w a n d e r l u s t : discussion & forms

[iShame]

I suppose i should put this up for everyone to know, ^^

I am not often online on Sunday's. Saturdays i am usually online, but not always. And at various time within the next 30 days i may not be online due to moving out of my current residence. ^^ Also, i am usually only online from 11:30AM-5-7PM EST.

Just a heads up to those that Role-play with me, that i do not have 24/7 online access.

[mundane]

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Name Harper
Age Four years old
Gender Female
Rank Hunter
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History Once among a pack who was strong, loving and respected by all, Harper was raised to
become a strong and powerful member in her pack. She was a fighter like her father and
she spent all of her time with her father once she was old enough to rise in ranks. She always
wanted to prove herself to her father and would do anything for him. Since her pack was
powerful there weren't always fights with other packs but when there were, they were long and
hard battles. Alphas from the rival packs would always send omegas to mingle in with their
pack and sometimes even join so they could find their weakness and attack. Harper's Alpha was
smart and clever, always sniffing them out however and managed to keep their pack the most
powerful and strongest. He kept everyone in check, making sure everyone had a duty and a job
to do. No slackers were allowed to stay and everyone didn't mind because they loved him for
being able to protect them and be so strong for them.
After a successful hunt, and a feast, Harper was sent to take her younger siblings to the
nursery along with other pups when they suddenly got attacked. Being caught unaware of
their traitor beta. Harper, too far from the nursery, hid the pups and ordered them to stay
hidden to join the fight. The surprise of the traitor only became aware near the end of the
battle, which made it too late to overpower them and win. Most of their pack were killed and
scattered, their alpha managed to kill the traitorous beta but was severely injured. He passed
several minutes after leaving the pack scattered and torn. Harper ran to the hidden pups, only
to find scraps of what was left of them. Torn from just losing her parents in battle and then
the loss of the pups, along with her siblings. Harper was thinking of doing a suicide mission.
Right when it crossed her mind, she felt a tugging on her hind leg. Her two brothers had ran
after Harper when she had left them but getting lost and scared in the battle hid somewhere
else, managing to escape death. Having no pack to call theirs the went on the run, Harper
taking care of her sibling, she became a hunter to feed her brothers and ended up liking it.
After two months alone, they stumbled along the Wanderlust Pack
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Coat Thick, gray, black, white
Eye Color Dark gray
Height Three foot two inches
Length Five feet four inches
Weight Hundred and five pounds
Physique Tall and lean, a bit
muscular
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Personality Harper is; Sarcastic,
quick-witted, blunt, calm, level
headed, and she never loses her
temper. Being raised to be strong,
she isn't just strong physically, she
has a strong spirit and won’t stop............
at nothing to keep her brothers
safe. She is the foundation for her
brothers and will risk her life for
them.
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...............Likes Her brothers, warmth,
...............hunting, running, sleeping
...............Dislikes Sleeping in public,
...............rain, peaches, loud obnoxious
...............people
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.......Relationships
.......Kin James & Jasper [Brothers]
.......Crush None
.......Mate None
.......Pups None
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Names James & Jasper
Ages Four months
Genders Male
Ranks Pups
Coat Light brown, black, white
Eyes Soft blue/gray
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Personality Clumsy, protective
of Harper, clever, silly, tricksters,
full of energy. They grew up not
knowing their parents well, and
love Harper very much. They also
are always together, never parting
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Like Being together, running
sleeping, pulling jokes on each
other
Dislike Rain, frogs, Harper
being away for too long, cars

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Relationship
Kin Harper [Sister]
Crush None
Mate None
Pups None

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[sinopa]

Accepted. Adding now.

[DisneyClassics]

{I would like to join but don't have time to make and post forms now. They should be up within the next 2 days though. }

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I suppose I'll add to the updates with characters.
Antheia's personality needs to be fleshed out a little more but her physical description and history are completed. I need to build a basic skeleton as well.
Baelor's his Tory needs work but I have the basic ideas for it. They probably won't be posted tonight because I have to write an essay due tonight that I haven't even started but I think they should be up fairly quick tomorrow.

[sinopa]

@Disney: Just post it when you can. If you want to reserve anything specific now, let me know. Just remember the reserve lasts 48 hours.

@toast: Alright then, sounds good. Just let me know if anything changes.

