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Post by lozi on May 29, 2017 17:07:32 GMT -5
[ Yep, he's done. I'm putting together a side character. (No, he's not a black wolf this time XD ) ]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on May 29, 2017 17:08:49 GMT -5
I could change Yael's wolf if you want Appz! it's no big deal~
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on May 29, 2017 17:13:06 GMT -5
if you say so~ I'm gonna keep working on Yael's form if I manage to finish today, I might get started on a starter
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 29, 2017 17:14:17 GMT -5
/casually changes robin's wolf to a black one to heck with the system /shot
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on May 29, 2017 17:17:32 GMT -5
you're a psycho, Feather! you hear me! a grade A maniac!
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 29, 2017 17:21:48 GMT -5
Hi my name is robin elizabeth ashwood and you're watching nat geo wild - all the wolves are black, including me but we're all different shades of black so it's pretty chill
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Bisexual
𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦
darling you said forever's a fool's game
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Post by 𝓚𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓪 . ❦ on May 29, 2017 17:29:48 GMT -5
elaina is the shade of black that's actually brown and white
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Post by lozi on May 29, 2017 17:35:50 GMT -5
Name Max Dane Kingsley
Age Twenty One
Scent Fresh Coconut
Orientation Heterosexual
Links Human Wolf
Description (Human) Max is only average height, standing at 6 feet. He has dirty blonde hair, and he curls his bangs up away from his face. He isn't muscular, instead, he's rather lanky. Strength isn't his strong suit, but he sure can run. Max has very long legs, part of what makes him a good runner. He has a fair skin color, seeing as he burns rather than tans. A pair of black, thick rimmed glasses bring out his muddy green eyes.
Description (Wolf) Max has a grey wolf form, which is rather stunning, and just as lanky as he is in human form. His back and upper face are a mix of silvery greys and blacks, the rest of him a tan grey. He has the same muddy green eye color.
Personality Max is rather submissive, he doesn't mind taking orders. He is more often seen reading a book, or taking hikes through nature. He's very lively, and always likes to hear what others have to say. He knows his place in the pack, and accepts that, never retaliating when gets pushed around. He knows he wouldn't be able to fight back, certainly not having enough strength to do so. However, what he lacks in strength, he makes up for with intelligence. He's very quick-witted and well-read.
History Max has been raised in the pack his whole life, he's never been anything out of the ordinary. He is just kind of there, a peppy bookworm.
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Post by lozi on May 29, 2017 17:37:47 GMT -5
[ Alright, change the eyes to grey for me, please. ]
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Post by lozi on May 29, 2017 17:38:40 GMT -5
[ Yeah, Max kind of exists is all. ]
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Post by lozi on May 29, 2017 17:40:17 GMT -5
[ Have we started yet or are we chatting? I just want to figure out what I've missed. ]
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on May 29, 2017 17:42:41 GMT -5
these are the starters that have been posted as of now --- rowan gray hunter
fate whispers to the wolf, "you cannot withstand the storm" and the wolf whispers back, "i am the storm"
A defeating snarl startled Rowan away; his body started into an upright position and his eyes wide with apprehension. The evidence of sleep was quickly fading away as he looked around the room to find the source of the snarl but instead found nothing of concern. His narrowing eyes slowly moved down to the bed, where the sheets were curled into ribbons, and wolf claws were digging into the mattress. It happened again, and unluckily for him, it was happening more frequently than it had in the last couple of years.
It was no one's snarl but his own; his room was completely bare of other bodies and his ragged breathing and racing heartbeat was the only one to be heard. Sometimes the nightmares only haunted him where they hold, but sometimes his body got involved in the haunted dreams, and well, it resulted in what had just happened: Rowan waking up, torso bare besides the heavy sheen of sweat, and his sheets shredded beneath his unsheathed claws.
"Great," his voice just a deep purr into the dark abyss that was his empty room. Kneading his palms against his once sleep heavy eyes, he decided it was time to get up -- even if the clock only read five am in the morning; he already knew that trying to fall back asleep after one of these episodes was damn near impossible.
