Spirit Eyes[Spirit Canine Roleplay] -Open-

[Chara Dreemurr]

OOC: I trust you're working on the personality & history ^^ so accepted c: Thanks for the secret word. If you need help finding a picture just tell me, because I could make one c;

Ok Skylar ^^

((Could you make me a picture please? Oh, and I don't really have a reference (will make a word one), but if they get scars while still living, do they still have them dead? Since Sun died in a battle...
And thanks, Kiki.Mirage! C:))

[antler apathy]

OOC: Yes, they would have the scars. I'd have to draw you a picture[because the mods took off my pictures], but my tablet isn't working so I'd advise you to write a description for now ^^
Thanks Kiki, for being mature unlike some people who would have whined c: May I suggest the color Silver?

[*Skylar The Plant*]

Skylar, like all the Spirit Canines has colourless fur, she is rather long limbed and is very lithely built for a wolf. Her fur is rather long and around her ears, muzzle, tail, laws and neck her fur is a slightly darker shade. Her eyes are a very pale green. Her eyes border on being silver as there is a very odd sheen to them, it's a sort of metallic pale green. She has a nick out of one of her large colourless ears and a scar across one shoulder, along with a few scars on her muzzle, but they aren't too noticeable since her fur almost covers them.
Name: Skylar
Age: Three years [Young adult, was born in mid Spring]
Gender: Female
Breed[Be specific]: Grey Wolf
Element: Crystal.
Pack: Spirit Eyes
Rank: Healer
Personality: Sky is a very quiet and morbid wolf, she tends to stray too long on the details of small things, like if another Canine gets a thorn in it's paw she'll tell it it will possibly die of an infection, she doesn't mean to be like this, it's just something to do with her past. She can be easily distracted, the slightest movement will send her off to investigate it, she is very curious about things. She tends to wander off alone sometimes and gets shocked and frightened very easily. She can't stand to be near too many other canines.

Sky tends to snap very easily when irritated and won't hesitate to try and bite someone or call them insulting names. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble. She's very good with herbs and finds them easily because she is so curious. She wouldn't leave another canine in trouble, even if she did hate them, she hates seeing others in pain, and if she was the one who inflicted the injury upon them she would feel bad to no end.
History: Sky was born into a littler of four, she was the runt and by far the smallest and weakest, she survived, unlike many runts. She grew up until she was one years old rather happy, she loves her mother and father and her siblings. It was only when her father and her found out that he wasn't really her father things began to change. Her father left and Sky was furious at her mother, so furious that she too decided to leave, since she was still quite long, she left a few months later, when she was a bit older.

Just a few days after she left, she heard gun shots and rushed back to find her siblings and mother had been shot dead by hunters. She felt so responsible, she ran after the hunters but lost them as they drove away. She lived the next two years of her life rather normally, she was depressed. One day a large male wolf found her on his territory. He was furious, so he attacked he, ripping her ear open, scratching her shoulder and muzzle and ended up ripping her neck open and killing her. That's when her life ended.
Crush: Open, but she's not really looking.
Mate:Again, open.
Other(optional): Coloured Spirits

Fabian used to be a very handsome grey tinged Siberian Husky, now his coat is colourless and his eyes are the colour of pale peaches, He is long limbed with a fluffy, slightly curly tail, his fur is very thick and long and he has a petite muzzle and rather large eyes. He is quite well built, not chubby, nor too skinny. He has white fur with darker parts on his muzzle and ears and along his back.
Name: Fabian
Age: Four Years [Middle aged adult, born in mid winter]
Gender: Male
Breed: Siberian Husky
Element: Energy
Pack: Spirit Eyes
Rank: Hunter
Personality: Fabian is a very playful and happy canine, he likes to play games and run more then being serious and keeping still. he finds it hard to have to be serious, but when he gets upset, he'll stay in a rut for a while, that's just how he is, it's hard to get him down, but when you do he'll stay like it for a while. He tends to get very whinny and clingy and will follow some others around like a lost puppy.

He can be very affectionate and is very good at begging things out of others, using his cute charms. He doesn't like to hurt other canines, so that's why he's a hunter, he'd prefer to help feed everyone then hurt somebody. He is rather skilled on his paws and will jump around a lot. He doesn't really like heights, because when he was alive, he fell off somewhere and that's hurt him.
History: Fabian was very playful when he was alive, always getting to the highest place he could. He actually was raised as a pet, he had good owners and he was separated from his litter-mates when he was two months old, he missed them a lot, but grew up happily with his owners. His owners brought a new house one day, one with a big balcony, Fabian thought it was a lot of fun to stick his head under the railing and look down.