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name antheia
age four and a half
rank sentinel
crush none
mate none
pups none
parents havok & mercy
siblings vesper, toulouse, exodus

positive traits obedient, intelligent, dedicated
negative traits loyal, oblivious, stubborn
neutral traits patient, readable, quick-minded
coat colors mottled, various browns
eye color ashy grey/silver
height 28 inches at shoulder
length 63 inches nose to tail
build small, lean, limber, quick

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paragraph Viciously dedicated to her job, passionate, and intimidatingly intelligent and clever. Antheia has a fast working brain, although sometimes her tongue can't keep up and she tends to stumble over her words. Obedient and loyal to a fault, blindly follows her commands and the one who gives them. Patience changes with the wolf she deals with. Stubborn when it comes to her own pain, pushes it down which can lead to further injury to herself. Ignores her own needs more often than not. She's friendly, though not overly-chatty, and has a strong sense of justice. Easy to read and terribly oblivious on the matters of love, although she's as hopelessly romantic as anyone else. Not fearless, as she's quite scared of the unknown and what the future might hold although she tries her hardest not to let this weigh her down.

paragraph Antheia's a muted beauty, the sort that takes a keen eye to really admire. The daylight turns her eyes to ash, but the rays of the moon reflect off titanium flecks and set her orbs alight with a brilliant silver. Stunning, no doubt, but she hardly moves from the murky outpost which she had selected as her place of watch so such a wonder is lost to the world. Lacks bulk, but swift paws make her a speedy creature. Rectangular in figure, with a tall, thin frame and a long body to match. Large, triangular ears are excellent for capturing sound. Strong sense of sight and scent as well, although she seems to lack much feeling in her paws and silence can sometimes prove difficult because of this. Particularly weak in the jaws, her bite is enough to ward off potential enemies but not likely enough to mortally wound unless said target was small or already fading. Her coat is a large palate of browns, most too close in variation to tell the differences. Like most wolves, her legs and belly are lightest on her body. The pigment takes on a beige color, exploding from her chest and washing down her belly and legs. It doesn't end there either, taking root around her eyes, inside her ears, and flecking very small areas of her muzzle. An auburn color dominates the top of her muzzle, stretching from a coal black nose and fading out just before her stop. The rest of her fur is a sort of filemot color, slightly mousy in some areas but it becomes difficult to pinpoint just what color is there. This same pattern flows down her back, her flanks turning the slightest bit russet but otherwise remaining dull brown. The area around her shoulders begins to turn slightly muddy past the whithers, like her genes decided to throw another later of brown on the already mottled she-wolf. A faint line the color of brewed coffee runs along her spine, although it's difficult to tell exactly where it starts. From a glance, it seems to begin just after her dorsal cape, where the fur holds soft black tips.

paragraph Antheia wasn't blessed with an opulent life nor was she cursed with one that would forever leave a scarred look in her eyes. She was born into a small pack, more of a family unit than anything. Her parents were a strong-blooded, handsome couple and it was certain from the moment her mother fell pregnant that the pups she whelped would be healthy and strong. She was raised alongside two brothers and a sister, grew up under the watchful eyes of her parents, the old tagged nurse who was as much a part of the family as she was, and a young blood who had found his way down from the mountain some months before she was even concieved. It was a comfortable life, she and her siblings provided ample time for growing up. She was by no means the pretty one, ratty and messy, but her nurse had told her each day that she never had to be beautiful to be worthwhile. Perhaps it was this advice that left her the worst candidate to breed insecurities and was surely the source of her independence. Rather than focusing in keeping her muddy brown fur under control, she spent more of her days chasing after her brothers and living by the same standards they did. Bath time? That was for the daintiness of her sister, who spent more time with their mother learning the ways of an alpha so that one day she might keep a pack of her own. She loved Vesper, there was no doubting that. The tawny she-wolf was her best friend, but she never understood that desire for leading. So she grew up without this type of training and honed the strength of her other senses. She became stronger, although not necessarily bulkier. She lost that when she lost her puphood and in some strange turn, Vesper became larger. She wasn't the weakest one in her litter. There really wasn't one, but her body seemed to be built for something completely different. She was taken under the wing of the young blood, although he wasn't really young anymore. He taught her the ways of a scout, the best places to perch, where trespassers are likely to lurk. Everything he knew was passed on to her. All this time training instilled a strong love in her, although it wasn't for the brute who conditioned her. It was a love for her job that had been birthed in her training. This remained strong, even when she and her brothers set out from their birth pack at two years of age. They stuck together for a while, although eventually they found new packs and families and she was left to her own devices. It was difficult at first, but she learned to move swiftly and managed to avoid trouble. She was just under three when she found her new home with the nomadic group she lives with today and she couldn't ask for more.

