ＥＮＤ ＩＴ.Wolf Romance RP.O p e n.

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x X Roan X x
Ranking
Currently a loner
Age
3
Gender
Male
Mate
N/A
Body type: Born with the lean and wiry physique for stealth and moderate strength, his life of time spent as a loner has cleaned his bones of any ounce of fat; thinning him to absolute healthiness. There was a bit of Northern wolf blood put in somewhere in his family tree, resulting in his longer legs and superior height to mostly everybody he meets. His face is made of beatifically sharp angles, with a fine jawline and a straight nose with sculpted pointed ears, earning him the nickname 'Foxy' from his close friends. Roans legs are long, ending with paws perhaps a tad big in comparison to the rest of his nicely-proportioned self. His abdomen curves nicely upward at the stomach, giving him the clean-cut appearance of someone who is regularly active and young along with a arched neck and bowed tail to finish off the look of a more noble variety.
Eye color: Pleasantly light green with interchanging bits of darker green and soft-yellow flecks, like the variety of greens and shades you would see if you tilted your head back and looked up into a leaf-laden tree in the springtime. At their center is a ring of dark and smoldering amber, his eyes are what most would call almond-shaped, yet so mellow a description cannot completely fit with their slant in shape and devilishly playful and restless mood. Ringed in dark, spikey honey-tipped lashes, his eyes are arguably the most attractive thing about him.
Fur color: Most are reminded of autumn when they catch sight of his unruly pelt. His fur has an almost metallic quality with its golden ends and honeyed highlights against the dark mahogany richness of his under fur and roots. His fur is of varying lengths over all, liking to spike up in soft swirls on his proud chest and stand up in handsome disarray on his forehead. His paws are all the darker hue of his under fur, peppered with some golden flecks, as is the shorter velveteen fur of his face. The hollows of his eyes are each a little darker than the rest of his face, a line of softer gold dust streaked along the crest of each cheekbone, drawing attention to the variety of color changes to his fur. A flat black colors his nose, nails, and the inner curve of his pointed ears. BAM --this is essentially what his fur is like
Bio/Personality
Quick to return a smile and just as quick to lend a helping paw, Roan is an easy one to find yourself depending on for his never-fading smiling eyes and sweet hums. When you are first acquainted to him the only thing you can really know for sure is that he is entirely enrapturing with how easygoing and easy to talk to he is. Roan is not one to start fights, though he is well-known for being able to end one. He has never felt the queasy feeling of indecision or nervousness, always being completely sure of his actions and ready to pay any consequences that may become of them. His charming ways extend into every aspect of his living, but is perhaps tarnished by how restless he is underneath everything; eager for adventure and always ready for something new to try. Roan is calm and steady compared to most males, and the way that most become aware of his presence is when they suddenly have a completely still spot in their vision. In crowds when you look for someone it’s usually the color of their fur or a distinctive voice characteristic that you are searching for, but for Roan it is his stillness. He could be among hundreds in a crowd and you would instantly be able to find him just because of how still and solid seeming he is. One of the most consistent things about him is how inconsistent he is; one to go out of his way to bring little unexpected trinkets for friends he may not have even seen recently, or to suddenly pick up and leave all of his belongings and take a walkabout of the distant territories. His attitudes towards other males are generally good-natured and gentlemanly, but he knows who he likes and who he doesn’t and will not make a secret of it. His number of enemies is next to none, and most are due to his talents as a fighter and their hurt feelings over being beat in any kind of conflict. To the doves he is sweet and polite, not afraid or unabashed to pay a wink and compliment where they are due.
History
Roan is as simple as can be when it comes to his past life. He was born to a pair of rangy loners, in a litter for five where he was neither the largest nor the smallest. Growing up was rough in a life or death way, for their small family number meant that every hunt and kill that they made had to happen perfectly in order to preserve their fairy tail life of loner freedom. One by one his family members have peeled away from their parents, siblings now roaming far and wide in a little net of a wide-cast family. Roan was the first to leave, and his heart still thrums with excitement and adventure just as it did on his first hunt and first day truly playing a loner.
Writing Sample
This is a short story I wrote, but my RPing is very similar in detailing.

