∞❄I N F I N I T Y❄∞ | Semi-literate | WOLF RP | {Remake}

[Nuclear_Angel]

Jade

"Never Apologize
For What You Feel,
It's Like Saying Sorry
For Being Real. "
-Lil Wayne

{ Female } { No Crush } { Action: Being Confronted By Asher & Royale } { Mood: On Edge & Aggravated } { Loner } { With Out A Pack } { 5 years old }

Jade's heart beat hard in her chest as the bruit called out to is pack. She darned him for doing so,
but kept calm on the outside. She awaited what was to come. Any other wolf would had turn tail
and ran, but she stayed put. As another wolf drew near Jade became more unease than before. Her
orange eyes stayed locked on to the fae as she came closer. As Royal stopped and question the bruit
she looked past the fae to see if others were coming to 'help out'. Jade looked at the she-wolf that
stood by the bruit. She scanned her over. She could tell she was just another pack member, but Jade
still didn't like her presents. Jade flickered her tail and glared at the two wolves that stood before her.

Jade watched their each and every move closely. Her eyes burnt into Asher as he updated Royale. Her
ears perked up and forward as they talked. Jade looked at the fae as she questioned her hunting. She
wrinkled her noise and snorted as turned looking to the bruit and ignoring the she-wolf's question. Under
pressure her calm shell began to crack some; letting her steam out. She slowly began to lift her head a bit
higher and her eyes started to flare. Jade glared at Asher. "I work alone..." Her voice was steady and
directed straight to the bruit. She was angered that she had been compared and lowered to working with
another loner. "..and as for your question, no. Thanks to no name here." She said as see kept eye contact
with Asher.

[corpus christi]

{STEAL}

{brute}
{two years}
{loner}
{no crush}
{page 2}

Steal took a final step forward and looked over the cliff. A sharp howl rang out in his ear dulling all the other sounds of the gushing river over the cliff. He whirled around; his coat sparkling as he moved. The pack wolves closed in. They would never accept him. Steal knew that much. His amber eyes glanced around with an unnatural fear in them. He usually was drowning in courage and strength but now, he was stuck. He took a deep sharp breath and locked eyes with the alpha. His fur bristled as he turned his back to them and leaped over the cliff with his powerful back legs. The other side of the cliff wasn't far but as the white wolf streaked across the air he began to descend. He stretched out and his claws clipped the edge of the cliff. He let out a bloodcurdling howl as he fell straight to the river.

{CUTTHROAT}

{brute}
{four years}
{hunter}
{no crush}
{page 2}

The male red wolf moved swiftly through the forest. He was happy. That was it. Nothing could possibly ruin him now. His life was perfect. Well, he thought it was. His legs carried him through the tree covered grass as he thought of how his life could get any better. I have a pack. The best rank. All the like me, I guess. What am I missing? He thought to himself. His slender body came to a stop and he looked at his paws with his dark brown eyes. What am I missing? He whispered to himself as his gears turned.

{MOUCHARD}

{brute}
{One year}
{loner}
{no crush}
{page 2}

Mouchard padded through the Infinity Pack territory. His thin body passed effortlessly through trees and under things. His silky brown coat bounced as he moved through the shady woods. He scanned the area with his light brown eyes as he moved along quietly. He came to a sharp halt as a rabbit came into his sharp vision. He lowered himself to the ground and began to stalk the little bunny. He was almost there and nothing had gone wrong. Grrrr! The rabbit sprinted away without even looking up. Mouchard cursed his hungry stomach for being so impatient. He flopped himself down onto the cool grass and pouted childishly.

{CHEYENNE}

{fae}
{two years}
{omega}
{no crush}
{page 2}

Cheyenne laid out in the open happily soaking in the sun. Her black coat was starting to bleach out and turn brown from all the sun she got during the day. She panted heavily as her black coat insulated her. Her silver eyes watched all the other wolves walk around the camp quietly. She thumped her tail softly and stayed quiet besides her panting.