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name baelor
age nearing seven
rank omega
crush unlikely
mate never
pups dislikes them
parents unknown, king & honey
siblings unknown, beric & onyx

positive traits wise, courageous, responsible
negative traits bull-headed, temperamental, difficult
neutral traits emotionally strong, independent, realistic
coat colors cream & orange
eye color fierce bronze
height 33 inches at the shoulder
length 68 inches nose to tail
build bulky, large, muscular, solid

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paragraph Angry, temperamental, and stubborn as a mule, Baelor got his rank due to his attitude issues. He's got a tongue too sharp for his own good and a head so hard that bull's get jealous. He's unmovable and opinionated, and lacks severely in the optimism department. He's almost pessimistically realistic and seems to have no issues stepping on as many toes as he needs to get what he wants. He believes what he believes and it's hard to get him to budge. He has some dominance issues, not really appreciative of being bossed around and perhaps that's why he was put where he is. By all means, he probably should have been kicked out but many times his words are worth hearing and he can be pretty useful most times. He's just brash about helping. He does care, although with such a rough exterior it's hard to tell. He doesn't break easily and his lack of interest in love of any sort has bade him a closed off bachelor. His difficult personality would likely make him an undesirable mate anyway and the unpleasantries of his relatively sour attitude are a strong deterrent to even some of the most tolerant beasts. Still, it's hard to deny his loyalties, however difficult to obtain. Blood ties matter most to him, although if a wolf has managed to gain his respect then they'll obtain the delight of having him at their side. He's a brave ally and responsible, but that doesn't mean he won't do what he wants just because he can. His fierce independence will always be problematic for anyone who deals with him, but that's just part of the package deal. He wise, there's no denying that. If he wasn't he would have dug his own grave long ago, but his own self-interest has forced him to adopt an overall reserved persona, however irritating that is for him. Still, he remains as tough and unyielding as the winters he was born in.

paragraph Grizzly and brutish, Baelor's looks match his personality. He's stocky, his build solid and wide. His muzzle is broad and scarred, fearsome teeth protruding from pink gums on the inside of his maw and a nose of coal black marked pink with old gashes. His coat is as thick as he is, rough and wooly and lovely. It has a large mix of color to it, the base painted cream in the warmer months and fading to an off-white as the cold sets in. Surrounding his mid-section, his fur turns orange, kissed by the sunset and set aflame by the last lights. The bridge of his muzzle and his forehead are dabbed brown, his ears turning to rust as they near the tips. His legs, thick as trees, are the closest to white as can be, but calling them snow would be an insult to the product of winter. They lay just between sandy and eggshell in color, tipped with dulled black claws. His underbelly shows no change in color, stuck in that in between that marks his legs. His tail is bushy, pale orange in color and marked with a small dash of black halfway down. His eyes are fierce and calculating, the irises washed bronze in color. He's handsome, in a strange sort of way. Pleasing to look at when his coat is groomed to perfection, as long as he doesn't look back.

paragraph Baelor was born into a world of uncertainty. His mother was a young she-wolf, barely able to take care of herself let alone three pups. With his father unknown to all but his mother, things had looked grim from the very start. It was only the alpha of a small pack nearby that offered any light to the silver wolf's situation. He was her brother, proud and true, and his sense of duty led him to accept her pups as his own. He had planned to take all three, however his mate was against the idea and would only take in one. That lucky pup was Baelor. Though blind and unable to hear, he was the strongest of his brothers. It was shown in the way he fiercely pawed his aunt's belly, the way he effortlessly pushed aside all who tried to take away the milk which sustained him, and heard in the sharp cries when the warmth of his wet nurse left him. His uncle was prideful of the son he had adopted, perhaps a little too proud. Here was a pup who wasn't even his own and he was getting more attention than the two sons his mate bore him. It drove his aunt mad and she resorting to treating him with a cool tolerance. Perhaps this attitude was what caused him to feel marginalized, what made him know that something was wrong with him. He was well into maturity when he discovered why Honey had been so distant with him. As most hierarchies go, King was forced to pick an heir. Logistics should have given the title to Onyx, the eldest true born son, however logistics did not fall into play. King had chosen Baelor and this uncounseled decision outraged Honey. The truth came out after four long years and it shook his world and sent it crashing down. He felt betrayed, lied to, and most of all he felt angry. Angry that his so called father had hidden his lineage from him, angry that his mother never had the courage to come for him, and most of all he was angry that he never saw the signs. By all means, it was so clear. Honey's distance, the furtive glances he got from the pack, the whisperings of his name in the dead of night. He left when he could no longer handle the disappointed looks from Beric or the jealous sneers and retorts from Onyx. He was a nomad for a long while, his anger and newfound temper keeping him from the welcoming paws of a new family. He managed to hold on to one pack for a short while, but a particularly bad outburst had his roaming again. He joined up with Takota when he was close to five years old, his bitterness somehow tolerated. Sure, he was placed as an omega, but at least he was home.

[sinopa]

Lovely. <3 And accepted. ^-^

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Thank you c: I hope you'll excuse any mistakes. The paragraphs were written on my phone so a few things might have auto corrected without my noticing.
Has anything important happened so far? I skimmed through the thread but haven't had the time to read each post yet.

[sinopa]

It's cool. I'm always fighting with both my phone and computer with autocorrect. Especially with names. xD I'm impressed you could write so much just on your phone. I don't have the patience to do it myself.
But no nothing really has. A hunting patrol is about to go out. And a really bad snow storm is on the way. Feel free to join in, in any way. c: