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► name Alachai "Alk" Fentrago
► age Sixteen years and four months. He was born on December 16th.
► gender Male.


► appearance Alachai's pale skin contrasts greatly with his mahogany hair, that reaches the back of his neck, and often gets in his eyes, coming just past his rather full eyebrows in the front. The pale of his skin makes him look rather sickly, and his father has forced him to stay in bed more than Alk would have preferred. Snow often gets stuck in thick eyelashes surround eyes the colour of steel, constantly being an annoyance to Alachai. His shoulders are narrow, and he's quite lanky, with his arms and legs being too long for his body. The biggest part of his extremities are his elbows and knees. He stands at a five feet ten inches, and weights around 176 pounds, though his weight fluctuates throughout the year, depending on the availability of food. Alk's nails are worn and short- he has a bad habit of biting them.
► paraphernalia He keeps a small knife carved from an elk bone in a pocket on the inside of his coat. It's not very sharp but it reminds him of his grandfather- the one who gave it to him. It's a short, off-white thing, measuring about five inches from the base of the hilt to where the sharpest point is supposed to be.His name carved along the blade. It's not useful for many things- other than to look threatening, that is. Alk keeps it with him at all times, and whenever he's scared or lonely, he glides his fingertips over it, just to remind him that it's there. He plans to give it to his first-born child... though I'm not sure what they're going to do with a dull knife with the inscription "Alachai" on it.
Alk has a large bearskin he folds up and keeps his belongings in, tying it up with some thick, frayed rope, and carrying it like a messenger bag. Among the things he keeps wrapped up in are a small tin pan, a bedroll made of odds-and-ends of fur, a few extra changes of clothes, knitting needles Svitkha gave him when he was younger, some rough yarn, and a crude first aid kit. Among the mess he keeps some caribou jerky and a few walnuts his mother gave him for his birthday wrapped up in a small, knitted pouch... he still hasn't had the courage to eat the walnuts... they're just so weird looking.

► personality Alachai smiles a lot. He's a generally upbeat person with an optimistic attitude. He's quick to make (lame) jokes, and thinks every obstacle is just another thing to smile and laugh at. Because of this, many often find him off-setting and strange. He talks a lot, but mostly to himself. He whistles happy tunes, and smiles at strangers. When he's nervous he often spouts off obvious things of the situation or begins to stutter.
Alk thrives on new information. He's extremely curious, often going out of his way to investigate a sound or a flash of colour he saw out of the corner of his eye, often getting in trouble for snooping around. He's always up for a good debate, often arguing over nothing. Just last week he was trying to lower the price of a new pair of boots by a miniscule amount. It's not that he wants to be right, he just loves the witty back-and-forth of debate, always trying out new strategies on family and unsuspecting strangers alike. When something big is actually at stake, however, Alachai becomes more reserved and quiet, his mind ablaze with thought. He tends to shy away from serious and physical confrontation, but not before a good argument. He'd much rather hurl words than a punch. He gets it from his mother.
When he's not out around the current camp, Alk tends to stay inside the tent he and his father share, knitting by candlelight. It's helped with his occasional insomnia, and he's knitted enough to be able to do it with his eyes closed. He first began knitting when Svitkha gave him two of her old needles and showed him how to, mumbling in that language of hers. He often sits in front of his tent when it's not snowing, and sells blankets, clothes, and just general knickknacks he makes.

► interests Noise. If there's one thing Alk loves, it's the hustle and bustle of the crowd. He also enjoys cooking, and is a bit of a slob, leaving messes behind him no matter where he goes. He loves to whistle and sing, even after he's been told he's no good at the latter. He spends his free time whittling whatever wood he can get his hands on, and, of course, loves to crack jokes.
► strengths Alk is clever, and cunning, able to weasel his way out of almost any situation, and he uses this to advantage more than he should. He's surprisingly good at knitting, and knits in his freetime, often selling hats and gloves he's made. It's hard for Alachai to get lost, he has a natural sense of geography, and can spot small differences in any landscape. He's handy with a spear, able to hit a target about seven out of ten times.
► weaknesses His singing voice is almost as bad as his marksmanship. Despite training with a bow for about five years, he's yet to have been able to hit a target more than twice, he prefers spears much more. He's also not very strong, barely capable of carrying something more than seventy pounds. He has trouble falling sleeping, and is often tired, and falling asleep at random times during the day. He's not great at sitting still or being quiet, especially in times of trouble.
► guide Ying
► crush None, at the moment.
► sexual orientation Heterosexual.