{MAGE}

{fae}
{five years}
{loner}
{crushing on Medieval and Hannibal}
{page 2}

The three legged fae loped quietly through the woods. Her missing leg didn't stop her from having fun. Her short coat stuck out on end when she heard a loud crack behind her. She tucked her tail and sprinted behind a tree. Her eyes were full of fear as she stuck her head out from behind the tree trunk.

[dodobird959]

Shot through the heart and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name

shot through the heart and you're to blame
Darlin' you give love a bad name

An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion's a prison you can't break free

Oh! You're a loaded gun, yeah
Oh! There's nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done
-Bon Jovi You Give Love A Bad Name

Brute.
Young Adult.
Name; Ratchie
Nickname; Rat
or Ratti.

Pain

Will.

Eventually.

Fade.

Away.

was given his name from his mother, and he loves his name, though others often find it odd. He lived in Fire pack, in a forest and he had pranced through camp being teased with things like "Ratchie the Rat!" or "Ratti, Ratti, he's so fatty!" But that was just cruel taunts that other pups yelled, but Ratchie didn't care since their mothers' scolded them, and when Ratchie's dad found out, boy did he give them trouble. The others shut their mouths ever since then. Ratchie never took that personally and always ignored them, then he grew along with them, and actually became friends with them. They apologized, though he wasn't really upset in the first place.
You'd think he'd be an Omega if he had been teased as a pup, but he grew, larger than the other kids. His father taught him everything he knew, and Ratchie grew a little bigger than the others. He matched the tallest in the pack, Ratchie is usually taller than other wolves, but if the same age, they probably wouldn't go any lower than his shoulder's height, so he's not freakishly or unnaturally big, it's just the way he was born.

He is bulky and strong, quiet and sneaky but can be clumsy on his big paws. He's not great at balancing or swimming, but every wolf has pros and cons to their body build, right? Ratti's just stronger for some things and weaker for others.

On to his personality!

Ratchie is sweet and caring. Like his themesong, he's hurt by the trap they call 'love' but would never stop loving. He's very tough and aggressive at times, he's protective and would give his life, sacrifice his own to save the life of a loved one.

Ratti can be romantic and sweet, he doesn't like to start fights or be the cause of one.
Funny, the Fire pack experienced a forest fire... Which split everyone up. Ratti made his way across waters and found this pack, joining he became a loyal hunter. Of course, he'd rather be Beta but decided he'd wait. After all, someone else had claimed the rank and he didn't want to start a fight over it.

Ratchie's dusty gold eyes match his dirty-looking gray-black coat.

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am

Female.
Name; Scarlette
Nickname; Scar
or Scarli

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don't look back
Turning the rags and giving the commodities a rain check

I don't ever wanna let you down
I don't ever wanna leave this town
'Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

Was given her name by both her parents, named after her dad Ashes and mother Broken Scars. Her real name, that only her close family knows, is Scars Of Burning Ashes. If you picture that, it's the scars given from the burning ashes. Ashes are the remains of the fire, meaning that even after the fire, another bad thing comes along/it continues longer than expected. So there won't always be sunshine after the storm.

She left her pack and family at a fairly young age, she visits each year to the old camp site in mid-late spring, same with the rest of the family, assuming they left, too. Also making Spring her favourite season, reunited with her family is a joyous time for all of them, and the blooming flowers and crisp air make it that much better, too.

Scarlette is quiet but not quite shy. She won't do anything if she's pushed around and really needs to know at least someone's by her side. She doesn't like to hurt others and isn't the best fighter because of that. She is very slim and light, fur colour and weight. She's very nimble on her paws and can sneak up silently on others and prey, she's fast and athletic but isn't a great fighter. She has eyes the colour of burning fire, she's not pure white but close enough. Her coat is usually brownish because of the fact she doesn't care if she gets her coat dirty.

