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[center][font=Times New Roman][size=4]It was as the sun broke upon the rocky coast, the salty breeze passing through the fur of the inhabitants of the land, a sense of unease began to fill the air. Far off in the distance glowing eyes could see large, strange looking clouds, like nothing they had ever seen before. The sense of unease that came with the new sight was not one new to the inhabitants of this harsh land. Though the whispers of something new excited some, irritated others. They had no solid knowledge of what was to come and while that bred the dangerous curiosity amongst the younger residents, they would have to wait to see what these strange clouds carried upon them.
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It had been months of nothing but the salty sea breeze that stung the noses and eyes of the residents of the large ship. The choppy and rough waters of the Atlantic had done plenty of damage to the stomaches of those new to the waters. It was only afters months upon months that hope filled those land lovers, the far off scent of oak and birch wafting towards those of the ship. Heads perking up before the first yell of "Land ho!" Caused most of the rest of the ship to yell in excitement for the sight of their new home. Unaware that though this was their new home, it wasnt just theirs.
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[size=4]A werewolf RP co-hosted by myself and @/TheEpicRedGal! Taking place in the Novus Mundus, or New World, the RP will be focusing on the two packs: the Gesetnes of Europe, and the Wayakoh, the inhabitants. We will explore the challenges each must face, on their own or together, and embrace the true concept of werewolves.
By that, as a little reminder, we are playing actual WEREwolves, not just giant wolves.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2615785]Wayakoh IC Thread[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2615867]Gesentes IC Thread[/url]
It was as the sun broke upon the rocky coast, the salty breeze passing through the fur of the inhabitants of the land, a sense of unease began to fill the air. Far off in the distance glowing eyes could see large, strange looking clouds, like nothing they had ever seen before. The sense of unease that came with the new sight was not one new to the inhabitants of this harsh land. Though the whispers of something new excited some, irritated others. They had no solid knowledge of what was to come and while that bred the dangerous curiosity amongst the younger residents, they would have to wait to see what these strange clouds carried upon them.
It had been months of nothing but the salty sea breeze that stung the noses and eyes of the residents of the large ship. The choppy and rough waters of the Atlantic had done plenty of damage to the stomaches of those new to the waters. It was only afters months upon months that hope filled those land lovers, the far off scent of oak and birch wafting towards those of the ship. Heads perking up before the first yell of "Land ho!" Caused most of the rest of the ship to yell in excitement for the sight of their new home. Unaware that though this was their new home, it wasnt just theirs.
Welcome to The Unseen Battles.
A werewolf RP co-hosted by myself and @/TheEpicRedGal! Taking place in the Novus Mundus, or New World, the RP will be focusing on the two packs: the Gesetnes of Europe, and the Wayakoh, the inhabitants. We will explore the challenges each must face, on their own or together, and embrace the true concept of werewolves.
By that, as a little reminder, we are playing actual WEREwolves, not just giant wolves.
Wayakoh IC Thread
Gesentes IC Thread
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[font=Times New Roman][size=5][b]Rules[/b][/size][/center]
[font=Times New Roman][size=4][b]1.[/b] All FR rules apply.
[b]2.[/b] IC =/= OOC. Hate the character, not the player. Please refrain from too much drama OOC, and do not discriminate! We're LGBT+ friendly.
[b]3.[/b] No god-moding, metagaming, and no Mary Sues/Gary Stus/etc.
[b]4.[/b] Please put a warning on your post if it contains excessive violence or other themes, just in case someone is uncomfortable with it.
[b]5.[/b] Keep religion, politics, and similar chatter private.
[b]6.[/b] This RP is semi-realistic, please keep it that way.
[b]7.[/b] Please ask for permission, etc if interested in being mates or part of a mated pair (such as alpha pair & beta pair)!
[b]8.[/b] Any problems and you can take them up with me.
[b]9.[/b] When posting, please give at least a paragraph or more. This RP will be semi-lit, after all!
[b]10.[/b] I would like everyone to at least post 2-4 times a week depending on interactions and necessity of the character. Let's keep this RP rolling and active!
[b]11.[/b] Have fun. :)
We will close the RP at around 10+, as long as packs are relatively equal in numbers.
Additionally, for character names, you can find nifty fonts here: [url=https://fontmeme.com/text-generator/]FontMeme[/url]
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[color=][b]Mate:[/b][/color]
[color=][b]Offspring:[/b][/color]
[color=][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Here; encouraging a good two paragraphs at the minimum!
[color=][b]History:[/b][/color]
Here; Doesn't have to be all inclusive, only necessary details are how they joined their pack, etc etc!
[color=][b]Trivia:[/b][/color]
Here; fun facts & extras!
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Rules
1. All FR rules apply.
2. IC =/= OOC. Hate the character, not the player. Please refrain from too much drama OOC, and do not discriminate! We're LGBT+ friendly.
3. No god-moding, metagaming, and no Mary Sues/Gary Stus/etc.
4. Please put a warning on your post if it contains excessive violence or other themes, just in case someone is uncomfortable with it.
5. Keep religion, politics, and similar chatter private.
6. This RP is semi-realistic, please keep it that way.
7. Please ask for permission, etc if interested in being mates or part of a mated pair (such as alpha pair & beta pair)!
8. Any problems and you can take them up with me.
9. When posting, please give at least a paragraph or more. This RP will be semi-lit, after all!
10. I would like everyone to at least post 2-4 times a week depending on interactions and necessity of the character. Let's keep this RP rolling and active!
11. Have fun. :)
We will close the RP at around 10+, as long as packs are relatively equal in numbers.
Additionally, for character names, you can find nifty fonts here: FontMeme
Character Forms
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[color=][b]Siblings:[/b][/color]
[color=][b]Crush:[/b][/color] include if open or closed!
[color=][b]Mate:[/b][/color]
[color=][b]Offspring:[/b][/color]
[color=][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Here; encouraging a good two paragraphs at the minimum!
[color=][b]History:[/b][/color]
Here; Doesn't have to be all inclusive, only necessary details are how they joined their pack, etc etc!
[color=][b]Trivia:[/b][/color]
Here; fun facts & extras!
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[font=Times New Roman][size=4]After years of being hunted for their very existance many of their bretheren had been found and cut down amongst their homelands. The werewolves of the eastern kingdoms had become scarce among the lands, much to the pleasure of the majority. Their existance had always been held as a threat in the highest reguard to the small villages and even bustling towns. As their numbers decrease, the werewolves of the east met in the darkened corners of the bars, the alley ways as news of a 'new world' began to rumor its way around the countries. They had heard many puritians and quakers were selling their possession for their ticket to the new world for a new life. They could easily slip among the crowds to the new world and create new life for them and what was left of their packs. This new land held many positives, and land for their packs, though they never would have thought they would have to compete for territory, or that they would be hunted over the wide Atlantic.
These werewolves were given the curse via witchcraft, either by choice or by someone else’s doing. A lot of them stick to different beliefs, searching for the freedom of religion as well as peace together. This new pack is more of a rag-tag team of those with the same aspirations and hopes, a mere get-together of fellow wolves faithful in finding sanctuary - and such faith brings them together more than they'd think.
[b]Alpha - 1/2[/b]
The founder and overseer of the pack. With the help of the beta(s), they ensure that each member is pulling their weight and no one compromises the pack. Can be a pair if the alpha takes up a mate.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675#post_37185025]Rowena Ashenbrooke - Female - @/LunarParadox[/url]
[b]Beta - 1/2[/b]
The second in command and will take up the mantle of leadership when the alpha(s) pass until any other heirs are ready. If there are heirs, the beta will be the secondary mentor. The betas duty is to council the alpha(s) and protect the pack. Pairs will be formed if the beta has a mate too.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/1#post_37178667]Edward Rollo - Male - @/TheEpicRedGal[/url]
[b]Harvest Witches/Wizards - 4/?[/b]
The rest of the able members of the pack. They're primarily healers, gatherers, and hunters.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/1#post_37178667]Sorcha Barr - Female - @/TheEpicRedGal[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/2#post_37231885]Isobel Cai - Female - @/Cromirn[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/3#post_37237580]Rylie Faoladh - Female - @/Rampamred[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/6#post_37310409]Cain Astaril - Male - @/Solztize[/url]
[b]Aspirants - 1/?[/b]
From days old to fifteen years of age, these are the younger members and/or the newest of the pack and disciples of harvest witches unless heirs of the alpha or beta. They are often given a single mentor at ages eight and up, sometimes only a couple years younger.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675#post_37185104]Elkin Bearington - Male - @/DeathDino[/url]
Julian, Hickery, and Kirkery Barr - Male - Sorcha's Brothers - Side Characters - @/TheEpicRedGal[/size][/font]
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[font=Corbel][size=4][color=black]Within the northern territories of Turtle Island lies the silent preditors that rest upon the top of the food chain. A land avoided by many tribes except for the few brave or brash that dare slip into the territory of the wolf. Many tribes only venture towards the mysterious tribes of wolves in desperation, missing loved ones and tribe members scar the memories and stories upon the tribes. For years this tribe retained their peace gaining a few tribe members through the years of full moons. As their pack began to grow, so did their need for land, many venturing out upon their own, even creating other packs as they traveled. But nothing beats the homeland. The growing numbers, even as they move away left an impression upon the food chain, the pack anxiously waiting for the coming spring, unexpecting the new threats coming upon the winter wind.
