I am very inexperienced with my rank, and I am grateful that my pack is patient and supports me. I have been alpha for a few weeks now.



p e r s o n a l i t y ;
I can be quite a mysterious fae. To a general anyone I am very quiet. Reserved, unspoken, whist and often unexpressed. I speak rarely around my pack members, and mind my own business. My maternal instincts are high, and this is why I was once a healer. I find it hard to resist helping others at times, even if they are enemies. This is what I call my harmatia, or fatal flaw. I have been driven to help since I was a young wolfe, a characteristic I take from my mother. I am the type of wolfe that believes family consists of the wolves you love, and not the wolves that share your blood. My opinions are strong, though I do not speak them often and I am open to changes. I like to admire the world, and try my best to find beauty in everything, even the smallest of objects. I don't see a point to this crazy thing we call life, but since we all have a piece of it I believe that we should enjoy it and have fun. I am a bit of a romantic, and I enjoy flirting from time to time. Mostly I flirt for fun, as it is very light-hearted. I believe that touch is one of the most powerful senses and I am quite touchy. I am not touchy in the emotional sense, but the physical. For example, instead of thanking a wolf with words I might touch my nose to her shoulder. This is how others see me on the outside though, on the inside I am quite different. Although I require to be taken out of my shell, it does not take some heroic deed to get me out, just some personal time.

h i s t o r y ;
As I said before, my mother and father tried for many seasons to conceive a litter. At last Icame along, though I was the only pup in my litter. After I was born my mother's health declined and they never tried again. My parents loved me, and our relationships were strong. When I was only about three months old I ventured too far from the camp. I had found a grasshopper, and being a curious pup I followed it. I went after the insect for quite a while. Lost in a wonderful new world, I did not realize the danger of my position. I had found a snake, a very toxic one. Having never seen the legless creature before I wanted to play with it. The snake was very aggressive, and bit me near my eye. My screams were heard by a hunter, who picked me up in his maw and ran me all the way to camp. I was lucky the hunter had heard me, and I was lucky my mother was a healer. She gave me a herb that stopped the venom, though it was not powerful enough to heal the damage that was already done. The snake had blinded me, and I was to never see again. Over the months my green eyes faded to a ghostly and ghastly pale blue, and the hunter who saved me became my best friend. His name was Koda. He was a year and a half older than me, but we were as close as litter mates. I loves him like a brother, but once I was old enough my father decided we would be mates. I didn't love him like a mate, but he was agreeable and we got along remarkably well. We had our first and only litter shortly after. A male and a female were born, though only the male survived the night. We named him Atticus. Some months later, a loner wandered into the area. Hurt and disorientated I healed her secretly, and Koda was made to hunt for her. The two fell in love. Seeing him so happy with her I begged Koda to take her as his mate. The loner insisted she was not fit for pack life though, and would not join the pack. Frustrated, I told Koda to leave with her. He did, and I raised our son alone. We were close and loved each other tremendously, but he needed his father. Once he was old enough Atticus too left me to find his father. I don't doubt that Atticus succeeded and I am sure that Koda and his mate had pups of their own. Despite missing my best friend and son I recovered remarkably and do not hang onto the past. My father died of old age and he passed peacefully in his sleep, as did my mother shortly after. I am lucky that my parents and family did not see the start of The Gray. When The Gray struck, the alpha was very stubborn and refused to leave our home. Of course he caught it, as did his mate. The pack was very fortunate that we were not wiped out, and that we were able to leave in time. After the death of the alphas(and many others) I convinced the pack that we should move on, and that it was our only hope for survival. They listened and followed, and we managed to escape. Many, many miles later and we were far from our warm old home. Our new home is cold and it snows often, though the game is bigger. I only hope that we can adapt.



i n s i d e t h e s h e l l ;
I told you earlier that I am a different wolf once you get to know me. While strangers see me as a quiet and reserved wolf, I actually love speaking my mind. I often say whatever first comes into my mind. I often ramble and talk for long periods of time, as thoughts constantly chase and dance through my mind. I can also be very poetic, quoting sayings that many generations above me spoke and passed down throughout the years. I spend a great deal of thinking and coming up with new thoughts and theories. I am a flirt, with friends and strangers, although with brutes I actually take a liking to I tend to be more playful and feisty with my antics. I am into romance yes, but I do not believe in seeking out love. I adore to have fun. Racing, swimming, wrestling, all of it. I can be as playful as a pup in a full moon's light if I'm with the right wolf. I like to joke, and sarcasm is one of my most fluent languages.