Once one of his owners friends came around, he was not very fond of dogs, he saw Fabian half under the balcony, and then he kicked him, Fabian was so surprised he jumped forward, not knowing there was no ground underneath him. He fell from the balcony and hit the pavement. Breaking his back, neck and left leg. He does on impact. He still has problems with his leg.
Crush: Open, he'd probably like a mate.
Mate: Open
Other(optional): Coloured Spirits

Chase looks like a normal African Wild Dog, large eared, long limbed, very skinny with a thin muzzle. His pelt is various shades of colourness. He also has colourless eyes, which hints he is now a normal Spirit Canine. He has a small scar on his throat and on his chest, which was originally ginger. His eyes were originally a very dark blue with yellow around the pupil, for his element. One of his eyes has a scar through it, he can't see out of it.
Name: Chase
Age: Two and a half years [Adolescent, born in early Summer]
Gender: Male
Breed[Be specific]: African Wild Dog
Element: Storm
Pack: Outcasts
Rank: Delta Male
Personality: He is a very dark and lonely sort of canine, he thinks theres no point getting close to anyone and will often point out morbid things. He tends to sigh a lot and is rather submissive, he doesn't mind being told what to do, he's used to it. He doesn't like to give orders, nor does he like hunting. He likes to run and fight, he'd rather take his anger out on another canine then an animal that he could eat. Which is not saying that he wouldn't eat the canine that he killed.

He tends to growl and snarl a lot and he is rather easily enraged into attack. Once he tries to attack once, he won't stop until his opponent is dead or has given up. He tries to keep his opponents in his sight range at all times, he finds his 'disability' frustrating, but he'd never ask for help, he's not like that.
History: He lived an ordinary life on the Savannah of Africa, fighting with his small pack of other African Wild Dogs, trying their best to keep alive with the limited meat they could get. They went so close to lions many of his comrades were killed trying just to get enough to eat. Chase headed the assaults on the lions hunts and he was the one who always got out of there first, he was afraid.

One day he teamed up with a few more African Wild Dogs, one of which, a pretty young female, he fancied her deeply and stayed around her a lot. He always made sure she was safe when they raided the carcasses. One night, the lion they were attacking caught the Dog Chase fancied by the tail and was about to kill her, he flung himself at the lion and as he ripped at the lions ears, the lion let go of the young she-dog and slashed at Chase, ripping at his eye, Chase fell to the ground and the lion made no time swiftly killing him.
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Other(optional): Coloured Spirits

[Hanoverian]

((Was I accepted? Sorry, I don't wish to be rude or impatient, but my form is on the previous page in case you missed it. :3))

[mirage.]

OOC: Yes, they would have the scars. I'd have to draw you a picture[because the mods took off my pictures], but my tablet isn't working so I'd advise you to write a description for now ^^
Thanks Kiki, for being mature unlike some people who would have whined c: May I suggest the color Silver?

(( No problem. C: I'll try silver, though I'm not sure how that would look when her fur is already grey. P: If I add a little hint of steel blue to the silver, would that be okay? Just enough to make her eyes look different. ))

[Hanoverian]

((Can a dog have black fur, or does it have to be gray? Thank you. <3))

[Teacup-old]

{ I'm working on my character's descrptions. You no longer need to do a picture for me, I'm fine without. Thank you anyway though, Moon. }

[Chara Dreemurr]

 
((Sun looks like your average wild dog. Big, round ears, long fluffy tail, black snout with a thin line running to her forehead, and bright (in this case, gray, circled with black) splatters on her body. Her eyes are golden, and she has a scar on her neck, as if something had bit it. 

Sorry that this is a bit vague. She just looks like a normal wild dog.
And thanks ^^ ))

[Teacup-old]