► history Alk's mother was rather abusive, and his father was the one that raised him. His parents split seven years after his birth, and he doesn't talk to his mom much, but still occasionally drops off gifts for his half-siblings. His upbringing was rather peaceful and quiet, once his father and mother separated. He had a few childhood friends that he still hangs around with, but none of them have ever been really special to him.
► family Mary and Paulson are his parents' name, and both are still living. Mary is thirty-six years of age, and Paulson is fifty-one. His only remaining grandparent is an eccentric woman named Svitkha who speaks only in a strange, sharp language, despite the fact she knows english. Alk has many half-brothers and half-sisters from his mother's current and past marriages, and he tends to hang out with Yuran, his only half-brother that is close to his age, who lives with and takes care of Svitkha.

► other The photo definitely does way too much justice, no way Alk's that cute xD. Photos of dark redheaded males are hard to come by, it seems. ►I will be on anywhere from once a week to four times a day. My schedule is completely unpredictable and crazy, and I compete in track, am on the math team, and am cheer manager. I've been looking for a good, literate, role play and wow! This looks like fun ouo.

► name Barnaby
► age Sixteen years
► gender Male.
► species Marten
► other half Barnaby waits around, exploring his options. He's undecided.

► appearance Barnaby is your typical marten, with brown fur, black paws and tail. White frames his dark brown eyes.
He is two feet and three inches from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. At his fullest height he's exactly twelve inches.

► personality Barnaby is introverted and shy, with a strong will for peace. He becomes very attached to things and people he meets, often unwilling to let them go. Because of this he is very dependent on others, which is difficult for him; he hates having to ask for favors. He's very close-minded and stubborn, not willing to open up and accept others' beliefs, making him bitter. He's a very 'go-with-the-flow' type of soul, letting others make decisions and letting him just ride the waves, so to speak. He's very understanding, preferring to sit and listen, then talk himself. Barnaby is passive, and very cowardly, hiding when danger comes. He's a crazy neat-freak, and is always trying to tidy up the area he's in. Despite being a weakling physically, Barnaby has mastered deceit. He can lie through his teeth and is never afraid to. He prefers staying in one spot versus moving around a lot... he just had to get stuck with the Ssaels, not some pack of humans that never leave their birthplace, huh?
► interests Barnaby enjoys quiet, and being alone. He enjoys playing in the snow, and most of all, harp music.
► strengths Lying, and hiding. He's disciplined and knows how to follow directions well.
► weaknesses Barnaby is very indecisive, unable to make up his mind on what his next course of action will me. He's very selfish and hesitant. He has a very dry sense of humor, and is appalled at jokes of another's expense.

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(c)Original artist

► name Alena Silverwit
► age Sixteen. Her exact date of birth wasn't exactly recorded although she's positive it was sometime in November
► gender Female


► appearance The first thing that people seem to notice when beholding Alena for the first time is her unusually frail thinness and diminutive stature; standing at five feet and weighing in at a hundred pounds at the most. That, along with her wintery skin and large hazel eyes makes Alena appear as if she were an elven changeling sprung from the fabrications of a child's fairytale. Her hair, which flows down to her mid-thigh in thick russet tresses, is often kept in a messy braid or tucked away under a thick fur bonnet. Any facial features, whether it be her pointed nose or thin lips, often go unnoticed as most attention is drawn to a snaking scar which trails its way from above her right cheekbone down to the bottom of her chin.
► paraphernalia Alena doesn't carry many wares- the minimum needed in order to survive really. Her coat conceals a series of pockets which allows her to carry most of her supplies. A weathered journal, in which she documents her journey or what little flora and fauna she encounters, is kept in her breast pocket. In her other pockets, an old tinderbox and a bag of cured meat are stashed away. She keeps a hunting knife sheathed in her belt as well. Aside from that, she kept a rucksack fashioned out of caribou skin to hold blankets and a ragged old doll that seems to resemble a mangled wolf or a dog of some sort.