Scarlette doesn't get mad easily and if she does, won't usually do anything about it. She loves to have fun and isn't one of those stuck-up females who hate getting a tiny itty bitty little bit of dirt in their fur, and she doesn't go around calling herself 'beautiful' or thinking the males take a special liking to her. She strongly dislikes others who think they're the best, but like mentioned before, she won't do anything about it. She doesn't want to get caught up in an argument then blamed for it later, since she knows that two wolves arguing, will often like it if someone falls into their conversation and just blame it on them.
Scarlette can be social, but she is currently a Loner searching for a pack of her own, where she can enjoy life with an Alpha who doesn't mind her leaving in Spring to visit her family. It's very important to her to know she isn't torn apart from them.

She currently has no mate, pups of her own or a crush. What she looks for in a mate is someone strong but sweet, compassionate and romantic, but also someone who can be wild and crazy, maybe even strengthen her so that she'd have the guts to stand up for herself.

I'm just the same as I was.

[rottenmutt]

||Was I accepted?

[ShoeShoe]

"Within us there is something, waiting to be released"
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Brute-4 Years-Single-Loner-None
I'll never hesitate
I'll never let you take
This kingdom that I've made

Keus is the name. It's pronounced the same as Zeus, but with a K in replace of the Z, if you are finding you have a hard time with pronunciation. Some tell me my name means nothing, it was just a random smattering of letters my parents put together. Others tell me it means something significant, yet they have no idea or don't care to share the significance of it. But through years I have some to understand the meaning behind my name, something I will explain later on. It is Dutch, I will give you that much at this point in time.




ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: I am a brute, just in case you couldn't tell or my name wasn't the dead giveaway usually is. If you can't tell, I suggest getting your eyes checked. Eyesight is rather important in life.
ｐａｃｋ: I was born into the Acerbus Pack, 4 seemingly long years ago. At this point in time I do not reside with the Infinity Pack. I am simply watching and analyzing this curious pack.
ｒａｎｋ: As I have said before, I am a loner, and at this point in time, it seems as though it will be that way for a bit longer, or at least until I have made up my mind on whether or not to join the pack.

They will tell you that I am apathetic. That I care little to nothing about anything or anyone. They are wrong. The truth is, I'm just damn good at hiding my emotions. Even my eyes, the biggest key to a wolf's thoughts and emotions, rarely give away what I am feeling. When you're father instills in you the belief that showing is a weakness and that to love is to destroy, ever since you were a pup, you believe it, throughout your entire being. I was taught to hide my emotions,so as to become a better, harsher fighter. When in all reality, I became that, and a colder, more apathetic companion. I care, I have cared, but you can never tell, never decipher what's going on behind these golden eyes of mine; and I like to keep it that way. It's what I'm comfortable with and changing now after 4 years makes no sense to me. Despite my quiet, reserved attitude, I was also taught multiple mannerisms as a pup, from my father as well. Though we were never a part of a pack, he told me how to respect a pack's authority, and especially an Alpha's. I understand the basics of how a pack works, but the companionship that comes along with it slightly frightens me. I have rarely been in the presence of more than 5 wolves at a time, and most of the time, it was just my family. I very rarely have any social contact, one of the main reasons, I think, behind my liking of staying away from other wolves and not participating in conversations. However, if I believe my opinion needs to be known, I will spout a sentence or two, just to get it out there and into consideration. I tend to be strongly opinionated and strong-willed, which gives rise to my fighting strength and my will to win.

History? Of course you'd want to know about that, everyone being so curious and up in a wolf's business these days. Regardless, I guess I can tell you the slightly condensed version of what has occurred in my life. I'll start with the beginning, when I was born. My sister and I were the only two pups to survive the litter of five. My parents picked my sister's name immediately thereafter, but my mom had the hardest time deciding what to name me. My father just called me "boy" for a good while until the name was finally decided. I quickly came to a strange realization when I was old enough to understand the fact that as a family, we did not belong to any kind of pack; we were, in a sense, our own pack. It was odd, especially for wolves, but somehow we made it work.