e n j o y m e n t s ;
I enjoy many things, mostly including those in nature. I love fall and the cold, breezes, snow and rain. Of course I love pups and helping and healing others. I enjoy games and fun and jokes.

d i s l i k e s ;
Once being a healer I don't like fights or fighting. Due to my history I don't like snakes or many dangerous things. I don't like the heat of summer, nor wolves who deem superiority through age or gender. Like every other wolf, I loathe The Gray.



c r u s h ;
Like I said, I don't really go looking for love. My mate left me, though I never loved him as a mate. I cannot say that I know how love feels, but I yearn to have it. I long for a brute who sleeps soundly, his pelt against mine in the dark of the night.

i n t e r e s t s ;
Though I am open and looking for a relationship and mate, I currently don't have any interest in the wolves of my pack.

q u o t e s ;
"My thoughts are stars I can't quite fathom into constellations."
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in our selves."
"That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."
"My mind is an endless set of catacombs, and I, good sir, do not have the map."

[|~Nevermore~|]

We are now open and accepting! This RP was made possible by the help, critique, and suggestions given to me by snowface.

[king_bear]

I'm not afraid...
it is all just a d r e a m ~
or a n i g h t m a r e -

;;eight;;brute;;bèta;;Aimée's pack;;

~ ιи α ωαʏ Ɩ ƨтαятɛ∂ тσ∂αʏ тσ ωɛαʌɛ ɢαяℓαи∂ƨ ғσя тнɛ ɢяαʌɛ ~

w h o - a r e - y o u ? ;; My name is Rohan, and I believe it means, in a certain language that I do not remember, "ascending". I believe it fits me, for there are different stages I have lived through in my life, and I do think the last one, which is the one I'm currently in, is the one that provides me the most. Not only materialistic, but mental as well.
I am eight winters old, which means that I have lived through the biggest part of my life already. I do not regret being an elder; the beginning and middle of my life have satisfied me enough to be a calm, wise wolf now. I was born right here, in this area, not very far away. But, if you'd ask me, I wouldn't be able to find that place back. I've travelled a lot, in all directions and I do not know all tracks I've made throughout all seasons.
Overall, I am not seen as a fae, which makes it obvious that I am a brute.

~ ιт ωιℓℓ вяɛακ мɛ ʋитιℓ мʏ κиɛɛƨ вɛи∂ ~

w h a t - d o - y o u - l o o k - l i k e ? ;; For an elder wolf, Rohan is still quite muscular and strong. Before he became to old to fulfill his duties, Rohan was a hunter. He was an agile, muscular wolf with a great stamina and speed, and it provided him with skills he could use when he wasn't in the pack, which was a large time of his life. He has stayed almost the same as he was, still not very large, a little under average, with long, thin, but muscular legs and big, fluffy paws. His head is held a little lower, and his back has arched a little downwards over time, but it isn't very obvious, if you do not count the white hairs around his nose, chin and eyes, that he is an elder.
Talking about his face, Rohan has a big, round face with big tufts of hair on his cheeks and in his large, triangular ears. He has two large, wide open hazel eyes, with a tad of gold mixed through. His nose is pitch black, and has a small, fading black stripe up his nose towards his eyes.
Rohan's colour is creamy brown with darker brown and white, and around the eyes and nose there are patches of white hair, due to his age.

~ ιт ωιℓℓ ℓɛαʌɛ мɛ ωιтн иσтнιиɢ ιи тнɛ ɛи∂ ~

w h a t - a r e - y o u - l i k e ? ;; This brute is the wolf that'd rather suffer in silence than bother others with his problems, risking a rage upon him that could rip him to pieces - mentally. This is the wolf that'd rather listen to the trees, how they talk through their leaves and roots, to the flow of the water in a small river, to the roaring of big fat toads, than have a conversation with another, than expanding his social contacts or abilities, than making friends. This is the wolf who'd rather just sit and enjoy the sunlight, than having a blast with friends, running around, catching some deer, that kind of stuff. Rohan is, overall, silent. If there is nothing to say, Rohan will not say anything. If there is something important to say, Rohan will say it, but he will need and take his time. There will be no words spent uselessly, and it is worth listening to him, if you get him talking.