The moon as well as more traditional means of turning (biting) granted these werewolves the curse. They are a pack of many years old, through numerous changes and events, and though ultimately led by an alpha and mother nature, adhering to the necessities of survival, they're like a family. They cherish the moon and the sun, and hold minor celebrations on full moon nights and solar eclipses, large hunts taking place on these days.
[b]Alpha - 0/2[/b]
From a semi-long lineage descending from the founder. The alpha takes the traditional roles that the rank comes with, and alike to Gesentes, makes decisions for the whole of the pack with help from the beta(s). Can also be a pair if the alpha has a mate.
[s]Tairyei - Male - @/Boborc[/s]
DECEASED
[b]Beta - 1/2[/b]
The council to the alpha(s) and the second in command, taking charge if the alpha cannot. They are the prime overseer of the pack, and can challenge the alpha for their position or take it with the alpha's death. Can be a pair if the beta has a mate as well.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675#post_37186630]Sarnor - Non-binary - @/DeathDino[/url]
[b]Rites Master - 1/2[/b]
The healer, shaman, ritual leader, historian and storyteller of the pack.
The rite master oversees the lunar and solar ceremonies as well as performing the rites & rituals upon the people and the land when certain milestones are met.
They are keepers of the oral traditions and legacies of their pack mates, and, finally, repair those that need it. May be two if the current Master takes an apprentice.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/5#post_37304764]Whaiko - Fluid / Male - @/Ragnaroc[/url]
[b]Hunters - 2/?[/b]
The body of the pack and the main protectors, gatherers, and of course hunting force. They are well-trained for their primary focus of supplying and serving the pack.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/1#post_37178667]Ayita - Female - @/TheEpicRedGal[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/6#post_37307155]Apollyon - Male - @/WolvesFyre[/url]
[b]Omegas - 1/?[/b]
The youngest, the weakest, and the newest. The youngest and newest may be taken up by a hunter to be their apprentice, unless an heir, and from the age of six years plus. The weakest often serve as back up parents for pups without any, and if they cannot serve the pack a purpose, they're most likely to be killed. Additionally, runts and very weak litters will be slain as well.
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2608675/7#post_37313708]Acantha - Female - @/LunarParadox[/url] - Potential Rite Master Apprentice
The Gesentes
After years of being hunted for their very existance many of their bretheren had been found and cut down amongst their homelands. The werewolves of the eastern kingdoms had become scarce among the lands, much to the pleasure of the majority. Their existance had always been held as a threat in the highest reguard to the small villages and even bustling towns. As their numbers decrease, the werewolves of the east met in the darkened corners of the bars, the alley ways as news of a 'new world' began to rumor its way around the countries. They had heard many puritians and quakers were selling their possession for their ticket to the new world for a new life. They could easily slip among the crowds to the new world and create new life for them and what was left of their packs. This new land held many positives, and land for their packs, though they never would have thought they would have to compete for territory, or that they would be hunted over the wide Atlantic.
These werewolves were given the curse via witchcraft, either by choice or by someone else’s doing. A lot of them stick to different beliefs, searching for the freedom of religion as well as peace together. This new pack is more of a rag-tag team of those with the same aspirations and hopes, a mere get-together of fellow wolves faithful in finding sanctuary - and such faith brings them together more than they'd think.
Alpha - 1/2
The founder and overseer of the pack. With the help of the beta(s), they ensure that each member is pulling their weight and no one compromises the pack. Can be a pair if the alpha takes up a mate.
Rowena Ashenbrooke - Female - @/LunarParadox
Beta - 1/2
The second in command and will take up the mantle of leadership when the alpha(s) pass until any other heirs are ready. If there are heirs, the beta will be the secondary mentor. The betas duty is to council the alpha(s) and protect the pack. Pairs will be formed if the beta has a mate too.
Edward Rollo - Male - @/TheEpicRedGal
Harvest Witches/Wizards - 4/?
The rest of the able members of the pack. They're primarily healers, gatherers, and hunters.
Sorcha Barr - Female - @/TheEpicRedGal
Isobel Cai - Female - @/Cromirn
Rylie Faoladh - Female - @/Rampamred
Cain Astaril - Male - @/Solztize
Aspirants - 1/?
From days old to fifteen years of age, these are the younger members and/or the newest of the pack and disciples of harvest witches unless heirs of the alpha or beta. They are often given a single mentor at ages eight and up, sometimes only a couple years younger.
Elkin Bearington - Male - @/DeathDino
Julian, Hickery, and Kirkery Barr - Male - Sorcha's Brothers - Side Characters - @/TheEpicRedGal
The Wayakoh
Within the northern territories of Turtle Island lies the silent preditors that rest upon the top of the food chain. A land avoided by many tribes except for the few brave or brash that dare slip into the territory of the wolf. Many tribes only venture towards the mysterious tribes of wolves in desperation, missing loved ones and tribe members scar the memories and stories upon the tribes. For years this tribe retained their peace gaining a few tribe members through the years of full moons. As their pack began to grow, so did their need for land, many venturing out upon their own, even creating other packs as they traveled. But nothing beats the homeland. The growing numbers, even as they move away left an impression upon the food chain, the pack anxiously waiting for the coming spring, unexpecting the new threats coming upon the winter wind.
The moon as well as more traditional means of turning (biting) granted these werewolves the curse. They are a pack of many years old, through numerous changes and events, and though ultimately led by an alpha and mother nature, adhering to the necessities of survival, they're like a family. They cherish the moon and the sun, and hold minor celebrations on full moon nights and solar eclipses, large hunts taking place on these days.
Alpha - 0/2
From a semi-long lineage descending from the founder. The alpha takes the traditional roles that the rank comes with, and alike to Gesentes, makes decisions for the whole of the pack with help from the beta(s). Can also be a pair if the alpha has a mate.
Tairyei - Male - @/Boborc
DECEASED
Beta - 1/2
The council to the alpha(s) and the second in command, taking charge if the alpha cannot. They are the prime overseer of the pack, and can challenge the alpha for their position or take it with the alpha's death. Can be a pair if the beta has a mate as well.
Sarnor - Non-binary - @/DeathDino
Rites Master - 1/2
The healer, shaman, ritual leader, historian and storyteller of the pack.
The rite master oversees the lunar and solar ceremonies as well as performing the rites & rituals upon the people and the land when certain milestones are met.
They are keepers of the oral traditions and legacies of their pack mates, and, finally, repair those that need it. May be two if the current Master takes an apprentice.
Whaiko - Fluid / Male - @/Ragnaroc
Hunters - 2/?
The body of the pack and the main protectors, gatherers, and of course hunting force. They are well-trained for their primary focus of supplying and serving the pack.
Ayita - Female - @/TheEpicRedGal
Apollyon - Male - @/WolvesFyre
Omegas - 1/?
The youngest, the weakest, and the newest. The youngest and newest may be taken up by a hunter to be their apprentice, unless an heir, and from the age of six years plus. The weakest often serve as back up parents for pups without any, and if they cannot serve the pack a purpose, they're most likely to be killed. Additionally, runts and very weak litters will be slain as well.
Acantha - Female - @/LunarParadox - Potential Rite Master Apprentice
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Hm. Just four quick questions:
Do werewolves turn into complete wolves?
Are there other wereanimals?
Can a werewolf be a loner (like, without a clan)?
Does the full moon has any effects on the werewolves from this world?
Hm. Just four quick questions:
Do werewolves turn into complete wolves?
Are there other wereanimals?
Can a werewolf be a loner (like, without a clan)?
Does the full moon has any effects on the werewolves from this world?
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[font=chosen font][b]Name:[/b] Edward Rollo
[b]Age:[/b] 28
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b]Straight
[b]Height:[/b] Six feet two inches
[b]Physical Description:[/b]
Edward stands tall amongst many, his broad shoulders making him appear even larger amongst the men around him. His dirty blonde hair coming to rest messily around his broad shoulders, though he usually pulls it back in a messy pony tail. His dark gaze rests upon his dark brown eyes that seem to fade into his iris. Three claw mark scars rest upon his left eye. Scars litter his body, though are hidden under his pelts of game that he wears upon his body upon the cotton shirts. A simple gold tree necklace lay upon his chest.
The dirty blonde male shifted into a peppered brown coat, standing large among the packs, his dark eyes silently over watching his pack. His coat short and shaggy, the only strange abnormality was his golden necklace flash from the fur.