► personality Alena might best be described as scatterbrained. Her train of thought is often difficult to follow and many find it much easier to just nod politely when speaking with her rather than trying to decode exactly what it is she is attempting to articulate. Thus, she finds difficulty speaking to people- and that is most definitely not helped by her seemingly natural inclination to get tongue-tied every other sentence. When she does find herself in a moment of clarity, however, Alena's capacity for rational thought and her ability to hold a conversation is quite surprising.
In spite of her age, Alena still views the world through the eyes of a child. Her curiosity can top that of any bewildered toddler and she can find something that piques her interest in every situation. In fact, she religiously puts herself in danger while in pursuit of knowledge. She'll follow animal tracks, no matter what formidable beast might have made them, to the source or attempt to scale the side of an icy outcropping in order to view the world below. Alena finds a simplicity in nature, when she's on her own, and operating just seems much easier for her when she's surrounded in silence.
When around others, however, Alena becomes extremely analytical. She looks too closely at the little details rather than the big picture which may have an incapacitating effect at some points. Lacking self-confidence and the ability to properly voice her thoughts, Alena hopes that undertaking the Passage will allow her to interact with the other Ssael properly and without fear. While she doesn't have much confidence in herself, Alena does tend to possess a strong admiration for other people, even those she knows little about. She likes to listen to what others have to say and observe how people interact with one another even if she would never consider joining in on her own. At this point, the only thing that manages to overcome her social anxiety is her equally crippling curiosity.
► interests Alena has developed an insatiable appetite for stories and storytelling. She enjoys weaving her own fables in her head although many go unsaid. She also finds that she enjoys analyzing and picking apart the workings of the human mind. Documenting day-to-day life may sound monotonous but Alena does that as well. She also finds that handling weapons seems to be an instinctive ability she possesses
► strengths Alena can wield a blade with the discernible deftness that only comes with years of extensive practice. She is able to analyze situations with a keen and searching eye and has a knack for starting fires.
► weaknesses Alena is not the greatest around other people, she tends to shy away. This is only exacerbated by her conversation skills, which are far from admirable, and inabilaty to properly articulate her thoughts. Alena's curiosity and her seemingly genetic need to be aware of everything around her has, more often than not, put her into dangerous situations and will most likely continue to do so.
► guide Cuán
► crush At the moment, no.
► sexual orientation Pansexual


► history Alena knew little of her birth parents, as they both died shortly after she was born. Luckily for her, foster parents by the name of Madge and Rydel quickly took their place. Under her foster parents, Alena wasn't often allowed to socialize with the other children- instead, they would spend a great deal of time hunting. She learned from Rydel how to handle a blade and start a fire while Madge liked to learn Alena in arts and the like. Thus, Alena gained an ear for music and a desire for the hunt; but, besides her parents teachings, she has always favored storytelling as a form of recreation. Her mind would often stray to new worlds and she received much grief whenever she failed to pay attention when being addressed. In fact, her carelessness is what caused her to receive the scar that now mars her face. While engaged in a friendly battle with Rydel, blades drawn, a slash that might have been easily dodged managed to score the right side of her face. Since then, Alena has been much more manageable as she does not desire to see Rydel's frightful expression replicated on anyone ever again.
► family Madge and Rydel has composed Alena's family for practically her entire life and she's known little companionship away from the two

► other I believe, once spring break ends, it's going to be a bit difficult to reply quickly. I'll try though

(c)Original artist

► name Aiku
► age Sixteen
► gender Male
► species Wolf
► other half Serenity

► appearance When placed side-by-side with an average grey wolf, subtle anomalies are observable on Aiku's part. While being of average size proportions, albeit a bit hefty,- standing 3 feet at the shoulder and weighing 160 pounds- the typical pigments that constitute a wolf's colouration are rather difficult to discern due to the volatile tint of Aiku's pelt. Typically, the hue of his fur is dependent on the light source. In certain lights, Aiku may blend completely with the snow. In other cases his fur might take on an off-white colour, resembling parchment paper to an extent- grey patches might discolour his back and hindquarters but for the most part he appears to by a milky white. Aiku's eyes are a saturated amber colour.