x X Kirsten X x
Ranking
A subordinate I suppose
Age
2
Gender
Fea
Mate
N/A
Body type: Kirsten appears to be a lot taller than she really is due to her personality, but when she’s a more quieter version of herself, or if you’re lucky enough to be embracing her, the surprising realization of how slender and small she really is hits you hard. She’s basically the average height for a female, but just a bit shorter. Her feminine figure has the curse of the curves, able to snag a males attention with her eye pleasing figure and almost dainty paws and nicely rounded ears. But don’t dare ever underestimate her strength; Kirsten is probably as strong as any well-muscled male due to her endless hours of running and her natural ability to retain energy for long periods of time.
Eye color: Bright and magnetic emerald, with rarely seen gold flecks that like to make appearances when she’s feeling... impulsive. The constellations seem to wink in her gaze, drawing others nearer.
Fur color: Her fur is a shade of blue that can only be seen in nature on the darkest of nights, when one looks up into the sky and sees that deep shade of secrets. Whispers of lighter blue are seen around her eyes and underside and the inner curves of her fine ears. Her fur is also dusted with gold over her high cheekbones and nicely curved shoulder blades, with a random and rarely seen white pinpoint in the inside of her left leg; like the Northern star caught without its surrounding constellations.
Bio/Personality
Kirsten is a difficult dove to understand unless you know her whole story. She puts on a light and fun front, someone you can’t help but get a happy buzz from just by being in the same general area as her. That is how she always seems to be, her body practically humming with ceaseless energy and her whole being filled with an almost hungry need for something that even she doesn’t know yet. Kirsten is the fastest runner you will ever hope to find, she’s spent her life perfecting every different pace. She’s usually flirty, never turning down a dare and often getting into some trouble for it, but not caring about the risks. Her wits are often overlooked, unexpected by someone who is always moving and seems to be short of attention. She was raised as a privileged alpha-healer pup though, and knows all about history, geography, astrology, and everything else her studies spoke endlessly of. If that had been her passion, a fine scholar she would have made. With her ability to learn things quick and apply them to the world around her. She has a cunning side, strategic and evasive all at once, daring others to come closer with her presence. Kirsten’s whole being runs on pure energy, only sleeping when her body forces her to due to some rather intense nightmares that cloud her at all times. She has been known to disappear from any contact with the other pack members for days at a time, but if you howl for her she will always come. She can be icy at times, flinching from almost any touch even though she hides it well. She’s an easily lovable and trustable young fae, earning her people respect and love effortlessly, though she doesn’t trust others nearly as well.
History
Her past is one of extreme trial and error, and to tempt her horror-filled past from her lips would draw you up short with wonder at how such a fea is still living. For she has been through many foolish situations brought on by her mislead heart. Both too daring and too pretty for her own good, Kirsten grew up with many young males in her fathers proud pack. When they were young she was merely their playfriend, learning how to tumble and play rough with the boys was simple to her then. But as they all grew, her friends affectionate glances turned into stares of unrestrained wild emotions as her beauty bloomed. Soon she was underestimating just how friendly these males were to her, and now she has a name to match with every scar hidden beneath her thick fur, and an icy mistrust of any physical contact no matter how small. When she was of age she fled her pack with relish, and has wandered far and wide to find a home here instead. Even though she has been a part of the pack for a few months; many members do not at once realize that she's a pack member upon seeing her out in the territory or in the rare event that shes in the camp for long. Kirsten is most often out ranging around by herself, and has not yet grown close to anyone, but most of the members are aware of her in some way or another.

[Rotten]

((Ah...a-anyone want to rp with my characters? The only one busy now is Wit //stares at the sunset, alone))

[Rotten]

((Ok cool! Should he meet Nonna or Magdalena?))

[Rotten]

((Ah, ok. I'll go with Magdalena then since she never gets any attention))

Magdalena

|Fae|Subordinate|3 years-old|Crush- Cactus|Currently- Drinking at the river|Feeling- Curious, depressed|Is With- No one|Tags- No one|

Do you wonder why you hate? (Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day)
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes? (A world of nothingness,
Blows me away.)

Magdalena had sat under that dead tree for quite a while now, being miserable and negative as usual. Some may say that she was quite a grumpy and serious wolf. Not really. She was just skittish, negative, and responsible. Oh and very stubborn. It's that stubbornness that has allowed her to live up till now. She wasn't pretty and didn't have any special talents in her opinion. After being born from faraway lands and having a sucky life most would have given up by now. But no, she was far too stubborn. It was also because of that stubbornness that she wasn't an omega. She refused to be beaten down to bottom no matter how scared she was. Often others hid their fears, but Magdalena can't really hide anything, a rabbit if she's lucky.