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[b]Scent:[/b] The fall wind upon wheat and barley fields
[b]Voice:[/b] A raspy deep voice accented with the working man accent of England(cockney accent)
[b]Pack:[/b]Gesentes
[b]Rank:[/b] Beta
[b]Previous Ranks:[/b] Alpha of his previous small pack
[b]Mother:[/b] He says it is from another life
[b]Father:[/b] He says it is from another life
[b]Siblings:[/b] Was an only child
[b]Crush:[/b] Open
[b]Mate:[/b] N/A
[b]Offspring:[/b] Might have one across the English isles
[b]Personality:[/b]
Edward is a very intimidating man, in both his human form and his wolf form. Which is only intensified by the fact that he does not speak to many. Being able to communicate almost everything through a look is a skill he aquired by being a hunter, having trained a many young aspirants in his prior pack. Despite his prior pack status, he opted out of the top position due to many reason relating to his prior pack.
Hidden behind his cold exterior is a very loyal wolf. He knows that this pack was practically forced together under circumstances, but that is even more of a reason for them to stick together in his eyes. It is his off putting persona that leads many in the pack to believe he will one day challenge for the alpha position. His entire pack having been slain or been driven apart has been a giant hit to his confidence, though it wouldnt be apparent to anyone who wasn't the most observant.
[b]History:[/b]
Edward started out life as a country boy, growing up running around some forgotten farm town with his father who was from the slums of the city and his mother who was a farmers daughter through and through. He was always found out in the fields with a pack of kids, always leading them into adventures, be them simple trips to the river or mischevious punking with the eldest member of the farmer's community, the elusive 'Old man Hendrick'. It was only after years of mischevious pranks to the hermit that the kids of the farmer's town began to disappear, Edward being the last child. That was until he couldnt take the solitude and confronted the old man, finding his friends, not as they once were. Now wild, unstable, and scared in their new forms, he was knocked out before he woke with his new form. Hendrick left with the masses of farmers that left as their children disappeared, leave the pack of wolf children on their own, frightened andnunorganized. Til Edward took a stand.
The pack had grown into their positions, Edwards having taught the younger members town to hunt like his father taught him, though once they had to use their new forms in their everyday lives. He taught thenones who hadnt been taught by their parents how to read the weather, what to plant. It was only years and years, after they had established their places, Edward at the head of the pack that they encountered troubles. Hunters, crusaders, had spotted the strange pack, observing them til they confirmed their fears. The people were werewolves, an entire pack. It was a bloody day when the humans attacked, catching the pack offguard, Edward at the forefront of the battle, his first human kills, but he did it with purpose, it was only after his childhood sweetheart was shot in front of him, protecting him, that he fell with her. The humans thinking they had killed off the blood thirsty beasts with one shot, running off to count their losses. It was only after days of sitting in the massacre that he heard whining from the forest, ears perking as he moved to find a young looking were wolf guarding and trying to appease three young, just out of toddler age human children. He wanted to walk away, truly he did, but he grumbled as he began his approach. This was how he began to learn there were other werewolves looking for refudge.
[b]Trivia:[/b]
Sorcha and her triplet youngest brothers were the ones that Edward found.
Edward and his childhood sweetheart had onensuccessful child though he knows not where they are since the massacre.
Born is August 30th
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[font=chosen font][b]Name:[/b] Ayita
[b]Age:[/b]24
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bi
[b]Height:[/b]Five feet six inches.
[b]Physical Description:[/b]
A female in her twenties hair wears her long, straight black hair in a messy french braid, wisps of hair free of the braid. Her eyes have a almond like shape, a brown with swirls of a bright green, her face having angular features as well as high cheek bones, and a button nose. Her body being wide, full figured, sturdy frame. Her clothes made from deer hide, her dress being cut as a triangle at the bottom, it having a v neckline, the sleeves of the dress cut off at the base of her shoulders. Along the v neck it has feather fashions to lay on top of the animal hide dress, a belt just under her ribs that made of squares with diamonds in the middle with the same pattern lining the edge of her dress. From the belt rabbit fur hangs to hide weapons. On her forearms fur wraps, twine wrapped to keep it tight. Her boots reaching her knees, the fur tied tight with twine with knives slipped in the twine. Her bow always resting up in her back with a sling of arrows, a squirrel often resting in her arrow pouch on her back.
A larger than most female were wolf, her black fur helps her blend into the dark forests. Her angled face and eyes making her look like she is constantly sizing everyone up, almost as if she is stalking prey. Her fur long and often having braids were the fur grew long enough, feathers braided in her fur along with beads. The green is her brown eyes seemingly enhancing against the warm brown.
[b]Scent:[/b] A rainy day in the dense oak forest
[b]Voice:[/b] A strong smooth voice, quieted by her personality
[b]Pack:[/b] Wayakoh
[b]Rank:[/b] Hunter
[b]Previous Ranks:[/b] Omega(pup)
[b]Mother:[/b]Nahimana
[b]Father:[/b]He lush ka.
[b]Siblings:[/b] 3, two older brothers, one younger sister
[b]Crush:[/b] Open
[b]Mate:[/b] N/A
[b]Offspring:[/b] nope
[b]Personality:[/b]
Ayita, despite her joyful name, is a quite serious individual. Her reaction to most situations is to analyze every detail. Though her serioud nature, she is often found with the younger of the pack, watching over them and making sure they dont get into much trouble when she is not hunting. She is extremely work driven, always needing an objective otherwise she is pacing around. As antsy as she gets when she isnt doing anything, her hunting skills are impeccable, ablento stalk silently, her mind focusing on the best method to take down.
While her name mean joyful dance, it is rare to see much more than a small smile or a smirk, though she moves with the elegance of a dancer is everything she does. She prefers to be in her were wolf form, finding it to be the most efficient form to work in, though that means she keeps more to the shadows than some members of her pack. It is in social gatherings that she seems out of place. Her work first attitude stunts her social ability, stumbling over her words, often pained expressions after she messes up what she says before hightailing it to the forest to let out her awkward frustration.
[b]History:[/b]
Ayita was born further south, among more ocean faring tribes who lived off of fowl and fish. As a child, she ran amongst the forest freely, a bright smile upon her face as she dance with the wind. Though her mother always worried for her daughter's well being, she had no friends among the tribe. Her father assured her mother that Ayita would be fine, she was a free spirit not to be tamed and would find her own way. Her brothers always teased her that her only friend was the wind, but that would only bring a smile to her face saying 'They're a better dancer than you'. Gigfling as she ran amongst the trees. It was during one of the migrating seasons that it happened.
She had been further ahead than the tribe, just out of sight when she heard the growls. Her eyes glancing about before a loud whine sent her running into the forest. Her tribe taught her to care for every living being, so hearing the pained whimpers she knew she either had to help the creature or put it out of its misery. It was only when she saw the lump of fur that she stopped. It was taking shallow breathes, but it was strange. Coming upon it, startling the creature as its jaws snapped into her arm, the creatures golden eyes widening as he saw the young child. Falling back, eyes wide s tears filled the corners. The creature lept up, ignoring the aching pain and paced around the child as her body began to change painfully. The first time was always the worst and despite his pain, a new wolf always took priority.
[b]Trivia:[/b]
It was after trying to return to her family and talk to her brothers that she went with the strange wolf to his pack.
After seeing the fear in her family's face, made her extremely closed off
Born September 12th
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[font=chosen font]][b]Name:[/b] Sorcha Barr
[b]Age:[/b] 16
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bi
[b]Height:[/b] Five foot three inches
[b]Physical Description:[/b] Sorcha round face is framed with dark brown hair with is a mess of curls that end at the mid of her back. Her eyes are round, large green eyes that have an oak brown around the edges. Her face is round, red freckled cheeks with a small nose that is covered in freckles. Her clothes of white blouse, with puffy sleeves that end at her elbows, a waist high skirt with a red, white and red plaid that ends at her knees and brown leather belt that fit the clothes to her thicker form. Her boots a brown that go up to her knees, small darts hidden that create red puffs decorations on the top of her boots, two large rouge daggers on either side of her hips, being held by the belt.
Smaller than many of her other were wolf breatherern, her warm walnut brown fur curling ar the edges. Her eyes still large, almost giving her a puppy dog look in the face. Her green eyes having dulled to a more grass green. The fur around her chest having extremely fluffy and curled, almost recreating her long curled hair in a man like style.
[b]Scent:[/b] Salty sea breeze upon field of heather
[b]Voice:[/b] A thick scottish accent, just soft enough to be understood, though loud enough to be heard across the way
[b]Pack:[/b]Gesentes
[b]Rank:[/b] Young Haverest witch
[b]Previous Ranks:[/b]Aspirant
[b]Mother:[/b] Amelia Barr
[b]Father:[/b] O'Connel Barr
[b]Siblings:[/b] Nicholas Barr(Older), William Barr(Older), Lavender Barr(Younger), Iris Barr (Younger) Julian, Hickery, and Kirkery Barr(Younger)
[b]Crush:[/b] Open
[b]Mate:[/b] N/A
[b]Offspring:[/b] N/A
[b]Personality:[/b]
Sorcha is a very outgoing young werewolf, the one who always tries to defuse a hostile situation. The young female is always in a rush, running around after her three younger brothers, running to catch up with the pack, or rushing to get her herbs and spices. Despite her hurriedly nature, she loves to learn about people, always asking questions, sitting there and listening to their stories, which is probably why she always rushes since she gets distracted easily.