► personality Despite being a creature of pack mentality, Aiku cares little for anyone or anything aside from his respective other. He's extremely loyal and confident in his abilities; in fact, he is confident to the point in which he treats life as a game. Upholding a kingly mien and forever exercising a knowing gaze, Aiku is one to observe his surroundings and its denizens carefully in order to prevent being checkmated in the future.
While Aiku seems a lurking white mass, not much is he able to take seriously. There may even be times where one might think Aiku was born playing the jester. He can bellow heartily at the face of danger and his lightheartedness gives him an unusual buoyancy in spite of his massive physique.
However, when all of Aiku's baroque outer layers are thrust aside, it is clear that his happiness and concern rests solely with his human's well-being. To them, he possesses the loyalty of a dog. He will react with surprising animosty if the safety of his companion is threatened and will quite readily, and with no second thought, put others on the line in order to ensure his partner's safety.
► interests A long, unbroken run. He likes cracking ice with his weight and causing snow to fall from the boughs of trees.
► strengths The wolf's heightened sense of smell and hearing allow Aiku to be hyperaware of his surroundings. His size grants him strength as well. Aiku is also careful and extremely resourceful, weighing his chances carefully and always searching for an alternative route even when all options have been exhausted.
► weaknesses Aiku's inability to take many things seriously lead him to harbor emotions that are often unsuitable for the occasion. He does not take well to being berated or ignored by his companion.
► other None

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► name "Don't talk to me." | Justice Crow.
► age "Go away." | April 13th.
► gender "Are you stupid?" | Male.


► appearance How do they look? What colour is their skin? Eyes? Hair? How tall are they, and how much do they weigh? How do they wear their hair, how long is it? How are they built?
► paraphernalia "Why do you care?" | Justice is actually a light traveller, he doesn't take much. Flint, a couple bits of light clothing, a few knives, a water skin. Just general basic stuff, he tends to scavenge for what he needs, he hunts when he needs more furs to keep warm and so on. He's very hardy. As for lucky charms? He always wears this necklace.


► personality Justice…is well. He’s a ghost. He comes and he goes, and when he goes no one knows until he’s long gone. Tall and lanky Justice isn’t very social. Internally that is, externally he’s the most social person you could meet. Talkative, bold, daring, joking, and not afraid to voice his opinion. He’ll make you laugh when you’re at your lowest and he’ll pick you up and put back on your feet again. He’s helpful, but sometimes a little too helpful. It gets him taken advantage of at times, but don’t let it fool you. He’s a deceptive, snake-tongue and few can lie better than he can. He can lie to you about anything, and to be honest most everything about him is a lie. That bright, cheerful outgoing guy you see? That’s a lie.
Inside Justice is an entirely different person. He’s broken, dead, reckless, angry, scared, spiteful, and bitter. Instead of taking it out on other people he takes it out on himself and other things. If he’s angry enough he’ll burn down everything in his path, literally. He’s a pyromaniac, setting things on fire and watching them burn to ash brings pleasure to him. Some think he’s a psychopath, other try to defend him but can’t because of some of the things he does.
Destructive by nature Justice feels no regret at destroying something beautiful. Justice can build, if you want him to build something for you, he'll do it. For a price, but his work is flawless and beautiful. On the downfall, he has a short temper and sometimes will destroy whatever it is he’s working on, scrap it, reduce it to ash, and start all over from scratch until it is satisfactory to him, and he has high standards for his work. If he asks someone to build something and he finds so much as one little flaw, he’ll take it apart and do it himself. He’s stubborn, independent, but don’t try to talk to him when he’s working on something because you’ll either get cussed out, get a knife whipped at your head, or a fist to the face. Only interrupt him if it’s something very important.
Most people don’t like to get too close to Justice and most of the time he prefers it this way. But if you need a fighter that isn’t a bowman but for close combat, Justice is your guy. He’s loves fighting, especially close combat. Knives, fists, and fire are his weapons of choice. Fast on his feet, even faster with his punches, and insane with a blade Justice is strong, agile, quick and smart. However, he is reckless and puts himself in tight, dangerous situations and it has nearly gotten him killed many, many times.
Justice has few interest, and has no interests in whats good for other peple. He's viewed as selfish most of the time, but if it comes down to life and death he'll most likely help you out, but still at a price he learned in his past that help and assitance needs to be bought not given out of charity. And as far as friendships go, well, good luck becoming his friend.
► interests "Ugh." | Justice has a strange fascination with fire, not just a normal campfire, but a wildfire. He also likes to knife fight and craft weapons out of bone.
► strengths "Pissing people off." | Climbing, hunting, anything involving stealth, fighting, starting fires.
► weaknesses "...." | Swimming, talking, making friends, archery, keeping promises.
► guide "My foot up your a-" | Justice hardly knows who he himself is, so he has no expections in his guide.
► crush "Go. Away. Now." | No one, good luck winning him over.
► sexual orientation "You see this knife?" | Straight.