Rolling over the shredded sheet, the dark haired male slowly climbed out of the bed. His bare feet hitting against the cold hardwood floors, and a hiss escaped through his clenched teeth. Being covered in a layer of hot sweat, he hadn't realized how freezing his room actually was. If he wasn't so gross, he would pull on a hoodie and go for a run immediately to get the dreaded images out of his head but he would need to shower, just so his clothes didn't stick to him and most importantly, so the pack members didn't smell the fear that clung so closely to his skin.
After a few minutes rinsing off in a hot shower, he was now moving down the large hallway outside of his bedroom door. The large cabin was quiet, after all, he was the only one actually residing in the house. The other members of the Sterling Pack were scattered across their large piece of land, their cabins laying closer to the forest line. The large house that Rowan was currently strolling through sat right near the cliffside, giving the best advantage points and best views -- there was a direct road from the entrance to the house, but no other roads crossed the open plains. None of the pack members ever seemed to mind the morning walk to breakfast, or the walks back for bed. It was a way for everyone to be guaranteed privacy, but also allow for a pack like living. Rowan knew there was enough rooms in his cabin for the majority of his pack members, however, the rooms would only be occupied for emergencies, if the pack needed to be completely together. Otherwise, Rowan was very relaxed with the formation of the pack.
Rowan was wearing black sweats and a light gray t-shirt, perfect attire for a run. His run would be more like a perimeter sweep but he was Alpha, and he could do as he pleased -- regardless of how much his Beta and Head Enforcer might complain. He was not one of those lazy alpha to sit on their aśs while the rest of the pack did their jobs, and more. He also was not a very controlling alpha. Rowan believed that if a wolf wanted to be in this pack, it was their choice, not his. He would not force anyone to stay and if suddenly he was without a pack, there would be no anger on his side. The dark haired male refused to turn into his father, or his father's allies.
His thoughts slowly subsided by the end of his perimeter run; there were no current dangers lurking in the shadows. For once, the pack was in a state of peace, besides inner turmoil between pack members. There were no threatening alphas, no challenges against Rowan, and luckily, the pack was able to sleep through the night for once -- for once, not having to look over their shoulder, sleeping with one eye open.
His run allowed him to check on some of his pack members, at least knowing that they remained in their cabin, asleep. He had passed by Robin's cabin first, the smell of medicine strong even from the outside -- but he could hear the even breathing within. He also passed by Ryland's and Elaina's, both remained in their cabins, their scents strong, meaning they were still inside and hopefully, sleeping until dawn.
Rowan had barely started sweating by the time the sun was rising, meaning that it was nearly the time of six thirty in the morning. Some of the pack would start to rise for breakfast in main cabin, but others would sleep right through it -- some of his wolves were not morning people at all, true to their wolves' nature.
The alpha paused at the steps of his cabin. The air was clean this morning, not at all hazy or smokey -- the past couple of wildfires that ran wild the last couple of months have subsided as they entered into the cooling month of September. The birds were chirping as they flew through the sky and landed, picking at the grasses. The faint scent of deer and rabbit could be smell, as they were probably here up until the movement of a predator brought them to a run.
It was a good day, for once. Rowan prayed to mother nature, to God, that it would stay like that.
His pack deserved peace, more than anything.
Rowan felt like he did not deserve these wolves, their loyalty, but not just that -- their friendships.
He frowned lightly to himself before heaving himself up the stairs, and into the kitchen. The mother hen of the pack was away visiting some family and friends in another pack, which meant that Rowan accidentally offered that he would be the one making the meals until she returned home.