Sorcha isnt one for hunting, she can do it, but not very efficiently. She stumbled around a lot and she isnt very patient when she is stalking her prey. What she lacks in her hunting abilities she makes up in her herbal knowledge and ability to take care of young ones. Her knowledge of herbs span into her cooking skills, which is one of the things onenwould find her doing if she wasnt rushing around, that or preparing herbal remedies.
[b]History:[/b]
Sorcha was born to a large family, each one of her elder brothers, her mother, and father had been werewolves, even her younger sisters had been turned when they came of age. Her family was a long line of self proclaimed werewolves, quietly living on the outskirts of a Scottish town, the packs there living across large plots of land hiding amongst the humans. It was only when tensions began to rise that her mother sent her, and her three youngest brother to live with her grandmother in england, the two elder brothers having homes of their own, and the two young younger sisters having gone to their father's side of the family. When her grandmother caught word of the massacres of the Scottish packs, their grandmother was quick to hide them away.
It had been a year, their grandmother handt told them of their family's death. It was then that the massacre began upon England, packs beung wiped out and as they near closer, Sorcha noticed her grandmother becoming more nasty, not letting them stay out for long periods of time. It was that one night she hear her grandmother yelling for her to take the boys and run, that her suspicions were confirmed. She tried to grab her grandmother, but hearing the shouts before a torch was sent into the house, hdr grandmother shifting before Sorcha grabbed her brothers, each vripping onto her pelt as she shifted, running off into the forest with her brothers clinging to her pelt. It had been days, trying to find food for her brothers, cooking it, and making sure they werent dehydrated before their crying alerted someone to them. Her whimpers ceased and she turned to see a large werewolf standing about them, her body covering the boys, staring at him til he held out his hand.
[b]Trivia:[/b]
Her younger brother are around six, it was planned when they turn twelve they would be turned
Her brothers will be with her
Born is April 21st
Name: Edward Rollo
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality:Straight
Height: Six feet two inches
Physical Description:
Edward stands tall amongst many, his broad shoulders making him appear even larger amongst the men around him. His dirty blonde hair coming to rest messily around his broad shoulders, though he usually pulls it back in a messy pony tail. His dark gaze rests upon his dark brown eyes that seem to fade into his iris. Three claw mark scars rest upon his left eye. Scars litter his body, though are hidden under his pelts of game that he wears upon his body upon the cotton shirts. A simple gold tree necklace lay upon his chest.
The dirty blonde male shifted into a peppered brown coat, standing large among the packs, his dark eyes silently over watching his pack. His coat short and shaggy, the only strange abnormality was his golden necklace flash from the fur.
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Scent: The fall wind upon wheat and barley fields
Voice: A raspy deep voice accented with the working man accent of England(cockney accent)
Pack:Gesentes
Rank: Beta
Previous Ranks: Alpha of his previous small pack
Mother: He says it is from another life
Father: He says it is from another life
Siblings: Was an only child
Crush: Open
Mate: N/A
Offspring: Might have one across the English isles
Personality:
Edward is a very intimidating man, in both his human form and his wolf form. Which is only intensified by the fact that he does not speak to many. Being able to communicate almost everything through a look is a skill he aquired by being a hunter, having trained a many young aspirants in his prior pack. Despite his prior pack status, he opted out of the top position due to many reason relating to his prior pack.
Hidden behind his cold exterior is a very loyal wolf. He knows that this pack was practically forced together under circumstances, but that is even more of a reason for them to stick together in his eyes. It is his off putting persona that leads many in the pack to believe he will one day challenge for the alpha position. His entire pack having been slain or been driven apart has been a giant hit to his confidence, though it wouldnt be apparent to anyone who wasn't the most observant.
History:
Edward started out life as a country boy, growing up running around some forgotten farm town with his father who was from the slums of the city and his mother who was a farmers daughter through and through. He was always found out in the fields with a pack of kids, always leading them into adventures, be them simple trips to the river or mischevious punking with the eldest member of the farmer's community, the elusive 'Old man Hendrick'. It was only after years of mischevious pranks to the hermit that the kids of the farmer's town began to disappear, Edward being the last child. That was until he couldnt take the solitude and confronted the old man, finding his friends, not as they once were. Now wild, unstable, and scared in their new forms, he was knocked out before he woke with his new form. Hendrick left with the masses of farmers that left as their children disappeared, leave the pack of wolf children on their own, frightened andnunorganized. Til Edward took a stand.
The pack had grown into their positions, Edwards having taught the younger members town to hunt like his father taught him, though once they had to use their new forms in their everyday lives. He taught thenones who hadnt been taught by their parents how to read the weather, what to plant. It was only years and years, after they had established their places, Edward at the head of the pack that they encountered troubles. Hunters, crusaders, had spotted the strange pack, observing them til they confirmed their fears. The people were werewolves, an entire pack. It was a bloody day when the humans attacked, catching the pack offguard, Edward at the forefront of the battle, his first human kills, but he did it with purpose, it was only after his childhood sweetheart was shot in front of him, protecting him, that he fell with her. The humans thinking they had killed off the blood thirsty beasts with one shot, running off to count their losses. It was only after days of sitting in the massacre that he heard whining from the forest, ears perking as he moved to find a young looking were wolf guarding and trying to appease three young, just out of toddler age human children. He wanted to walk away, truly he did, but he grumbled as he began his approach. This was how he began to learn there were other werewolves looking for refudge.
Trivia:
Sorcha and her triplet youngest brothers were the ones that Edward found.
Edward and his childhood sweetheart had onensuccessful child though he knows not where they are since the massacre.
Born is August 30th
Name: Ayita
Age:24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Height:Five feet six inches.
Physical Description:
A female in her twenties hair wears her long, straight black hair in a messy french braid, wisps of hair free of the braid. Her eyes have a almond like shape, a brown with swirls of a bright green, her face having angular features as well as high cheek bones, and a button nose. Her body being wide, full figured, sturdy frame. Her clothes made from deer hide, her dress being cut as a triangle at the bottom, it having a v neckline, the sleeves of the dress cut off at the base of her shoulders. Along the v neck it has feather fashions to lay on top of the animal hide dress, a belt just under her ribs that made of squares with diamonds in the middle with the same pattern lining the edge of her dress. From the belt rabbit fur hangs to hide weapons. On her forearms fur wraps, twine wrapped to keep it tight. Her boots reaching her knees, the fur tied tight with twine with knives slipped in the twine. Her bow always resting up in her back with a sling of arrows, a squirrel often resting in her arrow pouch on her back.
A larger than most female were wolf, her black fur helps her blend into the dark forests. Her angled face and eyes making her look like she is constantly sizing everyone up, almost as if she is stalking prey. Her fur long and often having braids were the fur grew long enough, feathers braided in her fur along with beads. The green is her brown eyes seemingly enhancing against the warm brown.
Scent: A rainy day in the dense oak forest
Voice: A strong smooth voice, quieted by her personality
Pack: Wayakoh
Rank: Hunter
Previous Ranks: Omega(pup)
Mother:Nahimana
Father:He lush ka.
Siblings: 3, two older brothers, one younger sister
Crush: Open
Mate: N/A
Offspring: nope
Personality:
Ayita, despite her joyful name, is a quite serious individual. Her reaction to most situations is to analyze every detail. Though her serioud nature, she is often found with the younger of the pack, watching over them and making sure they dont get into much trouble when she is not hunting. She is extremely work driven, always needing an objective otherwise she is pacing around. As antsy as she gets when she isnt doing anything, her hunting skills are impeccable, ablento stalk silently, her mind focusing on the best method to take down.
While her name mean joyful dance, it is rare to see much more than a small smile or a smirk, though she moves with the elegance of a dancer is everything she does. She prefers to be in her were wolf form, finding it to be the most efficient form to work in, though that means she keeps more to the shadows than some members of her pack. It is in social gatherings that she seems out of place. Her work first attitude stunts her social ability, stumbling over her words, often pained expressions after she messes up what she says before hightailing it to the forest to let out her awkward frustration.
History:
Ayita was born further south, among more ocean faring tribes who lived off of fowl and fish. As a child, she ran amongst the forest freely, a bright smile upon her face as she dance with the wind. Though her mother always worried for her daughter's well being, she had no friends among the tribe. Her father assured her mother that Ayita would be fine, she was a free spirit not to be tamed and would find her own way. Her brothers always teased her that her only friend was the wind, but that would only bring a smile to her face saying 'They're a better dancer than you'. Gigfling as she ran amongst the trees. It was during one of the migrating seasons that it happened.
She had been further ahead than the tribe, just out of sight when she heard the growls. Her eyes glancing about before a loud whine sent her running into the forest. Her tribe taught her to care for every living being, so hearing the pained whimpers she knew she either had to help the creature or put it out of its misery. It was only when she saw the lump of fur that she stopped. It was taking shallow breathes, but it was strange. Coming upon it, startling the creature as its jaws snapped into her arm, the creatures golden eyes widening as he saw the young child. Falling back, eyes wide s tears filled the corners. The creature lept up, ignoring the aching pain and paced around the child as her body began to change painfully. The first time was always the worst and despite his pain, a new wolf always took priority.