► history How did they grow up? How did their parents treat them? How did they find journeying -did they have any close friends? Where were they born?
► family "Hah! That's a good one!" | He was a single child and both his parents are dead.

► other Is there anything I've forgotten? (Probably.) Anything you'd like to add, like a song you think represents them, or something relating to how active you're going to be?

► name "God." | Dios.
► age "Something or other." | Sixteen.
► gender "Check, I dare you." | Male.
► species "You wanna learn?" | Savannah Cat.
► other half "I don't know." | Undecided.

► appearance When you think of a cat, Dios is not what you have in mind. Standing at a proud eighteen inches from paw to shoulder, and twenty-three inches from chest to rump and clocking in at twenty-two pounds this tom is far from your average tabby. He has a tall, lanky frame, appearing to be all legs with a shorter-than-average tail, long slender neck, broad head and huge fennec-like ears.
Dios has a pale coat, the insides of his legs, belly, muzzle, and the underside of his tail being white while the rest of his body darkens to a pale, wheat colored tone. The entire pelt is adorned with ebony stripes and spot that seem to have no particular pattern, other than his tail which has black rings around it and ends in a black tip. His eyes are a dusty greenish gold color.

► personality Dios is many, many things. Crazy, sporadic, wild, intelligent, clever, sneaky, the list goes on and on. Dios comes across as arrogant, proud, stubborn, and cheeky. Not afraid to say whatever is on his mind at the time he seems like a clown and a chatterbox, rambling on and on about the weirdest and most random of things. He’s not afraid to take a taunting jab at somebody, often teasing others and making fun of them not bothering to take into account about how it might hurt them or someone else. He tends to be careless, laugh or shrug things off and not take much of anything seriously.
However much of a fool Dios may play he is much, much more intelligent than he lets on, thinking it better for everyone to believe he is a useless fool than to be bothered with questions and problems he cares little about. He likes to observe things, gauge reactions, emotions, situations and not lift a paw to help. He is not a team player, helping others is not something he enjoys doing and he believes that everyone should deal with things on their own rather than seek the help or advice of someone else.
Dios cares very little for anyone even seeming indifferent towards (partner). He almost seems more fascinated by material objects than other living beings and spends a large amount of his time off collecting things that interest him, sometimes getting (partner) to put things such as feathers or stones around his neck.
► interests "Stuff." | Dios likes to collect things, climb, tease others and explore.
► strengths "Hmm?" | He is stubborn, and perssistent. He's fast, agile, quick on his feet and a quick thinker. He independent, never depending on others to get things done for him.
► weaknesses "Things." | His stubborness is both a strength and a weakness, it can get him into difficult situations and he will refuse to back to down. He is not a leader, nor a follower, he tends to make his own path and be on his own, needless to say it gets him into trouble. He doesn't play well with others.

► other "Are we done?" | No sir.

[Absent from CS]

(I'll post. When I'm conscious. Ta!)

[videlicet]

Bump!

Wow, I'm really looking forwards to RP'ing with you guys when you finish your forms; they all look excellent so far! c:

@DeeDeeeluver, Alachai is accepted! c: Thank you for signing up!

(Time to finish my own forms. XD)

[videlicet]

Bump!

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I shall get to work on these forms as soon as I finish some hw!

[videlicet]

I look forward to it! C:
(No rush, though! I haven't quite finished my own forms yet, as it is. xD)

[Leviathan007]

{Can I reserve a male human?}

[videlicet]

@Leviathan007, Yeah, sure!

(We seem to be acquiring an overabundance of males, here. XD)