[Zuppe]

---------- ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ::

What is a Rainbow Paint Wolf? Well it’s easy, it’s a canine that both resembles a wolf and a dog, but prefers to be called wolf. It’s tail acts like a paint brush, paint and all! Paint strangely grows from it’s fur and in order for the Paint Wolf to get rid of it, it needs to paint! They range around the size of your average Labrador, and come in many different colours, but not just of the Rainbow! They can be bright in colour, dark in colour, and even black, white and grey. They also come in Albino colours, but that is extremely rare. Sometimes they even have powers with their paints, but it depends on how rare they are. Paint Wolf’s eat anything they feel like really, meat, fruit, fish, it’s all up to them! During mating season, the males will show off their paintings to attract a female to them. Their mateship is painting a picture together to show their love for each other is eternal and will mark each other their paint. The average litter size for a Paint wolf is 1-2 Pups. Also between the Paint Wolves there isn’t much of a gender difference.

[Novi]

username: make up your mind
name: Todd.
gender: Male.
The truth/who he is: He used to be happy - WIP

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

username:
name:
gender:
The truth/who he is:

MARK IF I REMEMBER AHH

[River Song]

username: River Song

About me: If I win, this will be my first ever RPW. I love creating characters, coding forms, and writing. This mysterious hooded figure reminded me of Welcome to Nightvale, a podcast I listen too. The quote at the beginning is from Nightvale. So here you go, my entry for RPW 791, I give you:

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name:
Demios, the Greek god of terror
gender:
Male. One of the binary genders, represented by the symbol of Mars (♂).
The truth/who he is:
A fallow wheat field, darkened by gray skies and cut by a thin, muddy, river. There is a child, body shrouded by an overly large cloak, his eyes cast downwards, his eyes narrowed, his eyes white and red and stormy like the sky. He knows not what he is doing, yet he knows what he has done. He stops. A single small tear trickles from his eye. Heavy, slow clouds roll and rise, shadowing the stoic hills that keep the rain at bay. The river tumbles over shafts of fallen grain, rolling the small seeds of wheat downstream. The boy walks into the river, his cloak tugged at by the current. He bends forward. His blank eyes stare into his reflection. Neither he nor his reflection knows why he did the horrible deed that led him here. The boy takes a pawful of the dark water, most of it running out between his long claws. He licks the remainder from his dusty skin. He waits for a moment, then steps slowly out of the cold stream. He glances one last time at his solitary reflection, and sees not himself, but the monster he became when he murdered his father. A noise behind him. He turns, a hiss seeping through his lips. A wolf stands behind him, its long tail dripping with blood-like paint. The boy snarls at the stranger, then descends, teeth and claws. Savage with anger, he rips and tears, trying to sate his bloodlust. He feels a sharp pain in his ear as another wolf attacks him from behind. The boy is pulled off the wolf he attacked with such wrath, and he growls at the new stranger stopping him from destroying the other wolf. The boy, Demios, snarls, trying to twist free from the grab. The two wolves hold onto him, and one speaks.
"Child, you are a good fighter. What is your name?" Demios answers by lunging at the speakers throat, yet finds himself restrained so instead speaks.
"Demios," He snarls. "Why do you care?"
"Well, Demios, you are skilled in fighting. We were sent here to kill you, yet I have a better idea."
The boy shrieks and growls, thrashing to get away from the wolf holding him.
"No, I don't plan to hurt you. Simply, recruit you." Demios calms slightly, yet still growls at his attackers. For the first time, the other wolf holding him talks.
"Demios, join our guild, we will train you to become a perfect killer,"
"No," The boy snarls.
"Or we can kill you now."
"I'll join," He hisses, angered at his lack of options.
"Good. I guess I should introduce myself. I go by Ares," The blood tailed wolf spoke. "
" And I am Sasha. We work as assassins." She smiles. " Oh, and sorry about your ear."
It was then Demios noticed the sharp pain in his ear and the wettness running down the left side of his face.