Well, it was time to see who would actually be coming to breakfast this morning. He laughed to himself, hopefully no one and then he would get out of making breakfast. Hey, maybe they would be okay with just coffee, he thought as he poured himself a steaming black cup and settling against the cold counter.
robin ashwood -- The last thing her fur felt was the gentle touch of a wet creeping ivy leaf. She parted through the last few ferns that edged the small back yard of her cabin home. She had to blink a few times to get used to her human eyesight once again; having been a wolf for most of the night, coming back to the duller senses of a mere human took a while for the young Robin Ashwood to get used to. No longer could she smell the sharp scent of the ocean a mile or two away. No longer could she see every little detail on the trees, the bark, the leaves. No longer could she hear the faint scuttles of mice and ground squirrels dancing in the forest. Everything in the world seemed so dull now that she was back in her human form, but her mind was at least just as quiet, just as silent. That’s what she had been hoping for when she had given up her human form last night. The wolf had been right there, so easy for her to grasp, so she had reached out and grabbed on tightly. She had let herself go into the world of the wild last night.
The sounds of bones breaking and rip fleshing plagued her like a devilish shadow last night. Darkness had engulfed her mind, the sounds of her sister’s pleading cries, the sounds of her mother’s mournful cry. That had all swamped her thoughts in the night. It had been too much, too much for the young healer. So much so that she had to just get away from it all by running into the woods in the mind of the canis lupis. All night had she run through the wilds of northern California in the form of a thick-furred she-wolf. Robin had been running from her thoughts, running and running until she could no longer. Robin didn’t even know how far she had went last night; she had been cautious to stay in pack territory, but she had went and didn’t think she would ever stop.
”I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll heal you.” That comment had been so empty, so dishonest. She hadn’t been able to save her little sister in any way possible. Before she could have even tried Fawn was gone, a broken corpse of what she had once been. May her spirit run with wolves before us, Robin had prayed just about every night after her sister’s death. She thought the same for her mother. No matter how terrible her mother had been for running and leaving her only surviving daughter, Robin only hoped the best for Laurel Ashwood. She was dead now, Robin just knew. Laurel had been so broken. Her spirit had been destroyed. No wolf could survive with a broken spirit - even if it wasn’t confirmed, Robin just knew that her mother had taken her own life. Deep down the healer just felt it to be true.
But those thoughts were what had Robin running last night. Being a wolf sometimes helped her when the harsh memories came back to eat at her. It hadn’t been enough for her, though. It helped, but not all the way.
Robin let out a slow sigh. Dawn was streaking through the sky in a colorful array of soft pinks and gentle oranges. Was it really that time, already? She didn’t even feel a longing for her bed. There was no sense in lingering on the memories of the past, of last night. Robin had more to do than just wallow in her own sorrow. She was safe within the pack now. Rowan was the alpha. He was somebody Robin looked up to with great respect; he had saved the Sterling Pack from his abusive father. Robin thanked Mother Nature every day for Rowan and the security he brought not only to her but to the whole pack itself. Robin threw those thoughts out for now, though. She had something she needed to do before she could go out and see about breakfast for the morning. The pack member that usually made breakfast wasn’t here right now as she was visiting other family and whatnot, but breakfast was important. If nobody else was at it, Robin wouldn’t mind making a quick something for herself and anything else if somebody came in as well. She was a decent cook, certainly not the best, but it was edible at least.
Before she could go out of her own yard Robin went out to the little porch of her cabin. With quick movements she scooped up a gallon bowl full of scratch corn. She then walked out to the back of her cabin, smiling softly as the calming clucks of her four hens came to her ears. Hens? Oh yeah, Robin had some chickens to call her own. A bit odd to think of a canine shifter to have such animals, but they were helpful to Robin. They helped keep her mind off of things when she needed the warmth of another. With nobody to call her mate, Robin practically only had her chickens for right now.
Opening the coop door, she was greeted by the largest hen, an Ancona by the name of Specs. Robin laughed under her breath and reached down, petting the sassy hen before gently pushing her away. The other three hens waited for the food, and luckily for them Robin threw out the gallon of feed and there the chickens went, pecking away at the corn. Robin stood there for a few moments to watch her four hens. They made her happy. It was one of the little things that Robin took care of to keep her mind off of things, and just because she found raising things to be fun. She even cared for a small garden along with her chickens. But all of that could be saved for later. Her garden didn’t need any work on it right now, so Robin could take care of herself now.