The white wolf let out a shaky sigh then looked around warily before getting up on all fours. She gave the dead twisted tree one last look before she walked off. She needed to get a drink and maybe some food. She never did eat enough due to her anxiety. The white wolf cautiously walked over to a nearby river, and started lapping up the water. After the quick drink she stared at her reflection. Sheesh, wow was she unattractive. Even though she disliked the face that stared back at her quite a lot, she couldn't help but be a little fascinated as well. She delicately tapped her reflection with a paw, causing the water to ripple and for the timid wolf to let her guard down. Someone could easily come by now without her running off.

[avaloafe]

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After being startled by her own sneeze, she shook her pelt and padded into the forest. Aspen always padded in the forest when things were on her mind. It gave her a place to think. All was quiet except the rustling of the tree's and bushes from the cool, crisp wind. Though, something odd came into her nose. It was, the scent of another wolf.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose slightly as she stopped in her tracks. She lifted her nose and continued to smell. The scent was fresh. About 3 minutes ago. The fae began padding slowly, carefully, and quietly towards the wolf scent. She was about six wolf-lengths away from a large, black brute, who seemed to be feasting on a small rabbit. She kept quiet and low, behind a bush, watching the brute.

[ghost queen.]

Skater examined the female carefully and kept his distances his eyes examined her and her ways and movements.
Incase she tried something bad against him. Sighing lightly he stood up straight, "I'm Skater" he said, he said it
a lot like 'Skata' due to his Australian accent. "What ya doin' out here? Shouldn't ya be with your pack?" He asked
tilting his head.

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S y n a b y l .

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

m o o d ; ; curious.
r a n k ; ; loner.
w i t h ; ; with skater.
f r i e n d s ; ; abbervail.
l o o k s ; ; ☣

Synabyl merely answered with a tilt of the grey head and giving her name to Skater. "Well I'm Synabyl. Syn for short. And whatcha mean by that? Do I reek of the pack I used to be in, still?" She asked Skater, her yellow-goldish eyes seeming glossy as the Alaskan sun hit them. "Anyway, I don't have a pack. It was destroyed soon after I came to power after losing it once." She stated, shaking some of the snow that was falling from the trees, which were blowing in the direction the wind was. The small flurrie of snow that was lifted off of the branches of the tree, continued to fall onto Synabyl's coat, wetting it slightly.

[DreamsFlyToStarrySky]

{sorry for not posting! I'll do that in a sec }

[mrs lough]

Channing nodded and stood on his paws, following her to the hunting grounds. He stretched out his body and shook his fur free of loose hair. "So.." he mumbled aloud, unsure of what to say. "The weather today is quite nice," he stated and gazed up to the sun, sighing gently. "I love these types of days."

Kat shook her head as if to protest, "no, its okay.." she whispered, staring at her paws. But it wasn't okay. She couldn't love or have pups, she'd die alone. Alone with no friends or family. "I was just.. wondering," the female looked back up to Vinyl, smiling softly. The nice breeze blew through her pure white fur, and she looked back down to her scarred paws.

[moon.]

{{ Dang this RP has exploded with me being gone one day aha! Sorry I wasn't on yesterday, I went to homecoming. Can everybody who posted for either Ebony, Asher, or Absolution please quote their posts? So sorry

[DreamsFlyToStarrySky]

Scarlett

Mood| OK| Rank: Beta F| Gender: Female| With: Wit| Friends: unknown|

Scarlett laughs. "Nah, there's probably too many wolves to fight, but I just, you know, want to make a good impression before I injure them..." Scarlett replies, sweetly. Wow- sweetly- sure a surprise! Scarlett was beginning to take a liking to this wolf- not romantically or anything- he was just sweet, kind and playful. This Wit wolf could take a laugh... He may be trusted. But, she can't approve of him a friend with the click of a finger, she's pretty sure there's going to be more towards him. Unless he's one of those down right boring wolves with nothing to tell, or a far too adventurous for Scarlett to cope with, nope, if so then, there was no point saying hi. But he seemed quite friendly-his name was unique (which isn't quite rare, most of the pack have unique names, Scarlett's now a bit... You know, left out), he could take a laugh, but, there was a problem... Wow, in everything there's got to be a problem. Now that is honestly not fair.

Anyways, the problem was, he was far too proper.

Yes, yes, she understands that a gentleman has always got to be kind to a lady, but, with Scarlett's attitude, I'm sure everyone should know she's more of a boy than a girl. More of a male than a female. More of a gentlemen than a lady. But, everything else is fine... So far.


{ @Meta, well, I guess saying I was part polish was an underestimation. I was born there, and my entire family is Polish. My family is the only one, in our entire family tree, that has migrated to the UK, or anywhere else in fact. The problem is, I want to stay in the UK, so I might ruin the whole 'only polish' theme in my family tree... Whoops.}