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design can be male or female, i will change the picture accordingly.

Back markings, etc: #262529 (dark blue/gray color, almost black)

Base color: #3f494a (dark blue/gray/green color)

Chest Markings: #8ba69f (light blue/green color)

Chin and undereye markings: #ffffff (white)

Eye Color: #b5dffe (light blue color)

Horn Color: #1e1d26 (Dark blue-black color)

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Art should be drawn or ordered for this character. You may have colored ins, but at least 1 drawn/ordered piece!

I forgot to mention, naming... Names from different origins. Like greek, celtic, italian. I dont want names like Timmy, Frank, Dave. I really dont want names like 'Air Walker', because its a 'two-name', and its not exactly a name. It can be a nickname. Like for example. Like, the natives call her the 'Air Walker', but she actually has to have a name.
"People called her the 'Air Walker'. She could bend the air to her will with a flick of her head."
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Socket
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male
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Five Species Facts
.they can't use thier powers to interfer with hunting
.their gazelle horns show their element
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[Shiko Hayashi]

Name
Tobias
Nickname
Toby, Ais
Reason for Name
I thought about it, and despite all the cool names that meant storm, or lightning, it just seemed to... I don't know. Suit him.
Usage of Name
Biblical, German, Scandinavian, English, Biblical Latin, Biblical Greek
Pronounced
to-BEE-ahs (German), tə-BIE-əs (English)
Meaning & History
Greek form of TOBIAH. This is the name of the hero of the apocryphal Book of Tobit in many English versions of the Old Testament. It relates how Tobias, with the help of the archangel Raphael, is able to drive away a demon who has been plaguing Sarah, who subsequently becomes his wife. This story was popular in the Middle Ages, and the name came into occasional use in parts of Europe at that time. In England it became common after the Protestant Reformation.
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Straight
Friends/Family
Aeva (friend)
Personality
Perceptive
Keener than a hawk's eye and swifter to react than a cheetah, Toby has proven himself to be not only perceptive, but extraordinarily so. He rarely misses anything, and he tends to notice the smaller details that most don't.
Intellectual
Along with his keen eye and listening ears, He also has a mind to boot. Quick thinking and amazingly brilliant, Tobias has proven himself to be quite the genius. Able to solve what most cannot solve, and to worm his way around people and into there hearts, gaining there trust. In a sense, he would make a great assassin.
Quiet
Despite his sharp qualities, Toby rarely speaks and most consider him to be mute. But it's no that. It's just that, when he speaks, he dominates all those who listen. His voice holds power and strength, with a deadly grace that promises a swift demise should you go up against him. Killing physically might be a better choice than to be killed verbally by him.
Harsh
He's blunt and too the point, never withholding what he considers of a person. Occasionally sarcasm plays a role in his words and the effect is even more derogatory. At these times, he seems to be completely rude, someone you don't want to be around.
Anti-Social
Similar to his harsh words, he also has a habit of wandering away from society, preferring the loud silence of the world rather than the loud voices of the people he lives with. Most misunderstand him and see him as a threatening figure, one told in fairy tales to scare kids to sleep. Little do most know, that that scary fairy tale would rather save your life than end it.
Burdened
Burdened with a deep pain, if you can manage to dig deep into his heart, earn his trust, you'll find a large wound there. A wound that can never be healed, only covered and ignored. It's through this wound that Toby survives. Through pain, guilt, hatred, and sorrow does he survive. He has never known what it feels like to be free of such a burden, and if someone should show him, then surely he would change.
Motto
Never fix what isn't broken.
Story
( just a random story of him. No history thing)
Tobias sniffed the air, grimacing against the acrid stench of smoke and burning flesh. Around him, broken bodies of various animals lay, a charred mess left for the earth. Or what was left of it. He sighed and lifted a paw, watching as the blood dripped from his talons. He looked around, the battlefield coming into view as the smog lifted and the sun shone down on the plains.

It was hell.