My father, I have decided, was a lot like what I have become. Looking back, we share a lot of the same mannerisms and the way we act is almost identical. My sister was his little angel, but I, I was his son, who had to do everything he said or be punished. I quickly learned that disobeying my father was a big "no no", but at that point in my life, my father was my hero, and I looked at him like most son's look at their own father. He would always bring me with him wherever he went, lecturing me along the way about how to act, how to become a fierce fighter, yet how to also be a respectful, controlled wolf. I remember fighting lessons quite vividly. Where most wolves don't necessarily "completely" fight each other when first learning, we did. Blood would be drawn, sometimes in large amounts, and he would leave me there bleeding profusely, showing me how to control the pain and fight through it so as to defeat my enemy. He believed that "fake" fighting was stupid, and that the only way to learn was to really, truly fight, and since we were the only two males, it was him against me.

When my father would take my sister out and show her things, I would be left with my mother, whom I absolutely adored, and still do. She was like my own angel. I would curl up next to her and just listen to her talk, whether it was about life or just her rambling on and on about random things. I guess you could say that this was how my name came about. When I was old enough to understand, she would talk about deeper life meanings and she would frequently bring up the aspect of choices. She would continually tell me that we always had choices to make and those choices would define who we were. My name, Keus, is Dutch for choice, something I believe she came up with at some point.

As my sister and I grew, we continued to learn about the outside world. We frequently traveled, never really staying in one spot for too long, though my father would always make sure we steered clear of pack territory. We'd camp in one area for a few days, then move along, hunting and feeding ourselves along the way. We were rather efficient. When my sister and I were about a year and a half, her and my mother were both killed in a run-in with rogues. They didn't deserve their deaths, and I always vowed I would find the wolves who did it and murder them myself, but alas, that has not happened yet. I miss them, but maybe their deaths taught me something.

After they died, my father became a completely different wolf. I barely recognized him anymore. I only stayed with him, following in his footsteps, until I was two, then I decided to set off on my own. Since then, I have become a wandering loner. I have drifted from place to place, rarely staying in one place for more than a month. And now, here I am.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ: I once had a family, as I told you in my brief history. My mother, Shade, and sister, Koara, were killed almost a year and a half after my sister and I were born. They were....well, let's just say that there was a pack of lone, rangy brutes who were eager for a fight. I have no idea what went on during that occurrence, as I was off with my father. All I know is that when we came back, they were both lying there in the middle of the clearing,the fur around their necks soaked with blood that had begun to pool on the ground. My father, Loci, on the other hand, I have no idea what has become of him. He may still be alive, or he may be dead, of that I do not know. We split up a short time after their deaths, and since then I have not heard anything or run into him. Whether he lives or not, I do not know.
ｃｒｕｓｈ: I have yet to meet any of the wolves around this area, so no, I do not have a crush. Plus, being as unsociable as I am, how could you possibly expect me to have one? I wouldn't tell you if I did, either. No one knows what I'm thinking except myself, remember?

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"We are searching for the truth"
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Fae-3 Years-Single-Hunter-None
Hold your head
Hold it up high
Here's to the friends that were alibis

"My name is Raiza, which is pronounced "Raisa" with the 'z' having an 's' sound. Most like to shorten my name and call me Rai instead, which I don't mind at all. I actually prefer it, to be honest."





ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: "I am a fae, if for some reason you can't tell by just looking at me. I am much smaller than a brute, and my voice is higher pitched."
ｐａｃｋ: "I am a part of the Infinity Pack, and I have called this place home for almost my whole life, ever since the fire."
ｒａｎｋ: "I am a hunter. I would have been a fighter, but I figured that I am much too small for that job, so I figured hunting would be a better fit."

"I always find it quite odd to talk about myself and my personality, as others may view me entirely different. I will tell you the things that I believe I am, however. Through the years since the fire, I have discovered that I have a hard time getting close to the other wolves in the pack. As a pup, I was always quite tentative and shy when first meeting others, though I'm sure many pups were. However, I continued to act like this as I aged, and because of that, I only made a few friends in my first couple months of life. I still continue to act like that, as I rarely approach new members and even those that I do know, I rarely confront or talk to. I have a fear of getting close to anyone as I am afraid I will lose anyone I do care about. I guess that's what happens when you go through a traumatic experience. Regardless, I still try to be as kind and open-minded as possible. It seems as though I have no temper at all, as I hardly get mad or angry over anything, which is also another reason as to why I didn't become a fighter. If needed, I can fight, but I tend to stay out of arguments as they have no appeal to me.