This wolf is also fair, both in actions as in words. He will never let two wolves fight each other, not at all, in his presence. If they do want to fight, then they should wait until he is gone, or until he gives his approvement. Which will only occur in very special cases, and only if both parties are even.
He will, neither, give compliments when another does not earn it. He won't soften his words when they hit you in a critical place - he will not die down criticism if it hurts your feelings; Rohan is fair, and says what he thinks, and it is your choice what you do with it.
But Rohan is, most of all, wise, and will use everything that is in his power to protect the pack from any harm, if it is a group of strangers or a disease.

~ ιи α вℓαтαит мιи∂, мʏ тнσʋɢнтƨ нαʌɛ ɛитωιиɛ∂ ~

w h a t - h a p p e n e d - t o - y o u ? ;; Rohan was, as a pup, born in a litter of two. He and his sister, Niënna, were both healthy pups and they blossomed into strong, young wolves. However, as a powerful, young brute with quite good abilities, he was too much of a threath for the current alpha of the pack. Soon, Rohan was kicked out of his pack, never to return.
He became a rogue soon enough, moving through the lands alone, sometimes with one or two other wolves that accompanied him on his journey... To where? To what? None of them knew, but Rohan had a strong feeling to keep walking, keep moving. There must be a border, sometime. An end to the world they knew it. It didn't take long for Rohan and his only follower that was left, Thoran, to get to the edge of Yellowstone National Park. Fences, higher than they'd ever seen, roads behind them, people... A world Rohan never thought to exist. Thoran fled, fear creeping up his heart and taking him away. But Rohan was enchanted. He spend the next few months in a small bush, not very far from the fences, observing the two-legged creatures, their puppies and everything they hád. Rolling things, flying things, sometimes a large caterpillar of rolling things that were bound to each other in some way... Rohan didn't understand.
As soon as he had enough of the two-leggers, he left, and began strolling the lands again. He grew old, and when he felt the tiredness in his legs, he began to search for a second home. Soon, he had found it, and he joined the pack of Occulte, never to leave, and to spend his old, last days there.

~ вʋт ιғ ʏσʋ ғɛɛℓ тнɛ яɛαℓ тнɛʏ ωιℓℓ ∂ιʌι∂ɛ ~

a n d - w h o - a r e - t h e y ? ;; My mother was named Ïrendil, and she has been deceased for a long time. She has died before I left the pack - I still miss her. I do not know who my father was, and I expect him to be the alpha of the pack I was born in, but I cannot remember his face.
My sister, Niënna, has been the only wolf that made me leave Aimée's pack for a few days. I just wanted to see her once more. The wolves in my old pack were wary, but when they believed that I had really been in the pack, they could tell me Niënna had suffered from a strange disease, and suddenly disappeared. I regret the fact that I haven't searched for her before that moment.
I do not have a crush, mate or pups. I haven't had anyone to love me in the days I was alone, and I haven't learned yet what it means to love someone not in the way of being family.

~ ғяσм вɛʏσи∂ ωιтнιи, тнɛ нɛαят ρℓαʏƨ ιтƨ ραят ~

a n y t h i n g - e l s e ? ;; I'm looking forward to this, just to see what'll happen to this roleplay c:

~ тнɛ яɛαℓ αи∂ ғακɛ ғσяɛʌɛя ƨɛʌɛя ~

image (c) respective owner
form (c) me
character (c) me
song; sever - delain

you know
the games I play
and the words I say
when I want my own way
you know
the lies I tell
when you've gone through Hell
and I say I can't stay

;;age;;gender;;rank;;pack;;

yoυ ĸɴow нow нαrd ιт cαɴ вe тo ĸeep вelιevιɴɢ ιɴ мe

name ;; -answer-
nicknames ;; -answer-
age ;; -answer-
gender ;; -answer-

wнeɴ everyтнιɴɢ αɴd everyoɴe вecoмeѕ мy eɴeмy

rank ;; -answer-
pack ;; -answer-

wнeɴ тнere'ѕ ɴoтнιɴɢ мore yoυ cαɴ do

appearance ;; -answer-
eye colour ;; -answer-
scars/odd markings ;; -answer-

ι'м ɢoɴɴα вlαмe ιт oɴ yoυ

personality ;; -answer-
likes ;; -answer-
dislikes ;; -answer-

ιт'ѕ тнe wαy ι wαɴт тo вe

history ;; -answer-

ι oɴly нope тнαт ιɴ тнe eɴd yoυ wιll ѕee

crush ;; -answer-
mate ;; -answer-
pups ;; -answer-

ιт'ѕ тнe opнelιαc ιɴ мe

form (c) me
character (c) me
picture(s) (c) their rightful owners
song; opheliac - emilie autumn

[|~Nevermore~|]

[[Awesome character and form! Accepted.]]