The dead lay scattered and there, Lykozela lying side by side with friends and foes. In life, they fought vigorously against one another. In death, they laid side by side, all differences put aside as death embraced them. Blood soaked the earth, turning it a ruddy brown, the green of the grass shattered and blackened. He searched for a survivor, anyone, and his breath caught in his throat as he spotted a movement, not too far off.

He took off at a lope, his hind leg dragging slightly. He grimaced, the dulled pain warning him that his leg would hurt later. He had broken it at some point. He pushed the thoughts aside though, racing towards the movement. When he came to a stop, his breathing was labored and rasped in his throat. Before him lay a female Lykozela, bloodied and torn apart so badly, he could barely see her at all. But she gave a bloody gasp, swinging her head over to look up at him with her one good eye.

"Water..."

She rasped. He frowned, knowing that he would be unable to give her any. Just hang on... He thought. Lifting her up by the mangled scruff, he shouldered her onto his back, grunting from the difficulty of it. Then, turning away from the scene behind him, he raced towards the edge of the large clearing, bounding into the rain forest. He listened around, half his hearing blocked by the sound of the female's bloody breaths.

Finally, he heard it. A faint bubbling that signaled a creek nearby. He raced towards it's, blood bubbling at his own mouth now as his body screamed at him to stop. At last, he came to a stop, slumping beside a large creek that snaked through the forest. Crawling towards the water, he submerged his body and the female's, letting the smooth flowing water wash away the blood on their bodies. The female slumped off of his back into the water, dipping her face under and drinking.

He lay still in the water, unable to move, the coolness of it's touch racing through him and healing him in a way no healer could. The lightening that flared around his horns dimmed somewhat, affected by the water. He watched the female, watching as bloody strips of fur and skin floated away to reveal her beneath. She had a light, silver fur with a startling shock of black on her forehead and chest, popping out her amber eyes. Her horns were a pale gray, shimmering with liquid. A water type... He thought drowsily. So she was a healer.

To him, water had always been a healing element. It was dangerous, yes, but also precious in so many ways. She glanced at him, and he smiled slightly, eyes trying to stay open. One of her eyes was missing and her face had been torn away, leaving a mess of scratches behind. Her right shoulder had fared no better either. Despite this though, she was a beautiful sight. "What's your name..?" She whispered, her voice hoarse and straining.

"Tobias..." He bubbled. A trail of blood flowed from him, and for a strange moment, he wondered where it had come from. The female stared at him for a moment, before smiling a half smile, her ruined face unable to complete it. "Tobias... My name's Iel." She whispered. Then his vision faded and he blacked out.
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Five Species Facts
They cannot use their abilities when hunting
They live in a small cluster of caves underground the rain forest
There are five ranks, or roles
A healer is rare
And the longest age ever recorded for a Lýkozéla was 305
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[starry--knight]

Name:
Adira
~Strong, noble, powerful ~

Gender:
Female

Personality:
The name Adira seems to be a perfect fit for her personality. She is strong, noble and powerful. But in what ways?

-Definition of Strong-
1. Having force of character, will, morality, or intelligence: a strong personality.
2. Physically powerful; capable of exerting great physical force.
3. In good or sound health; robust: a strong constitution; a strong heart.
4. Capable of the effective exercise of authority: a strong leader.

Adira is an intelligent female, making her resourceful and extremely wise for one so young. She stands tall, her form letting off just waves of strength and power. In simple movements, her muscles ripple, and behind her rough exterior hides her caring heart. Adira does not melt under pressure or strife, she does not give in when the going gets tuff, nor does she shy away from battle whether it rage inside of her or beyond. She holds her head high, letting herself feel convictions and sorrow, but also refraining from exhibiting weaknesses. Adira has been called 'the one with the golden heart' because she unlike many others Is kind, open, and ready to help all if it is within her capabilities.

-Definition of Noble-
1. Having or showing qualities of high moral character, such as courage, generosity, or honor: a noble spirit.
2. Grand and stately in appearance; majestic.
3. of or characterized by high moral qualities

Adira is also characterized by her nobility and by her majestic beauty. She is courageous and isn't afraid to leap into battle or speak her mind when something pressing weighs on it. Adira's generosity far proceeds her, caught constantly giving whether it be her time, or sparing a meal to another in need. She also has an honnor and integrity which keeps her honest, loyal, and by any means a good and noble creature.
Adira is beautiful, none could deny such a statement. But her beauty is not just superficial. Her stunning good looks could be no match for her beautiful personality. Adira could care less if she was beautiful, all she focuses on is what's most important, the character.