Trivia:
It was after trying to return to her family and talk to her brothers that she went with the strange wolf to his pack.
After seeing the fear in her family's face, made her extremely closed off
Born September 12th
]Name: Sorcha Barr
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Height: Five foot three inches
Physical Description: Sorcha round face is framed with dark brown hair with is a mess of curls that end at the mid of her back. Her eyes are round, large green eyes that have an oak brown around the edges. Her face is round, red freckled cheeks with a small nose that is covered in freckles. Her clothes of white blouse, with puffy sleeves that end at her elbows, a waist high skirt with a red, white and red plaid that ends at her knees and brown leather belt that fit the clothes to her thicker form. Her boots a brown that go up to her knees, small darts hidden that create red puffs decorations on the top of her boots, two large rouge daggers on either side of her hips, being held by the belt.
Smaller than many of her other were wolf breatherern, her warm walnut brown fur curling ar the edges. Her eyes still large, almost giving her a puppy dog look in the face. Her green eyes having dulled to a more grass green. The fur around her chest having extremely fluffy and curled, almost recreating her long curled hair in a man like style.
Scent: Salty sea breeze upon field of heather
Voice: A thick scottish accent, just soft enough to be understood, though loud enough to be heard across the way
Pack:Gesentes
Rank: Young Haverest witch
Previous Ranks:Aspirant
Mother: Amelia Barr
Father: O'Connel Barr
Siblings: Nicholas Barr(Older), William Barr(Older), Lavender Barr(Younger), Iris Barr (Younger) Julian, Hickery, and Kirkery Barr(Younger)
Crush: Open
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Personality:
Sorcha is a very outgoing young werewolf, the one who always tries to defuse a hostile situation. The young female is always in a rush, running around after her three younger brothers, running to catch up with the pack, or rushing to get her herbs and spices. Despite her hurriedly nature, she loves to learn about people, always asking questions, sitting there and listening to their stories, which is probably why she always rushes since she gets distracted easily.
Sorcha isnt one for hunting, she can do it, but not very efficiently. She stumbled around a lot and she isnt very patient when she is stalking her prey. What she lacks in her hunting abilities she makes up in her herbal knowledge and ability to take care of young ones. Her knowledge of herbs span into her cooking skills, which is one of the things onenwould find her doing if she wasnt rushing around, that or preparing herbal remedies.
History:
Sorcha was born to a large family, each one of her elder brothers, her mother, and father had been werewolves, even her younger sisters had been turned when they came of age. Her family was a long line of self proclaimed werewolves, quietly living on the outskirts of a Scottish town, the packs there living across large plots of land hiding amongst the humans. It was only when tensions began to rise that her mother sent her, and her three youngest brother to live with her grandmother in england, the two elder brothers having homes of their own, and the two young younger sisters having gone to their father's side of the family. When her grandmother caught word of the massacres of the Scottish packs, their grandmother was quick to hide them away.
It had been a year, their grandmother handt told them of their family's death. It was then that the massacre began upon England, packs beung wiped out and as they near closer, Sorcha noticed her grandmother becoming more nasty, not letting them stay out for long periods of time. It was that one night she hear her grandmother yelling for her to take the boys and run, that her suspicions were confirmed. She tried to grab her grandmother, but hearing the shouts before a torch was sent into the house, hdr grandmother shifting before Sorcha grabbed her brothers, each vripping onto her pelt as she shifted, running off into the forest with her brothers clinging to her pelt. It had been days, trying to find food for her brothers, cooking it, and making sure they werent dehydrated before their crying alerted someone to them. Her whimpers ceased and she turned to see a large werewolf standing about them, her body covering the boys, staring at him til he held out his hand.
Trivia:
Her younger brother are around six, it was planned when they turn twelve they would be turned
Her brothers will be with her
Born is April 21st
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NightShadaw | 1. No, anthro wolves ^^
2. Probably not something we’ll focus on for a little bit, so for now no.
3. I would really prefer the packs to fill before I allow a loner, and it would most likely have to be a European werewolf.
4. Yes ~ it is the moon that turned the Wayakoh into werewolves. I have a bit more to add to the packs which will include how they turned, etc.
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NightShadaw | 1. No, anthro wolves ^^
2. Probably not something we’ll focus on for a little bit, so for now no.
3. I would really prefer the packs to fill before I allow a loner, and it would most likely have to be a European werewolf.
4. Yes ~ it is the moon that turned the Wayakoh into werewolves. I have a bit more to add to the packs which will include how they turned, etc.
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[font=chosen font][size=3][b]Name:[/b] Rowena Ashenbrooke
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Straight
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6
[b]Physical Description:[/b] Rowena draws herself up tall with an air of elegance, determined to never seem unprepared for any situation. Long, black hair falls in loose waves down to her waist when not bound - which she rarely does. Silver eyes gleam sternly and stand out against the darkness of her hair. She has a slender build obviously meant for speed more than strength. Her normal attire consists of a dark trench-coat and animal hide leggings. Various tanzanite jewelry is worn most of the time, seemingly having a personal meaning to her.
Her wolf form is similarly slim, but possesses a remarkable amount of pitch-black fur that makes her look larger than she actually is; in reality, she is smaller than many of the adult hunter-types. Though lacking pure physical strength, her agility and speed give her a fighting chance against bigger, slower opponents. Her silver eyes are the only thing that breaks up the darkess of her fur, providing a startling contrast.
[b]Scent:[/b] Roses covered in freshly fallen snow
[b]Voice:[/b] Low and smooth, with a slight British accent
[b]Pack:[/b] The Gesentes
[b]Rank:[/b] Alpha
[b]Previous Ranks:[/b] Loner, Witch (as human)
[b]Mother:[/b] Lillian Ashenbrooke
[b]Father:[/b] Darius Ashenbrooke
[b]Siblings:[/b] None
[b]Crush:[/b] None/Open
[b]Mate:[/b] None
[b]Offspring:[/b] None; there are rumors that she is unable to have any
[b]Personality:[/b]
With a strategic mind and a little bit of paranoia, Rowena's mind is constantly running at top speed. The placement of each pack member, possible conspiracies, the threat of the curse's revelation, the dangers of this new home - all these are things she considers heavily in order to protect the werewolves who follow her. This rises, in part at least, from her failure to fulfill her responsibilities to one day lead her past coven; now, she is determined to be someone her subordinates can rely on.
With a calm, stern demeanor, she can be intimidating to someone who does not know her well. However, this is mostly a front she puts up to protect herself from those who might try to take advantage of her. Anyone who has known her for a longer amount of time would know that she is always willing to listen and can keep secrets like no one else. When irritated, she may become passive-aggressive, but would never actually lash out at any of her followers. Any issue should first be addressed by careful planning and diplomacy, if possible; violence is only considered if there is no other possible way to stay alive and safe.
[b]History:[/b]
Rowena was born into a rather large coven and thus was destined to become a witch from a very young age. While she wasn't a prodigy at witchcraft, she learned enough as she grew up to carry on the legacy of her family. This particular coven, however, was in a state of war between another coven who practiced questionable magic. Witches began to disappear, strange noises echoed in the night, and Rowena grew more and more frustrated as the situation grew worse. She was riddled with guilt, feeling that it was somehow her fault for lacking magic powerful enough to take down the rival coven.
She spent countless sleepless nights reading every book in the village. Somewhere, somehow, there had to be a spell that could help her. At last, she found one - but it came at a great price. From that night on, she would be a beast of the moon and the night, doomed to forever be apart from those she wanted to protect.
But she would do it. She must.
Casting the curse in secret, she appeared before the rival coven in the midst of a dense fog. She slipped in and out of the shadows, nothing but whirling fangs and fading smoke. After hours had passed, she withdrew and listened in from a distance. Her plan had worked; the rival coven, believing the "ghost wolf" was a sign from beyond, withdrew from their war with her own village.
But all was not well, for Rowena knew that she would only be a risk to her coven in this cursed state. Leaving a note claiming she was going on an extended vacation, she disappeared. Later there would be rumors whispered in the dark - whispers of a pitch-black wolf who slowly gathered the cursed ones by her side.
[b]Trivia:[/b]
The tanzanite jewelry was "blessed" by her mother and given to her for her 18th birthday. Rowena doesn't know what exactly the blessing is.
She has a fondness for cats, perhaps a remnant of her witch days.
She drinks a lot of tea, and carried lots of it with her to the new land. It seems to relieve her stress.
Thunderstorms are her favorite, and she likes to go running when they happen.
Name: Rowena Ashenbrooke
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5'6
Physical Description: Rowena draws herself up tall with an air of elegance, determined to never seem unprepared for any situation. Long, black hair falls in loose waves down to her waist when not bound - which she rarely does. Silver eyes gleam sternly and stand out against the darkness of her hair. She has a slender build obviously meant for speed more than strength. Her normal attire consists of a dark trench-coat and animal hide leggings. Various tanzanite jewelry is worn most of the time, seemingly having a personal meaning to her.