"I guess I can share with you a part of my past, though I will be skirting around some of the details. To start, I was born into the Vanish Pack along with my two brothers. My father was the lead fighter in the pack, though he hardly ever acted like it. He was very kind hearted and sweet for a brute, and he and my mother were a perfect match for one another. I never once saw them fight, and it was like our family was like one they talk about in fairy tales.

As my brothers and I grew, I tended to follow them wherever they went, always trailing along when they went off to play with their friends. I didn't talk much to the other pups that were around our age, though I still participated in the games they played. After being confronted by another female pup my age, her name was Shar, we immediately became 'best friends'. She brought me out of my comfort zone, and she was one of the few that I would actually chatter on to. When I was around her, I would actually talk and talk and talk, and she had a way of making everything we did fun.

We were almost 2 years old when the fire came, and everything was taken from me. My entire family was killed by the flames, along with Shar and her family. There were only a few of us left, the lone survivors of a horrific scene of destruction. Afterwards, all I can remember if the chaos and confusion as we all cried for our families and those we had lost. Eventually, I became a wanderer, or a loner, as most call it. After months of being alone, I finally stumbled upon the Infinity Pack, and have been with the ever since."

ｆａｍｉｌｙ: "I once had a mother, father, and two brothers, but they were taken from me when the fire swept through the land, taking our pack's territory and their lives along with it. I rarely ever speak of them, as I seemed to have blocked that part of my life from my mind. I don't like delving into the past, as the memories are just too painful. Maybe someday I will share with someone what happened to them and how amazing my family was, but not now, not this soon."
ｃｒｕｓｈ: "At this point in time, I do not like anyone. As I said before, I have a hard time getting close to others, so it will be rare if I do become that connected to another wolf."

[Nuclear_Angel]

||Was I accepted?

{ If you were accepted on the last form all you got to do is message Sk8terGal98 and let her know you want to still be apart of the role play and I'm sure she'll add you when she can and I think it will be alright if you go a head and role play as long as you were accepted on the last form.

[~stories untold.]

Phantom
In General
~Name::Phantom
~Age::4 1/2 years old
~Gender::Male
~Rank:: Lead Hunter
~Wanted Rank::N/A
~Crushes::Not yet
~Mate:: Seeking
~Pups:: Depends on the mate


Meet Him!
~Overall Appearance::Phantom appearsto bebrutal and unforgiving from a stranger's point of view. He has white sharp teeth that nearly glide out of his mouth. His white pelt isn't a blessing out in the forest, but it's not his fault it's white.Speaking of his white coat, it is thick, but kept neat and clean. It's thick and heavy in appearance, but it gives him a different look. Coming back from hunting he isusually brown because hehasto roll in the mud to blend in.He also is one of those wolves who depending on who you are, the look he sends off with his piercing blue eyes will make hairs standon end. For the most part however, he is tall, bulky, and with great mass. He literally towers over everyone but the alpha. He appears to be more aggressive and sinister than he really should.

~Attitude:: He is not the most welcoming to strangers. He's calm and likes order.He has a good mind, and knows how to useit as well.Hewill sometimesmake somesacastic remarks orjust teasing another wolf. On top of both those things, he is loyal and obidient to do whathis superiors say. He has no desire to move up the pack. he is happy as the lead hunter, and likes everything as it is for himself. he is calm and collected; Phantom excels at keeping calm, quiet, and silent when fighting, hunting, or even talking about another wolf behind their back, even though he would never unless there was something seriously wrong. he usually goes unnoticed until he wants to be heard, then usually hemanages to get his word across.he is gentle with the pups, but super fierce in battle, and will go up against practically anything. and avery seemingly composed wolf:orderly, composed, kept together, quiet, good at giving orders, and gentle even though on the inside he always feels alone or betrayed even as if he has done something to completely mess up everything.