-Definition of Power-
1. Having great influence
2. Having or capable of exerting power.
3. displaying superhuman strength or power; "herculean exertions"

Adira's power is found on the inside. The power of electricity flowing through her veins and swirling around her horns that protrude from her head. She would never use this advantage against another, or her power without a reason, but she will use it if necessary. The electricity has been found to be her comfort, the flow just seems to sooth her, yet at the same time jolt her...making her feel alive and energetic.

Motto:
"What doesn't kill you can only make you stronger"

Story:

Hope in Death

Adira sat alone, under a tall fruitful tree whose branches seemed to touch the heavens above. The sun shone brightly and casted it's radiant glow upon the land. A light and gentle breeze washed through every crevice and took the leaves up into a dance. Pups were playing about, laughing and utterly oblivious to any impending danger. The adults stood nearby keeping a watchful eye upon the young and conversed with one another without a care in the world.
And there she sat, shaking like a leaf, Tears falling down her cheeks like rushing rivers. Alone, painfully alone. Naught an hour ago she had heard the news, that the last remaining soul that she cared about had been whisked away. It seemed her heart no longer existed, as if it had shattered and the pieces had just turned to dust. There was nothing left to live for. There was nothing she had to live for. 
Her head was directed toward the cold icy ground, those beautiful blue eyes looked soulless and was missing the life that was once captured behind those glassy spheres.
 How could such a perfect day....be so. imperfect? 

"Why must they all be gone? Is it because they didn't love me? Was it because they'd rather be dead then be here in my presence?" she asked herself, choking on the last sentence. That part hurt the most. Every terrible thought she could think of went rushing through her head, death was getting the better of her. And yet even though she knew it, she continued to let herself spiral down the black hole whose power continued to grow as she fed her emotions. 

"What more could be done now? I have lost everything of value...everything I loved. What do I live for?" Adira said but stopped as she heard someone approach. It was an older male whose coat was as grey as stone and just as smooth. His pelt was decorated with black markings that traveled all the way to the tip of his curled tail. His horns were bubbling with water. 
"I couldn't help but overhear." He said, his voice silky and sweet almost like honey. 
"oh. You..ah heard me." she said with a sigh looking away in embarrassment. 
He nodded simply before sitting beside her, sighing with her in an attempt to show he felt for her. "I'm sorry about you loss, a lot of us have been loosing family." he said glancing over at her with those crystal eyes. Adira didn't reply, merely nodded in acknowledgement that he had spoken. "You know, I lost my wife a few years ago, I know things will never be the same. Family. People as close as that can never be replaced, but that doesn't mean you give up living." he said nudging her with a paw. Adira glanced up at him now, but her eyes remained soulless and deep. 
She didn't want to be comforted, she wanted to sulk in her tears and wallow in her sorrows. But somehow just the kindness of a stranger was beginning to change her mind. "but what is there to live for? I have no one." Adira said softly. The male shook his head," you have me, as well as the others here. We may not be your immediate family, but we are a family none the less." he said, his eyes now wandering over the lands, a smile curling his lips as he watched the pups play. "You are young Adira, too young to have lost so much. But you have so much to live for. Live for yourself. Chase your dreams. The possibilities are endless....don't let the sadness take you, that's no way to live. Your family wouldn't want to see you this way." he said now looking at her once more. 
Adira felt a fresh batch of tears come falling down. "but I'm not strong enough....I wasn't strong enough to save them." she looked away again. He stood up and sat in front of her, using his nose to raise her face so their eyes met. "you are stronger then you think Adira. Believe in yourself, and you will find the things you are searching for. I hope you find happiness in loss, just as I have done." he said before making his way back to where he had come. 