Alma is unlike most wolves. Her fur is medium lengthed, providing the perfect tempeture for her year-round. Her legs are somewhat on the long side for short, but she's still a very small female. She weights somewhere around 56 pounds, stands at 3'6" exactly, and has a slender body. Her fur is a deep grey with black and white mixed in, along with other shades of grey. Her purple eyes can really draw someone in. She does have some grey points that are on the edge of white on her chest, inside of her legs, belly, and her muzzle along with some above her eyes. Her tail has a black tip, a characteristic from the red wolf. Her eyes are a vibrant purple, on the edge of dark and light. When in the shadows, they have a darker tint to them, and when she's in the sunlight they have a lighter tint.
Reference used for description above.
Name: Amla; Meaning 'Pure'
Age: One year, two months
Gender: Female
Breed: Red Wolf
Element: Love
Pack: Spirit Eyes
Rank: What's a Normal Rank?
Personality: Amla is a sweet, kind, loving femme. She has a passion for hunting. She will kill for family and she doesn't care if someone is infected, she would love them and help them anyway. She feels the need to protect everything and anything that she crosses paths with and can't stay long forever. She can sometimes bottle up her feelings without knowing it and when it somes out, it's a blind fury that no one would want to see.
History: Amla grew up in a litter of two, herself and her brother Ed. She grew to become a prized hunter of a wolf pack. She hadn't seen her brother in a while, but when she heard of his death she just wanted to leave to a better life. Her life grew to an end on her last hunting trip. Humans had snuck up on her and shot her as she died almost instantly. She came to this world for a second chance and soon realised she could be reunited with her brother, but when he grew to become infected, she didn't stop. She visited him each morning, not caring if she lost her vibrant purple eyes. All she wanted was to love her brother again and see him in the flesh.
Crush: No, she doesn't feel comfortable around males.
Mate: No
Other: Her brother is an outcast. Colored Spirits

Ed is larger than his breed's normal size. He stands 4'8" at the shoulder and weighs around 84 pounds. His coat is short, not much like his sister's. His fur is a light grey with white points, with black tipped fur, tail, and ears. His ears are large, only making him look somewhat goofy. His eyes are a loght grey silver mix.
More coming soon.
Reference for description above.
Name: Edgar or Ed
Age: One year, two months
Gender: Male
Breed: Red Wolf
Element: Time
Pack: Outcast
Rank: Beta Male maybe?
Personality: Ed is a big clown, often cheering others up for the fun of it. He has a big heart and will protect those who are close to him. He likes to be around others and enjoys what the rain brings with it. He doesn't talk much, but listens and loves to be there for others when they need him to lean on. Ed likes to lead others and enjoys being responcible for things. He will put his life in danger for others.
History: Ed was born into a usual family; a male and a female pup. His sister left home early and he stayed behind until his parents left Earth peacefully. He had made plans to join the pack his sister loved, but never lived to see that day. He was mauled by a bear on the packs land and, as he entered this new world, came to the realisation his eyes went from bright blue to grey in a day. He was outcast into a new pack where the wolves there were infected. His sister arrived, as he soon learned, and he held secret meetings with her every day, which he still continues to this day.
Crush: Nope
Mate: None
Other(optional): Can he have the coat colors above with grey eyes? I wasn't really sure on this one... Colored Spirits

{Updated, I'll finish Ed later. I got abit tired with this...}

[*Skylar The Plant*]

Skylar, like all the Spirit Canines has colourless fur, she is rather long limbed and is very lithely built for a wolf. Her fur is rather long and around her ears, muzzle, tail, laws and neck her fur is a slightly darker shade. Her eyes are a very pale green. Her eyes border on being silver as there is a very odd sheen to them, it's a sort of metallic pale green. She has a nick out of one of her large colourless ears and a scar across one shoulder, along with a few scars on her muzzle, but they aren't too noticeable since her fur almost covers them.
Name: Skylar
Age: Three years [Young adult, was born in mid Spring]
Gender: Female
Breed[Be specific]: Grey Wolf
Element: Crystal.
Pack: Spirit Eyes
Rank: Healer
Personality: Sky is a very quiet and morbid wolf, she tends to stray too long on the details of small things, like if another Canine gets a thorn in it's paw she'll tell it it will possibly die of an infection, she doesn't mean to be like this, it's just something to do with her past. She can be easily distracted, the slightest movement will send her off to investigate it, she is very curious about things. She tends to wander off alone sometimes and gets shocked and frightened very easily. She can't stand to be near too many other canines.

Sky tends to snap very easily when irritated and won't hesitate to try and bite someone or call them insulting names. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble. She's very good with herbs and finds them easily because she is so curious. She wouldn't leave another canine in trouble, even if she did hate them, she hates seeing others in pain, and if she was the one who inflicted the injury upon them she would feel bad to no end.
History: Sky was born into a littler of four, she was the runt and by far the smallest and weakest, she survived, unlike many runts. She grew up until she was one years old rather happy, she loves her mother and father and her siblings. It was only when her father and her found out that he wasn't really her father things began to change. Her father left and Sky was furious at her mother, so furious that she too decided to leave, since she was still quite long, she left a few months later, when she was a bit older.