[king_bear]

thanks. I'll probably make a patroller this afternoon.

[beekind]

B.R.A.X.E.L.

--Braxel
--Female
--Young Adult
--Warrior

WHO I AM
"--Braxel Romie, child and only daughter of Moriah and Hotak. I'm a...well, I was a warrior before I defected to be with my mate -He's dead, by the way- but that's another story, for another time. I'm a fierce fighter, and loyal till the end. I won't quit for anything, and I'm slightly... fine. Extremely Aggressive. I don't deal well with other wolves questioning my decisions, or being given orders, though I have to deal with it since I'm coming back to the pack soon. I'm not going to have the rank I had before, so hopefully I can muster enough humility to not get evicted on the first day."


WHERE I COME FROM
"--I come from a long line of Guardians, Warriors and Fighters. We're just naturally built that way. We tend to run on the more muscular side, males from my family are absolutely massive, and the females aren't much smaller, though we are closer to normal. About four generations back, a small band broke away from the main pack and decided to join this one. My brothers and I are decsended from them. I mean, I'm only half of their heritage, though. Yep. You caught me. My mother wasn't Moriah. She was one of the Upright's pets. Hotak brought her here to give birth, but she along with all of my full-blood siblings died. I was the only one left. Her dying wish was for me to be named Romie. Thank the gods my father made it my second name, and called me Braxel instead.Needless to say, a half-breed wasn't exactly welcomed with wagging tails. I doesn't exactly help that I look like my mother either. Most of the time I can get away with convincing other loner's that I just have some unfortunate markings."

MY BLOODTIES
"--I have a small family: My two older brothers and my son. Our parents died long ago in old age, while my pups didn't make it past their first winter. All except Yane. Sensing a pattern? In the aspects of 'love' I've never really loved anyone. I mean, I had a crush on a few brute pups when I was young but that was about it. I didn't really love my mate -AKA, den-robbing rouge- and I quickly discovered that he didn't love me either. He left me alone in the beginning of winter to fend for myself and four pups who'd been born months too early. Needless to say we didn't do well. The Grey caught them and my former mate soon enough. Yane made it, but only because he was the healthiest and largest of his litter. I guess my dog half saved me. Most of the pets I saw didn't catch it. I buried my other children beside a stream. So, I've made it a habit to avoid males at the moment, and focus on getting my rank back up in the pack. Yane doesn't need a father, and I don't need a brute to take care of me. I'm a big fae."

ANYTHING ELSE?
"--Nope, we pretty much covered it."

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A.U.D.E.N.

--Auden
--Male
-- Adult
--Guard

WHO I AM
"--Auden Mak, oldest son of Moriah and Hotak. Brother of Miore and the half-breed, Braxel. I'm a simple Brute. I do what my Alpha orders of me to the best of my abilities, no questions asked. Why? Because I'm a Warrior, and when worst comes to worst, we need to be able to take orders to execute a defense line. My sister never did understand that. I believe that part of the reason she disappeared all those seasons ago was because she couldn't take orders. I know she was hated, and I take responsibility for not defending her, but she never. Ever. Listened."


WHERE I COME FROM
"--I come from a long line of Guardians, Warriors and Fighters, like my siblings. Its my job to carry on the family and make sure that my sons and daughters become Warriors like I am. I grew up in this pack and have been proud to serve as one of its warriors since my adolescence. "

MY BLOODTIES
"--I have two siblings. Miore, my twin brother who's a hunter and my younger sister Braxel, who is a warrior. Our parents perished in old age, thankfully before the Grey came. Outside of my immediate family, there's my nephew, Yane, Braxel's son. On the topic of mates, I haven't taken one. None of the faes in the pack have caught my eye, but when one does, I will gladly make my intentions known."

ANYTHING ELSE?
"--Nothing more of value."

[|~Nevermore~|]

[[Yes, of course!]]