Adira was again alone beneath the large tree, leaves falling around her still form. The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon line, and the colors of pink and and yellow washed over the rich blue. It was time to make a decision, everything the male had said only made her wonder what possibly was out there that could bring her the joy that she was missing. It was true, wallowing in sorrow was no way to live. She looked up and watched the pups who were tackling each other and hitting their horns together. Adira slowly rose to her feet, her nose wandering up into the swirling breeze, her eyes began to return the color it had once held. 

"Death shall not take me
No longer shall I fall
No matter what tries to break me
I'll fight and conquer all"

And with the Fading lights of day Adira watched the night sky blossom and reveal it's glimmering stars. 
"I have not forgotten about you father, mother, sister. But it is my time to live, and when the time comes my time to die. I await the day when we are reunited, but until then, I will be here, searching for my purpose, searching for my strength. searching for joy."

Interaction with the Dark

"would you at least try to keep up Adira." Titus called over his shoulder as he continued at his brisk pace. Titus, the young male Adira had come to befriend as a child continued on, forcing Adira to race forwards to keep up. "Why are you in such a rush? Where are we going anyways?" she questioned, her eyes studying Titus's face in an attempt to discover the answer. Titus gave her an irritated glance before continuing onward. 

The sky was darkening now, the sun setting behind the looming trees and all was quieting down for the night. The pair of young Lyko's continued their journey ever further into the forests depths. 

"Titus!" Adira called, she now stopping in her tracks hastily. "WHAT ADIRA!?!" He fumed spinning around angrily and giving her a twisted look. "We should turn back.....it's getting late....and you know the stories......"Titus scoffed, rolling his eyes in amusement. "What? Your afraid of legendary demons. You do realize those are just old wise tales to scare the pups into not wandering off." "They arnt just some wise tales Titus! Come on let's get back to the others..." Adira said, an urgent tone to her voice. "Ah I see what's going on, your just afraid of the dark!" 
"Am not!" Adira interjected forcefully. "Then your afraid to get in trouble. When are you ever going to live on the edge? Experience a little danger?" Titus said, now standing right in front of her, inches from her face. "I-I ...well." "Come on Adira." Titus cooed, nudging her reassuringly before trotting ahead. Adira glanced up into the branches, the final flecks of gold were fading to black, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy. She ruffled her fur, narrowed her eyes, and shook off the feeling of doubt as she bounded after her companion. 

It seemed they had been walking for ages, the forest seemed even more unwelcoming as the night drew on, and the silence enveloped the air around them. The only light source around was coming from Adira's horns, but they didn't comfort her, for the shadows castes put her even more on edge. 
The pair were now walking side by side, Titus still appeared to be unshaken and Adira seemed even more petrified then before. "Titus, please tell me why we are out here." Adira pleaded, moving closer to him as she heard a noise. Titus sighed, giving her a glance from the corner of his eye before looking forwards. "I'm going to find Farthau. Bring my parents back." Titus answered. 

Adira skidded to a halt, her paws digging into the dirt, rage filling her like a fire. "YOUR WHAT!!!" her voice echoed through the tree's and faded into the distance. "I thought you said that was just a bunch of Tom-foolery! A lie! ARE YOU INSANE! He betrayed all of us, have you learned nothing!" Her voice was sharp and her gaze was hardened. Titus was upon her, his teeth bared in defense. "Don't you dare patronize me! You would do the same to get your family back! This is our chance!" Titus argued. 
"You've gone mad!" she said, back -peddling in fear, he following after her. "Adira....come on....you can get your parents back......isn't that what you want?" Titus asked, his eyes softening and looking at her with an unspoken passion.
"Not like this Titus." Adira said raising her head, her eyes strong and unfaultering. "I won't bring them back like this. I will not betray the others for some selfish need! They are all dead Titus! Why can't you accept that!" She snapped. She lowered her eyes and flattened her ears against her skull. "Your not the same Lyko I met ten years ago. You are not my friend." She said softly turning on her heel and began walking away.
"Fine! Go then Adira! I'll bring them back myself! You'll see! You'll be sorry...." Titus said, turning away from her and heading off towards the deeper part of the woods.