7 years later (present day):

Demios slips through the shadows, a thin dagger clenched in his teeth. He comes to an old oak door, and with a flick of his paw, unlocks it. He creeps through the unlit hall, and comes across his target. The wolf's head is resting on a stack of paper, faint snores escaping his lips. Demios slits the wolf's throat, so quickly they did not have time to register what was happening until it was too late. He grabs the stack of papers in his jaw, slips them into his bag, picks up his knife and climbs back into the night.

Personality: Demios is, introverted and easy to anger. His seven years of training with the assassins guild have led him to be quick on his feet, with his wit, and quick to insult. He is hotheaded and arrogant, and is a "shoot first, ask questions later" sort of person.

Theme-Song:
Ocean of Noise -Arcade Fire.

[dandyLION]

Marksu~

[koi97]

username:
:~Koi~:
name:
Shi
Means 'Death' in Japanese
gender:
A gender
"They/them" pronouns
The truth/who he is:
Shi was once a normal till they noticed thdy didn't belong with others. They were never social, always silent, and slinking in the shadows. As they grew older, something darker grew inside them, and thus causing Shi to begin thinking of ways to finish a person off. Shi was a young adult when an assassin found them. Once Shi saw this assassin, they knew this is what they wanted. They trained for years. The are rather secretive because they have always been. They never opened up to people, finding to hopeless to make friends when nobody wanted to be around him.

[angelshy]

⚓ — ⚓ — ⚓ — ⚓ — ⚓ — ⚓ — ⚓



username: Angelshy

name: Jones

gender: Male ♂

The truth/who he is: Jones was born on a ship. He wore wraps made of a retired sail and as he grew older aboard the ship of his kin, he learned the ways of pirates and plunder. When the wraps would no longer fit him, Jones crafted himself a cloak and always wore it from then on. Even though he stayed beneath the cloak, Jones never paled and something strange happened over a matter of time. Seasalt, water, and chips of paint from the ship had clumped together on his tail paint—thus creating a glossy, edible paint that tastes strongly of salt. He used his paint to create unique maps that he sold at places where the ship stopped by and made a fortune by fooling them into thinking the maps were made by deep sea creatures. But, soon Jones grew restless and decided to leave the ship of his kin and stay on land
perhaps to find love ...

[Dissimulodeerling.]

username:
Hello, my name is Dissimulodeerling. You can call me Dissi, I will tell you a bit about this rpw.
name:
Vibrato, meaning a rapid, slight variation in pitch in singing or playing some musical instruments,
producing a stronger or richer tone. His nickname that he goes by is Vibe.
(I don't know if it's taken, if it is please pm me.)
gender:
Male.
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A man, often referred to as 'The Composer' or "compositor" Is who created all of the melodies we rpws know today.Most everyone has heard of Compositor, all though no one knows what he wanted, where he came from, how he left his life. Today my friends, I will tell you Compositor's story."