~Where he is most likely seen:: Phantom spends mostof his time trying tohelp out- whether it's helping with pups, hunting, keeping the others entertained, on patrol, orjustmaking small talk. He is usually seen chilling out by a tree or doing his own thing.

(Personalities seem great.Looking forward to this RP!)

(from the other RP. He was lead hunter)

[dodobird959]

||Was I accepted?

{ If you were accepted on the last form all you got to do is message Sk8terGal98 and let her know you want to still be apart of the role play and I'm sure she'll add you when she can and I think it will be alright if you go a head and role play as long as you were accepted on the last form.

[I know you're not talking to me but I was accepted before and PMed her I'm still a part of the RP so I guess I'm okay? Could I please get a recap of *everything* that happened? Thanks ;3]

[Chesapeake]

Asʜᴇʀ
→Asʜ

⎯⎯✦⎯⎯

Ash regarded the loner with completely innocent eyes. If this fae was part of the pack, he reasoned, she'd want to be careful. Ash didn't want to take any chances. Or the least amount of chances that he possibly could take. Not killing her was a risk he was willing to take, since he wasn't in a pack where that was acceptable, and that was morally wrong to him anyways. Second safest would be to call the alpha or the beta out here to deal with her and see if she was somehow connected to the other one. If they belonged to a pack, they should smell a bit like each other, unless they were really good at hiding scents. Ash hadn't gotten too good of a sniff of the other loner though, and that was the only other way he could think of that would work. He debated leaving Jade with Royale, only for a few minutes.

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His eyes were locked with Jade, and he nearly allowed a smirk to perch itself on his face as she stared at him, but he didn't. "Wait here." He spoke softly, his voice still a bit scratchy from underuse. The wolf dashed silently into the forest. It was only a minute or two before he arrived at the scent of the other loner. He sniffed the ground and looked down where the scent trail led. Towards camp. He dashed back to where he'd left the two faes. As he approached, he let out a low woof, in respect to Royale's warning earlier towards him. He flicked his tail in an informal greeting, before he turned to speak to Royale. "Scents are different." He said simply, dropping into clipped sentences. He was uncomfortable with speaking so much, and didn't want to do so anymore. He cocked his head at Jade, then decided on a course of action. "Back to camp." He said, gesturing with his tail in the general direction, waiting for the two faes to go first.

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Ash didn't go first with wolves he didn't know well. It wasn't that he was scared, it was just another cautious point that he was uncomfortable changing. As he waited for the two faes to move, he wondered why Royale hadn't introduced herself. He didn't want to have to do it, but it seemed that nobody was in a sharing mood. "Jade, Royale." He said, pointing at each wolf as he named them. The entire time, his eyes were watching Jade's. Then he pointed at himself. "Ash." He then clamped his jaws shut, resolving not to talk anymore, unless directly asked a question by a higher rank. He turned halfway away, ready to move off down the path back towards camp. Hopefully they wouldn't get in trouble with Phantom. Hopefully Phantom was in an okay mood. Hope. Ash inwardly rolled his eyes. Hope was something he didn't normally do. There was nothing special about this loner. Nothing at all.

tagged ; Jade & Royale

[Everything? Only on this rp, or on the other one too? (by the way, yeah, you are fine as long as you were accepted on the other one)
/assumes both
Okay. Uhm... the beta found a loner out in the woods. Ash (me XP) then found another. Alaska (beta) took the other loner (cannot remember name Dx ) back to camp. Midieval found Cora, another loner. Ash called for backup, and Royale showed up.
Not much has happened other than people joining and the rp closing then reopening, and people meeting loners. Other than what I told you in the three sentences above this, the only things happening are saying hello at camp.

Also, just a reminder that Ash isn't on the front page. His form is on page two.]

[Sk8terGal98]

•{{ Im soooo sorry I haven't posted in a while...!! I went to my friends house and ended up staying longer than expected. Everyone is accepted and also, I'm sorry but on Tuesday I will be leaving for church camp until Saturday so I won't be on and inbetween these days as well...I'm so sorrryyyyy:( also ill reply soon.