Just a few days after she left, she heard gun shots and rushed back to find her siblings and mother had been shot dead by hunters. She felt so responsible, she ran after the hunters but lost them as they drove away. She lived the next two years of her life rather normally, she was depressed. One day a large male wolf found her on his territory. He was furious, so he attacked he, ripping her ear open, scratching her shoulder and muzzle and ended up ripping her neck open and killing her. That's when her life ended.
Crush: Open, but she's not really looking.
Mate:Again, open.
Other(optional): Coloured Spirits

Fabian used to be a very handsome grey tinged Siberian Husky, now his coat is colourless and his eyes are the colour of pale peaches, He is long limbed with a fluffy, slightly curly tail, his fur is very thick and long and he has a petite muzzle and rather large eyes. He is quite well built, not chubby, nor too skinny. He has white fur with darker parts on his muzzle and ears and along his back.
Name: Fabian
Age: Four Years [Middle aged adult, born in mid winter]
Gender: Male
Breed: Siberian Husky
Element: Energy
Pack: Spirit Eyes
Rank: Hunter
Personality: Fabian is a very playful and happy canine, he likes to play games and run more then being serious and keeping still. he finds it hard to have to be serious, but when he gets upset, he'll stay in a rut for a while, that's just how he is, it's hard to get him down, but when you do he'll stay like it for a while. He tends to get very whinny and clingy and will follow some others around like a lost puppy.

He can be very affectionate and is very good at begging things out of others, using his cute charms. He doesn't like to hurt other canines, so that's why he's a hunter, he'd prefer to help feed everyone then hurt somebody. He is rather skilled on his paws and will jump around a lot. He doesn't really like heights, because when he was alive, he fell off somewhere and that's hurt him.
History: Fabian was very playful when he was alive, always getting to the highest place he could. He actually was raised as a pet, he had good owners and he was separated from his litter-mates when he was two months old, he missed them a lot, but grew up happily with his owners. His owners brought a new house one day, one with a big balcony, Fabian thought it was a lot of fun to stick his head under the railing and look down.

Once one of his owners friends came around, he was not very fond of dogs, he saw Fabian half under the balcony, and then he kicked him, Fabian was so surprised he jumped forward, not knowing there was no ground underneath him. He fell from the balcony and hit the pavement. Breaking his back, neck and left leg. He does on impact. He still has problems with his leg.
Crush: Open, he'd probably like a mate.
Mate: Open
Other(optional): Coloured Spirits

Chase looks like a normal African Wild Dog, large eared, long limbed, very skinny with a thin muzzle. His pelt is various shades of colourness. He also has colourless eyes, which hints he is now a normal Spirit Canine. He has a small scar on his throat and on his chest, which was originally ginger. His eyes were originally a very dark blue with yellow around the pupil, for his element. One of his eyes has a scar through it, he can't see out of it.
Name: Chase
Age: Two and a half years [Adolescent, born in early Summer]
Gender: Male
Breed[Be specific]: African Wild Dog
Element: Storm
Pack: Outcasts
Rank: Delta Male
Personality: He is a very dark and lonely sort of canine, he thinks theres no point getting close to anyone and will often point out morbid things. He tends to sigh a lot and is rather submissive, he doesn't mind being told what to do, he's used to it. He doesn't like to give orders, nor does he like hunting. He likes to run and fight, he'd rather take his anger out on another canine then an animal that he could eat. Which is not saying that he wouldn't eat the canine that he killed.

He tends to growl and snarl a lot and he is rather easily enraged into attack. Once he tries to attack once, he won't stop until his opponent is dead or has given up. He tries to keep his opponents in his sight range at all times, he finds his 'disability' frustrating, but he'd never ask for help, he's not like that.
History: He lived an ordinary life on the Savannah of Africa, fighting with his small pack of other African Wild Dogs, trying their best to keep alive with the limited meat they could get. They went so close to lions many of his comrades were killed trying just to get enough to eat. Chase headed the assaults on the lions hunts and he was the one who always got out of there first, he was afraid.

One day he teamed up with a few more African Wild Dogs, one of which, a pretty young female, he fancied her deeply and stayed around her a lot. He always made sure she was safe when they raided the carcasses. One night, the lion they were attacking caught the Dog Chase fancied by the tail and was about to kill her, he flung himself at the lion and as he ripped at the lions ears, the lion let go of the young she-dog and slashed at Chase, ripping at his eye, Chase fell to the ground and the lion made no time swiftly killing him.
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Other(optional): Coloured Spirits

((Just bumping this up ^^ ))