Her wolf form is similarly slim, but possesses a remarkable amount of pitch-black fur that makes her look larger than she actually is; in reality, she is smaller than many of the adult hunter-types. Though lacking pure physical strength, her agility and speed give her a fighting chance against bigger, slower opponents. Her silver eyes are the only thing that breaks up the darkess of her fur, providing a startling contrast.
Scent: Roses covered in freshly fallen snow
Voice: Low and smooth, with a slight British accent
Pack: The Gesentes
Rank: Alpha
Previous Ranks: Loner, Witch (as human)
Mother: Lillian Ashenbrooke
Father: Darius Ashenbrooke
Siblings: None
Crush: None/Open
Mate: None
Offspring: None; there are rumors that she is unable to have any
Personality:
With a strategic mind and a little bit of paranoia, Rowena's mind is constantly running at top speed. The placement of each pack member, possible conspiracies, the threat of the curse's revelation, the dangers of this new home - all these are things she considers heavily in order to protect the werewolves who follow her. This rises, in part at least, from her failure to fulfill her responsibilities to one day lead her past coven; now, she is determined to be someone her subordinates can rely on.
With a calm, stern demeanor, she can be intimidating to someone who does not know her well. However, this is mostly a front she puts up to protect herself from those who might try to take advantage of her. Anyone who has known her for a longer amount of time would know that she is always willing to listen and can keep secrets like no one else. When irritated, she may become passive-aggressive, but would never actually lash out at any of her followers. Any issue should first be addressed by careful planning and diplomacy, if possible; violence is only considered if there is no other possible way to stay alive and safe.
History:
Rowena was born into a rather large coven and thus was destined to become a witch from a very young age. While she wasn't a prodigy at witchcraft, she learned enough as she grew up to carry on the legacy of her family. This particular coven, however, was in a state of war between another coven who practiced questionable magic. Witches began to disappear, strange noises echoed in the night, and Rowena grew more and more frustrated as the situation grew worse. She was riddled with guilt, feeling that it was somehow her fault for lacking magic powerful enough to take down the rival coven.
She spent countless sleepless nights reading every book in the village. Somewhere, somehow, there had to be a spell that could help her. At last, she found one - but it came at a great price. From that night on, she would be a beast of the moon and the night, doomed to forever be apart from those she wanted to protect.
But she would do it. She must.
Casting the curse in secret, she appeared before the rival coven in the midst of a dense fog. She slipped in and out of the shadows, nothing but whirling fangs and fading smoke. After hours had passed, she withdrew and listened in from a distance. Her plan had worked; the rival coven, believing the "ghost wolf" was a sign from beyond, withdrew from their war with her own village.
But all was not well, for Rowena knew that she would only be a risk to her coven in this cursed state. Leaving a note claiming she was going on an extended vacation, she disappeared. Later there would be rumors whispered in the dark - whispers of a pitch-black wolf who slowly gathered the cursed ones by her side.
Trivia:
The tanzanite jewelry was "blessed" by her mother and given to her for her 18th birthday. Rowena doesn't know what exactly the blessing is.
She has a fondness for cats, perhaps a remnant of her witch days.
She drinks a lot of tea, and carried lots of it with her to the new land. It seems to relieve her stress.
Thunderstorms are her favorite, and she likes to go running when they happen.
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[font=Verdana][size=2][color=57372D][b]Name:[/b][/color] Elkin Bearington
[color=57372D][b]Age:[/b][/color] 13
[color=57372D][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male
[color=57372D][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] Bicurious
[color=57372D][b]Height:[/b][/color] 5’4" Human || 5'9" Werewolf
[color=57372D][b]Physical Description:[/b][/color] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/440663644343238678/533474540945276949/f413a2ac9efc04e6bec75d3c6e385b190dc520b7v2_00.jpg] Face Claim[/url] || A relatively average young man, though he looks to still have a bit more growing to do! Curly chocolate brown hair that extends to his collar frames youthful face with a slightly chiseled jaw. He's got an athletic form and is beginning to gain some bulk on his features. Scars cover him, primarily about his limbs, back, and throat, though six in particular are easy to notice. Over each of his eyes are three jagged scars running across them. His optics are a bit of a milky white, though this is from a lack of pigmentation or a loss of it.
His werewolf form retains many of the same aspects of his human form, mostly his tone, scars, and eyes. He grows a few inches taller upon taking the form and his formerly tanned skin becomes coal black fur with markings akin to a Bernese Mountain Dog. A majority of his throat and chest are white, as well as the underside of his tail, while above that and over his muzzle are a pleasant autumn hue of orange. His mane is brown like his hair, and often has various twigs, feathers, and leaves stuck in it.
As for clothing, he wears traditional pilgrim garb, though always has bags and some sort of flute on him.
[color=57372D][b]Scent:[/b][/color] Cinnamon and old leaves.
[color=57372D][b]Voice:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4W9qyMhpN0]Brady Bluhm || Christopher Robin[/url] || Child-like and enthusiastic, yet gentle and easy on the ears.
[color=57372D][b]Pack:[/b][/color] Gesentes
[color=57372D][b]Rank:[/b][/color] Aspirant
[color=57372D][b]Previous Ranks:[/b][/color] N/A
[color=57372D][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Maiken Peterson
[color=57372D][b]Father:[/b][/color] Vereul Peterson
[color=57372D][b]Siblings:[/b][/color] Ihla (Sister)
[color=57372D][b]Crush:[/b][/color] Open~
[color=57372D][b]Mate:[/b][/color] N/A
[color=57372D][b]Offspring:[/b][/color] N/A
[color=57372D][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
A young gentleman of genuine friendliness and care, always hoping to remain positive and keep spirits up amongst his comrades. While he will not deny that he is quite saddened, he never gets around to sharing much of his own personal life, and likes to place everyone on a pedestal several feet taller than himself. Though this hurdles him into further neglect of his own self, he does not mind it, hoping to craft a suitable and amazing environment for everyone and everything. He enjoys making friends and allies, despising the thought that anyone could ever actually dislike him. He's nice to everyone and everything, but seems smart enough to discern foe from friend.
He enjoys nurturing and counseling both people and animals, constantly aiming to please others. He's that go-to person, a shoulder to cry on, and a relatively mature mind for his crazed imagination and child-like wonder. Of course, with his age comes inexperience, and though he might be understanding in some elements and able to deal with some topics in an adult manner, some things he still just has some issues comprehending. He likes to join in with the older pack-mates in their conversations, but is more than often pushed away due to his age - to which he feels a very distinct level of disappointment from.
He is distinctly fond of nature and its creations, though most certainly its creatures. A soft spot for them keeps him in a fresh sort of naivety, as he feels all animals are worthy of care no matter the species and behavior. He has never felt a tighter bond than to that of the wilderness, a place he longs to visit beyond the human settlements, and he even dreams to have an orchard or a farm established in the fields near the forests one day. Of course, a future like that is impossible without his dear pack, whom he reveres deeply. Beyond this he knows the importance of hunting and food, and acknowledges the circle of life and how it must carry on. Through this he has gained an adoration for the duties given to him, but he can't deny he still may feel saddened in the wake of a kill.
His kindly and optimistic nature shrouds a saddened, angry, and ferocious being. He dwells on his less savory emotions in his spare time, often talking to himself or playing his flute as a coping method. Disregard for his own care keeps up with him, but he prays to never break and truly believes he will eventually come to terms with his past. His love for hunting induces a passion for bloodletting and battle, and he seems to always perk up at the mention of going out on a mission that might bring about these chances to show violence. It's certainly what he prefers over gathering and harvesting.
The little one values hopefulness and bravery just as much as optimism and friendliness. He has placed an (albeit guileless) faith in the Gesentes, easily following the views and opinions of all those older than him within it, and hoping that the friends and pack-mates he has come to know will pull through in these dire times. Although quite reckless, he always tries to stand up for his bretheren when faced with a threat, and almost always on the front lines when there is some kind of battle to be had. The fervor for fighting is as well fueled by a love for his pack and those in it.
His vast creativity and imagination fills him with a desire for expanded provinces, inventions, and many things that grasp his low attention span. Performing and sharing tales of others or his own make fill him with an unmistakable pride, and he hopes to continue spreading joy in these forms.
[color=57372D][b]History:[/b][/color]
Elkin came into Gesentes’ picture when he was only twelve, desperate to find anywhere safe for him with his curse. He still cherishes the fact that the rag-tag pack had welcomed him in - albeit most likely reluctantly. He's often gotten into trouble trying to keep animals with the pack, or nearly getting caught by suspicious characters. In his time in Gesentes, he has proven himself to be a dedicated worker under his former mentor, and a lover of nature. He's also earned a number of minor scars while on exploration.
His former mentor passed in a freak accident back in Europe, leaving him to adopt the teachings of the others in the time being. He has since grown noticably more sensitive with the topic and notion of her, but retains his positive outlook. When the pack can finally settle down in the "New World" he hopes that he may be given another mentor, and can truly feel safe amongst his kin.