Adira kept her eyes on the dark earth beneath her, not wanting to look over her shoulder to see if Titus was still standing there or if he had left. What had posessed him to go to such extremes?

Just then a sharp cry broke into the silence and then disappeared as quickly as it had come. "Titus? TITUS!" Adira screamed, racing in the direction where she thought it had come. "Titus! Ti-"
There he lay in the darkness, a shrowd of death enveloped him. Adira took cautious steps forwards, "Titus?" she whispered, inching forward while shivers ran up and down her spine.
In a moment she was face to face with a dark figure, but her eyes didn't dare wander up, for she knew what it was. A demon. She remained there, her eyes locked on the ground, but her teeth were bared, and the lightning within her began to crackle and brake the surface.
"what are you doing out here so late at night? A young female like yourself?" It asked her, it's voice shaking every ounce of her being. "Dont you listen to the stories? Lyko's go missing in these woods at night." he snapped, it's large jaws only centimeters from her ear.
"Stay back Demon." She growled, a crackle of lightning illuminating the air around them. It chuckled, it's black eyes looking at her with a demented glance. "I wouldn't do that If I were you." it warned, "you might attract some more company...." It said, now circling her. "Stay back." she warned again, her eyes watching its legs for she didn't dare move up furthur.
W.I.P.


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[ordered piece made by Sorbet]

[ordered piece made by KiowaHuntress]

[ordered piece made by Teromisaki]

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Five Species Facts:

They live in a small cluster of underground caved in the rainforest.

~ Wolf body. ~
~ Semi-long snout. ~
~ Curled tail. ~
~ Gazelle Horns. ~
~Powers, showing through their horns~

The average age a Lýkozéla lives up to, is about 250.

Snakes are the cause of most deaths in the tribe, only healers are able to cure the poison

The Lýkozéla cannot use their power to interfere with hunting.

WIP- Almost finished, continually adding art, adult story to be added, a few changes here and there...

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::Basic::
Name:
Alaska
Nickname:
Kisa
Gender:
Female

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Personality:
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Story:
~You may think that I don't matter but I do~
Alaska's mother, song of the wind, she smiled at her newborn Lýkozéla, " It is almost time for me to go. " She thought looking at the moon~
Alaska ignored her mother when she was talking to her. Alaska barked " Mom! I want to get some sleep. It is impossible to get some if you keep talking! " She flattened her ears down and curled up in the corner. She closed her eyes but she kept feeling it was going to rain. She kept on twitching her ears, feeling something was wrong. She heard her mum mumbled something, but Alaska couldn't hear. She sigh going back to sleep, dreaming of someone who she had saw in her dreams but she didn't know who.
~Dreams~
Alaska ran after the white glowing wolf, it whispered, " You hold your dearly in your paws young one, rememeber revenge isn't... " Alaska saw wolves dragging the ghostly wolf, " Important, " It said weakly. But Alaska was gone, she had woke up.
~life~
Alaska opened her eyes gasping with shock, she saw that her mother nest was empty. It only meant something, she was gone. " Was the white wolf telling me what to do? " Alaska thought, she sniffed for her mother trail but since it had rained, the scent was washed away. Alaska growled angrily, " How dare you?! How dare you?! " She stomped into the forest, she growled angrily to herself.
~Is love reality?~
Alaska blinked her eyes, rain pouring on her heavily. Her mother had gone, but she didn't believe, she was abandoned somewhere none of her kind live. She closed her eyes tears streaming down her face, she ran towards a tree that had a hole at the bottom. She called it the life tree, it was pretty strange for a tree but creatures live in there without getting harm. It was said that if someone tried to cut it down, they turn to stone and was washed away. Alaska crept into the hole and surprisingly it was huge. She curled up closing her eyes taking a nap. As the thunder rumbled loudly, she bend her ears and cried, tears streamed down her face, tail curled up against herself.

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Five Species Facts:
The choosen healers are rare
Their horn show their powers
They can sense sprits if they are near
The average age a Lýkozéla lives up to, is about 250.
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