"A very long time ago, like any wolf starts, Compositor started his life as a pup. But no one knew of him as Compositor yet, his name was Clarence Vibrato. A Handsome child who had a gift for recognizing music. So much so that many called him by his second name Vibrato. Many believed young Vibrato's music would change the world, not realizing how true their sentiment was until Vibrato decided it was time to compose his first masterpiece. He was ten years old and everyone around him admitted the tune had an oddly eerie vibe to it when they read it, but then they played his song on a panflute. The music was the most incredible piece anyone had heard. But after the song became popular, commonly played. Vibrato's home was filled with bats and dissease. A great deal of the young wolf's family passed away. So Vibrato and his mother moved away to find somewhere better where the two could thrive. Vibrato kept writing songs during their journey, numerous pieces, many of which no one was able to play. Ones about his happiness, ones that reminded him he was sad, he didn't care. He loved music and wrote a song for everything until his mother came to a farmland with a strange old well in the middle of it. It was unusual for a mother and a son to start a pack, but they didn't have any other choice. The young wolf Vibrato sat by the well and started writing an eeri piece about it.. a piece that went something like this." the wolf telling the story plucked four notes on a harp he held before continuing. He didn't dare play more than four notes of that terrible tune."he was not yet ready to play his songs he had written. But had found that his mother had brought the first song he'd composed with them. Softly she played the tune on her piano and a flock of bats came. Vibrato's Mother fell Ill and passed away, much like the rest of his family." the wolf closed his eyes and continued his story. "Vibrato was outraged and depressed by his mother's sudden death, so much so that he sat by the well and continued writing the song for it. He added his anger and fear...his sadness, his loss. Everything he felt right now into his song.But still...he never played it. He locked himself away in his house and continued writing, composing, and grieving. But as he got older he finally stopped writing and sat down at his mother's piano- now dusty and out of tune from lack of care. His mother had taught him when he was still young how to tune it. So now he quietly got down on his knees and opened the base of his mother's piano, tuning it to make it sound right. As soon as Vibrato finished he got up. Sat at the piano and began to play the tune he'd written about the well." the wolf stopped and played 4 notes again before continuing. "As Vibrato played the song on his mother's piano, He saw that the horizon got a strange glow to it and stopped playing. Going outside to see what had happened he saw what appeared to be a dark light shoot up out of the well and then fly off. How could a light be dark at the same time? Vibrato on an instinct tried to run after it. But then, he saw a black light in the form of himself. Mirroring him on the ground. He got up and stared at the marking and gawked as it copied his every move. 'what is this?' Vibratto asked himself before looking around. He wasn't the only one. Everything around him. The opposite of regular light, was a dark light. How did this happen"--
That's just shadows dummy a rude kid interupted his story. The wolf sighed and shook his head. "Yes it is child, but Vibrato lived in a time shadows didn't exist." he tried to explain but the crowd grumbled and left. They'd lost interest in his story. A time when shadows didn't exist? impossible. "Wait wait no, this story has a valuable lesson! Vibe sighed and shook his head then continued to himself after they left. "Little did Vibrato know... he had summoned a great evil from another realm..." he watched the crowd leave then softly moved on in his journey, perhaps someday he could find someone to undo what he had caused. Perhaps the world could have light without shadow again.

Vibrato walked back to a little cottage, he had several hidden over many towns...He took off his cloak and looked in the mirror.
"Shadow is the mirror of light. A copy of an image we already see." He sighed and walked out of the room. "No one will listen to my story all the way through."

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[F0XFANG]

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Just because I did some bad things in my past,
it doesn't make me a bad person.
But, to be honest, I really am a bad person.

username;; rockpelt.
name;; cryant akeldama
name meaning;; cryant - strong ; akeldama - field of blood
gender;; male
age;; 24
orientation;; asexual demiromantic
theme song;; pink - please don't leave me

the truth;; (1075 words)
"Mama, where are we going?" the small wolf murmured. His eyes glanced up at the older wolf, searching for any hints on her straight face. It was dark outside; too dark for the younger wolf to feel any comfort. As their home vanished over the horizon, the child spoke again. "Mama, please tell me."
"I can't. You'll see when we get there." the older wolf said in reply. It was the last words she spoke to the child before they reached the destination. Hours passed in silence, and by the time they stopped, the pup's paws were bleeding. The older wolf noticed this, and swiftly took a few bandages out of her satchel. It didn't contain much, but she knew that something like this would happen. She wrapped the fabric around the child's paws loosely, but tight enough to stop the bleeding. "We only need to walk into that building and you can rest." she said, flicking her ears towards a tall building only a few metres away from where they were standing. The pup didn't respond, but followed hastily behind.

The building was white. The insides were white. The furniture was white. Everything was white. Well, except for the woman at the receptionist's desk. "Hello there madam, sir. What is your business here?" she said, a smile over her face. In the pup's eyes, she was being extremely rude. His mother, however, did not believe this to be the case. She couldn't care less if she didn't want them here. "We have an appointment with Mr. Sudol." The older wolf spoke solemnly. "He is expecting us."
"Right then. Your names, please." She still smiled, but behind that smile was a deep sadness. Partly because she didn't want to be stuck in such a stupid job, but also because she knew deep down that the pup probably wouldn't leave the office.
"Aleci Akeldama. His name isn't important." The older wolf's voice was blunt. She didn't want to stand around gossiping.