[color=57372D][b]Trivia:[/b][/color]
• Needs a mentor!
• Hydrophobia.
• [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLONrXbgSgMHQ-wK6IguFXoXteMOJ2Xf6b]Playlist[/url]
• Birthday: December 12th
Name: Elkin Bearington
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bicurious
Height: 5’4" Human || 5'9" Werewolf
Physical Description: Face Claim || A relatively average young man, though he looks to still have a bit more growing to do! Curly chocolate brown hair that extends to his collar frames youthful face with a slightly chiseled jaw. He's got an athletic form and is beginning to gain some bulk on his features. Scars cover him, primarily about his limbs, back, and throat, though six in particular are easy to notice. Over each of his eyes are three jagged scars running across them. His optics are a bit of a milky white, though this is from a lack of pigmentation or a loss of it.
His werewolf form retains many of the same aspects of his human form, mostly his tone, scars, and eyes. He grows a few inches taller upon taking the form and his formerly tanned skin becomes coal black fur with markings akin to a Bernese Mountain Dog. A majority of his throat and chest are white, as well as the underside of his tail, while above that and over his muzzle are a pleasant autumn hue of orange. His mane is brown like his hair, and often has various twigs, feathers, and leaves stuck in it.
As for clothing, he wears traditional pilgrim garb, though always has bags and some sort of flute on him.
Scent: Cinnamon and old leaves.
Voice: Brady Bluhm || Christopher Robin || Child-like and enthusiastic, yet gentle and easy on the ears.
Pack: Gesentes
Rank: Aspirant
Previous Ranks: N/A
Mother: Maiken Peterson
Father: Vereul Peterson
Siblings: Ihla (Sister)
Crush: Open~
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Personality:
A young gentleman of genuine friendliness and care, always hoping to remain positive and keep spirits up amongst his comrades. While he will not deny that he is quite saddened, he never gets around to sharing much of his own personal life, and likes to place everyone on a pedestal several feet taller than himself. Though this hurdles him into further neglect of his own self, he does not mind it, hoping to craft a suitable and amazing environment for everyone and everything. He enjoys making friends and allies, despising the thought that anyone could ever actually dislike him. He's nice to everyone and everything, but seems smart enough to discern foe from friend.
He enjoys nurturing and counseling both people and animals, constantly aiming to please others. He's that go-to person, a shoulder to cry on, and a relatively mature mind for his crazed imagination and child-like wonder. Of course, with his age comes inexperience, and though he might be understanding in some elements and able to deal with some topics in an adult manner, some things he still just has some issues comprehending. He likes to join in with the older pack-mates in their conversations, but is more than often pushed away due to his age - to which he feels a very distinct level of disappointment from.
He is distinctly fond of nature and its creations, though most certainly its creatures. A soft spot for them keeps him in a fresh sort of naivety, as he feels all animals are worthy of care no matter the species and behavior. He has never felt a tighter bond than to that of the wilderness, a place he longs to visit beyond the human settlements, and he even dreams to have an orchard or a farm established in the fields near the forests one day. Of course, a future like that is impossible without his dear pack, whom he reveres deeply. Beyond this he knows the importance of hunting and food, and acknowledges the circle of life and how it must carry on. Through this he has gained an adoration for the duties given to him, but he can't deny he still may feel saddened in the wake of a kill.
His kindly and optimistic nature shrouds a saddened, angry, and ferocious being. He dwells on his less savory emotions in his spare time, often talking to himself or playing his flute as a coping method. Disregard for his own care keeps up with him, but he prays to never break and truly believes he will eventually come to terms with his past. His love for hunting induces a passion for bloodletting and battle, and he seems to always perk up at the mention of going out on a mission that might bring about these chances to show violence. It's certainly what he prefers over gathering and harvesting.
The little one values hopefulness and bravery just as much as optimism and friendliness. He has placed an (albeit guileless) faith in the Gesentes, easily following the views and opinions of all those older than him within it, and hoping that the friends and pack-mates he has come to know will pull through in these dire times. Although quite reckless, he always tries to stand up for his bretheren when faced with a threat, and almost always on the front lines when there is some kind of battle to be had. The fervor for fighting is as well fueled by a love for his pack and those in it.
His vast creativity and imagination fills him with a desire for expanded provinces, inventions, and many things that grasp his low attention span. Performing and sharing tales of others or his own make fill him with an unmistakable pride, and he hopes to continue spreading joy in these forms.
History:
Elkin came into Gesentes’ picture when he was only twelve, desperate to find anywhere safe for him with his curse. He still cherishes the fact that the rag-tag pack had welcomed him in - albeit most likely reluctantly. He's often gotten into trouble trying to keep animals with the pack, or nearly getting caught by suspicious characters. In his time in Gesentes, he has proven himself to be a dedicated worker under his former mentor, and a lover of nature. He's also earned a number of minor scars while on exploration.
His former mentor passed in a freak accident back in Europe, leaving him to adopt the teachings of the others in the time being. He has since grown noticably more sensitive with the topic and notion of her, but retains his positive outlook. When the pack can finally settle down in the "New World" he hopes that he may be given another mentor, and can truly feel safe amongst his kin.
Trivia:
• Needs a mentor!
• Hydrophobia.
• Playlist
• Birthday: December 12th
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[font=Candara][size=3][color=D1B300][b]Name:[/b][/color] Sarnor
[color=D1B300][b]Age:[/b][/color] 32
[color=D1B300][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Non-binary
[color=D1B300][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] Pansexual
[color=D1B300][b]Height:[/b][/color] 6'5" Human || 7'4" Werewolf
[color=D1B300][b]Physical Description:[/b][/color] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/518867425081688067/533856232897904670/7HoL52a.png] Portrait by @/fastfallexe[/url] || A tall figure accompanied by a muscular build but an unmistakable slender - perhaps underfed - grace. White hair often flows down their back, reaching their torso with a couple braids in the front to rest over their shoulders, or otherwise tied in a messy bun with sinew and a bone. Piercing, icy blue optics complement their hair and light tan skin, calloused in some areas or injured greatly. Several injuries marr them, many present in the pic provided, with those missing being: a lengthy one along their left leg and a few holes in their right side, as well as pointed ears tattered. There's a dip in the right side of their face where an eye used to have been.
The shadow extends into wolvine features, the dark silhouette perfectly capturing the giant, fearsome form. Sarnor is a nearly brilliant cross between a brute and something of elegance, a perfectly capable creature of masculinity while retaining more of a feminine stature and air. A narrow snout points intimidatingly still upon their target, facial features with hues of gold about it framed by cheek fluff and a kempt yet velvety mane. This large mane forms a bit of a scarf or collar about their neck, draping over their shoulders and back and leading down to their lenghty tail. The mane is often braided around the shoulders like their human form. Their injuries stick out much more easily along the blankets of pure snow white that make up their pelage, a pristine color touched only by these wounds, gold specks and lines of masculature or bone.
They wear just about the bare minimum, with simple leather garments about their chest and crotch area made primarily of deer skins, decorated with small beads of red and blue and fangs. A single piece of jewelry takes the form of a necklace with tiny rings or circlets of gold and red with three fangs, the one in the middle much larger than the two on its sides.
[color=D1B300][b]Scent:[/b][/color] Constantly changing with the environment. Underlying shea butter.
[color=D1B300][b]Voice:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi1fR98vFME]Cate Blanchett || Galadriel / Kaa[/url] || Bold, slightly hoarse. Despite its deeper tone, it's otherwise feminine, and resonates confidence.
[color=D1B300][b]Pack:[/b][/color] Wayakoh
[color=D1B300][b]Rank:[/b][/color] Beta
[color=D1B300][b]Previous Ranks:[/b][/color] Loner > Omega > Hunter
[color=D1B300][b]Mother:[/b][/color] Talula
[color=D1B300][b]Father:[/b][/color] Achak
[color=D1B300][b]Siblings:[/b][/color] N/A
[color=D1B300][b]Crush:[/b][/color] Open~
[color=D1B300][b]Mate:[/b][/color] N/A
[color=D1B300][b]Offspring:[/b][/color] Moonliar
[color=D1B300][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Sarnor's demeanor can be described by their packmates in only a few words and phrases: quiet but freakishly keen, with a blank gesture and equally blank body language, a menacing form - but a tenacious ally. Sarnor's withdrawal from expression and both frightening yet intriguing enigmatic mystique allows them to appear as a completely unphased, highly endurant creature. Because of this, in most cases they appear to be apathetic (which may be true), but their thought process and level of unconditional care for their pack proves otherwise.
They're a quick thinker and a calculative one of that. They're highly considerate of many things that could undo a plan in their head, and speedily witty, but overcomplicated processes cause them to struggle with getting these out in a much more timely order. Countless experiences (most in the form of their scars) have taught them that anything can go wrong, and if logic cannot save them then they will turn to the next most probable answer or follow their instinct. The ways of the wild are deeply rooted into the werewolf's core, and they know when to obey their own ferocious whims when necessary. They acknowledge the way of the animal, and most importantly, the way of the wolf.