After being ushered into the elevator and up to the top floor, it was clear that the young pup was a payment to this 'Mr. Sudol' character. He didn't realise it then, but when his mother left him with that evil wolf on that fateful day, he knew that he would get revenge on her.

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It was 14 years before he could escape without failure. He had tried many, many, many times over his captured and experimented life. They did so many different tests on him, and yet he still never knew why he had been given up. Why was he subjected to this torture? Why him? Of all the people in the world, why /him/? It was a constant thought that he hand, of why he was abandoned with this cruel and terrible wolf. But he pushed through, somehow. When he ran through the front door, dodging the security guards that tried to stop him. His heart was pounding in his chest as he ran. He ran, and ran, and ran. It was good for him. The running represented his new life.

It took the wolf a while to get used to society. He never really spoke to anyone, which proved extremely difficult when he went for a job. Being mainly uneducated, he didn't understand anything about customer service, nor how to speak to others. He was blessed with the occasional schooling lesson whilst he was captive, but they didn't last long and he didn't really know how to remember things. It was months before he could get a job, and that was because they were desperate. Within a few weeks, he had grasped the words he needed to say and had begun to understand what most customers wanted. His name tag said 'Jim', but that wasn't his name. He couldn't remember his name; first name anyway. The name 'Akeldama' was lodged in his brain, and he knew that it was his family name. His mother's last name.

Within a year, he had somehow managed to scrape together enough money to get tutoring. This went well. He learnt how to read and write properly, along with basic mathematical equations. His tutor was a nice enough lady; she was patient with him. she understood what had happened, and told him that her brother went through the same thing. It's why she became a tutor; so she could help him, which in turn lead her to helping others. After her tutoring period was up, she gave him a lot of money and told him to somewhere to learn something. He sort of did as he was told. He first went and got his name changed. It was hard for him to do so; no birth records or anything that could give an indication of who he was. Eventually he got somewhere, and adopted the name Cryant. He did, however, keep his last name the same; a constant reminder of who made him lose everything.

--

"Cry, hurry up and get down here!" someone hissed in the dark night. The rookie jumped off the roof in a clean move. He had been training as an assassin for the past 4 years. He wanted to find his mother. He wanted the worst for his mother. Nobody should abandon a child like she did.
"I'm here now. Where's the target?"
"Dead." Cry grunted. he'd missed his chance to prove his worth. His companion continued, "Her last words were 'I'm sorry, Toivo.' I know that doesn't sound important, but w-" A scream cut off his words. "She's still alive!? This is the third time Eunion hasn't done his job properly." The other wolf ran inside the house, quickly followed by Cry. As he entered, the other wolf had the female held down with his foot, quickly shoving cloth in her mouth to keep her quiet. "Would you like the honours, Cry?"
"Of course." he replied, smirking. He knelt down next to the victim, preparing himself. But when he met her eyes, he stopped.

"M-mother?" He managed to stutter, but his voice was no more than a whisper. She was crying; tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew who he was, and he knew her. The momentary family love that flooded through his veins was quickly replaced with hatred. Cry leaned down to his mother's ear, whispering, "I'm not sorry."

A few moments later, the two male wolves left the building. Cry followed behind his companion, wiping the blood off his paws.

[yttd]

username:
nagito.komaeda

name:
Fallen Angel

gender:
Male

The truth/who he is:
He used to be a hero. He was once a strong, brave wolf by the name of "Gladiator" who did justice around his home town, however one time he couldn't save a wolf since he arrived too late. That wolf was his mate at the time. His arch nemesis "The Emperor" had captured her and killed her before he had arrived. From then on, he viewed himself as a failure, he hid himself and thought that if she didn't get to be seen again, then neither should he. However, after a month of despairing, he became corrupted. He turned to a life of crime, becoming part of a violent wolf gang...as their assassin. He vented his pent-up emotions for his mate's death through his targets, often his crimes were vicious and not for the eyes of young ones. He's lived that way until now, and his corrupt nature makes him willing to keep on with his crime.