Every expression and dialogue is curt, blunt, conveying important concerns in a quick manner and getting points across as easy as possible. They only inidcate what is necessary and when it is necessary. Thus, silence is common, though socialism as well. Sarnor enjoys reading people, taking in emotions that they'd never dare wear along their own form, and find those alike to them an interesting subject. While they're more than likely to keep to the alpha, they find it immensely imperative to be around the rest of the pack, allowing them to get to know the otherwise reserved beta - as well as learning just how observant they are. Sarnor is an incredible tracker, and likes to keep tabs on their subordinates at all times.
Loyalty and courage are two things that the werewolf holds in very high regard. They do not tolerate dissension and prefer to recognize dissatisfaction before anything more can come of it, ensuring that if a packmate desires to leave that they will not become future competition to Wayakoh. Cowards are another thing they will dispose of - with the alpha's permission - quite quickly. They themself persist in an eternal dedication to their pack, fealty to it and their alpha having almost no bounds. They have finally found something to live for and to protect once more, and though this has brought them fear prior, they know that they will do anything to keep their fellow wolves from falling.
This as well follows into the werewolf's intense ardor. They're a passionate being, protective and touch-thirsty. While extremely wary and not too good with physical contact, they long the feeling of it if they know it is with safe intention, and often allow other pack-mates to be quite close to them once they have grown to trust the alternate wolf. In most cases, Sarnor still remains on guard for anything - anything at all. It is, however, rumoured that they desire a suitable mate.
The Tall One is also very calm. Serenity shrouds them, and they remain in this state even in the most dire of circumstances, intending to spread it in order to extinguish chaos. However, they do enjoy action over peace in some cases, as they become easily bored and always need something to keep them busy - 'lest they might go mad. They enjoy getting into trouble when they know they can handle it, and that it won't jeopardize Wayakoh or their position in it (at least, not yet).
[color=D1B300][b]History:[/b][/color]
Sarnor had observed the pack from afar after escaping a nearby village of non-cursed natives, watching with great curiosity. Finally, they'd gathered themself, and approached the pack, earning a chance to run with the other werewolves. They were granted a fresh start from earlier life, and started as Omega - eventually losing the bindings they once bore from slavery as they earned the trust of the Wayakoh. From then on they showed nothing but dedication and loyalty to the pack, and Sarnor was able to overcome it and thrive in Wayakoh. In time, they'd risen from omega to hunter, proving to put their tracking skills to their advantage and becoming a wildly successful wolf in this duty.
Sarnor was and still is a very active werewolf. They were there to welcome in any outsider wolves and observe them if the loners were to stick around, as well as to witness the other members aging and taking on positions. For a good four or so years they'd proven their mettle constantly to Wayakoh, fighting against any other competition as they assisted and inevitably earned the trust of the pack and its new alpha. In time, they became beta.
[color=D1B300][b]Trivia:[/b][/color]
• Their non-binary distinguishing is due to what they deem as a "lack of self identification", that they haven't truly found themself yet. The idea is accepted, at least for the most part.
• Might have doubts in the leader...
• [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLONrXbgSgMHQ3vNUgnH0Dz9JJg0ml9FKR]Playlist[/url]
• Birthday: June 26th
Name: Sarnor
Age: 32
Gender: Non-binary
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6'5" Human || 7'4" Werewolf
Physical Description: Portrait by @/fastfallexe || A tall figure accompanied by a muscular build but an unmistakable slender - perhaps underfed - grace. White hair often flows down their back, reaching their torso with a couple braids in the front to rest over their shoulders, or otherwise tied in a messy bun with sinew and a bone. Piercing, icy blue optics complement their hair and light tan skin, calloused in some areas or injured greatly. Several injuries marr them, many present in the pic provided, with those missing being: a lengthy one along their left leg and a few holes in their right side, as well as pointed ears tattered. There's a dip in the right side of their face where an eye used to have been.
The shadow extends into wolvine features, the dark silhouette perfectly capturing the giant, fearsome form. Sarnor is a nearly brilliant cross between a brute and something of elegance, a perfectly capable creature of masculinity while retaining more of a feminine stature and air. A narrow snout points intimidatingly still upon their target, facial features with hues of gold about it framed by cheek fluff and a kempt yet velvety mane. This large mane forms a bit of a scarf or collar about their neck, draping over their shoulders and back and leading down to their lenghty tail. The mane is often braided around the shoulders like their human form. Their injuries stick out much more easily along the blankets of pure snow white that make up their pelage, a pristine color touched only by these wounds, gold specks and lines of masculature or bone.
They wear just about the bare minimum, with simple leather garments about their chest and crotch area made primarily of deer skins, decorated with small beads of red and blue and fangs. A single piece of jewelry takes the form of a necklace with tiny rings or circlets of gold and red with three fangs, the one in the middle much larger than the two on its sides.
Scent: Constantly changing with the environment. Underlying shea butter.
Voice: Cate Blanchett || Galadriel / Kaa || Bold, slightly hoarse. Despite its deeper tone, it's otherwise feminine, and resonates confidence.
Pack: Wayakoh
Rank: Beta
Previous Ranks: Loner > Omega > Hunter
Mother: Talula
Father: Achak
Siblings: N/A
Crush: Open~
Mate: N/A
Offspring: Moonliar
Personality:
Sarnor's demeanor can be described by their packmates in only a few words and phrases: quiet but freakishly keen, with a blank gesture and equally blank body language, a menacing form - but a tenacious ally. Sarnor's withdrawal from expression and both frightening yet intriguing enigmatic mystique allows them to appear as a completely unphased, highly endurant creature. Because of this, in most cases they appear to be apathetic (which may be true), but their thought process and level of unconditional care for their pack proves otherwise.
They're a quick thinker and a calculative one of that. They're highly considerate of many things that could undo a plan in their head, and speedily witty, but overcomplicated processes cause them to struggle with getting these out in a much more timely order. Countless experiences (most in the form of their scars) have taught them that anything can go wrong, and if logic cannot save them then they will turn to the next most probable answer or follow their instinct. The ways of the wild are deeply rooted into the werewolf's core, and they know when to obey their own ferocious whims when necessary. They acknowledge the way of the animal, and most importantly, the way of the wolf.
Every expression and dialogue is curt, blunt, conveying important concerns in a quick manner and getting points across as easy as possible. They only inidcate what is necessary and when it is necessary. Thus, silence is common, though socialism as well. Sarnor enjoys reading people, taking in emotions that they'd never dare wear along their own form, and find those alike to them an interesting subject. While they're more than likely to keep to the alpha, they find it immensely imperative to be around the rest of the pack, allowing them to get to know the otherwise reserved beta - as well as learning just how observant they are. Sarnor is an incredible tracker, and likes to keep tabs on their subordinates at all times.
Loyalty and courage are two things that the werewolf holds in very high regard. They do not tolerate dissension and prefer to recognize dissatisfaction before anything more can come of it, ensuring that if a packmate desires to leave that they will not become future competition to Wayakoh. Cowards are another thing they will dispose of - with the alpha's permission - quite quickly. They themself persist in an eternal dedication to their pack, fealty to it and their alpha having almost no bounds. They have finally found something to live for and to protect once more, and though this has brought them fear prior, they know that they will do anything to keep their fellow wolves from falling.
This as well follows into the werewolf's intense ardor. They're a passionate being, protective and touch-thirsty. While extremely wary and not too good with physical contact, they long the feeling of it if they know it is with safe intention, and often allow other pack-mates to be quite close to them once they have grown to trust the alternate wolf. In most cases, Sarnor still remains on guard for anything - anything at all. It is, however, rumoured that they desire a suitable mate.
The Tall One is also very calm. Serenity shrouds them, and they remain in this state even in the most dire of circumstances, intending to spread it in order to extinguish chaos. However, they do enjoy action over peace in some cases, as they become easily bored and always need something to keep them busy - 'lest they might go mad. They enjoy getting into trouble when they know they can handle it, and that it won't jeopardize Wayakoh or their position in it (at least, not yet).
History:
Sarnor had observed the pack from afar after escaping a nearby village of non-cursed natives, watching with great curiosity. Finally, they'd gathered themself, and approached the pack, earning a chance to run with the other werewolves. They were granted a fresh start from earlier life, and started as Omega - eventually losing the bindings they once bore from slavery as they earned the trust of the Wayakoh. From then on they showed nothing but dedication and loyalty to the pack, and Sarnor was able to overcome it and thrive in Wayakoh. In time, they'd risen from omega to hunter, proving to put their tracking skills to their advantage and becoming a wildly successful wolf in this duty.
Sarnor was and still is a very active werewolf. They were there to welcome in any outsider wolves and observe them if the loners were to stick around, as well as to witness the other members aging and taking on positions. For a good four or so years they'd proven their mettle constantly to Wayakoh, fighting against any other competition as they assisted and inevitably earned the trust of the pack and its new alpha. In time, they became beta.
Trivia:
• Their non-binary distinguishing is due to what they deem as a "lack of self identification", that they haven't truly found themself yet. The idea is accepted, at least for the most part.
• Might have doubts in the leader...
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• Birthday: June 26th