Leaving the chickens the healer ran up to her cabin for a few moments, freshing herself up and making it look as if she hadn’t slept any last night. She especially didn’t want to look like she had been running around all night, either. Once she was satisfied with her looks - her brown hair brushed out, a new T-shirt and jeans on - Robin made her way to the alpha’s cabin. While it was Rowan’s home, the pack gathered there for meals and meetings. She was in the mood for something light on this calm September morning - maybe a bowl of granola or something if the pack still had any in the main kitchen. This stayed on Robin’s mind as she entered the main cabin and headed up the all too familiar stairs that led up to the kitchen. Almost as soon as she entered she spotted the all too familiar figure of Rowan Hunter, the current alpha.
A welcoming smile crossed the female’s lips. ”Morning, Rowan,” she greeted into the air that now smelled of dark coffee.
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Post by mags on May 29, 2017 17:47:41 GMT -5
omg i'm so sorry i haven't finished my form yet i promise i'm working i just woke up v sick today & i'm super easily distracted lol
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Post by Gengar on May 29, 2017 17:51:28 GMT -5
claim on the hacker-- - first and last name; middle and nick names are optional.
- description / personality, of course. faceclaim / link to picture are optional.
- wolf description. your wolf side does not need to look like your human side; the fur can be any shade [ of a natural colored wolf ] but the eyes [ color ] stay the same no matter the form they are in.
- age included somewhere, anywhere
- a distinguished scent, how others know you. example; coffee beans and wood or // cinnamon and spices // if confusing, leave blank and talk to me.
- history, family if you wanted -- as long as it coincides with the role given
- crush or wanted mate // i will be assigning true / imprinted mates but if you have a preference on a character, pm me. you definitely get a choice in the matter, i want you guys to feel comfortable with who you are roleplaying with. if you don't know the other role-players, we can also discuss that. this allows it to be fun, and allow the bonds to add drama to the pack. the whole idea [ nina's wonderful idea ] of this is that only the intended pair will know that they will have their characters mated, and the rest of the roleplayers will not know -- kinda like it would be. if this is confusing, please let me know. any other ideas, also let me know. this one just seemed the most interesting ^^"
- sexuality; heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, etc. please take note that wolves are pack animals and that being with one and other is a natural thing, so try not to do asexual. talk to me first if you're adamant about it. the character's sexualities also will help with mate pairings
- add anything else you would like that would help develop your character
- name ;; Colby Marce. Likes nicknames, sometimes goes by Marcy.
- description / personality ;; [x] There are several different sides to the "mysterious" Colby Marce. There is, of course, the Colby that exists around the pack most of the time. He is smiling; he is happy; he is cracking jokes and will follow the crowd like a, well, puppy (no pun intended.) He loves being included almost as much as he loves computers, and he hates not being invited even to the smallest of things. You went out to lunch without him? He's going to pout for at least a couple of minutes and probably insist that he honestly that little you went to that he's actually never heard of, just to make you feel guilty. However, he can be a bit much to handle for less extroverted and/or friendly wolves. He can be imposing; he doesn't exactly snoop, but often he can overstep and cause awkwardness. Whenever he does, however, he is quick to work himself out. This is another Colby: the smooth-talker. He has a way with words the moment he gets into trouble. Combining this with his inherently submissive nature, it's easy for him to get out of trouble with a minimal punishment or, in some cases, none at all. On the other hand, there is also the Colby that exists around his technology. He is possessive, concentrated, and determined. Colby loves his tech; he gets a little more defensive than usual when he is around it, though not so much that he wouldn't still be considered submissive. However, if he were forced to give up any of his electronic devices, he would only do so reluctantly. He also frowns a lot when he's "working" (ie. hacking something) because he gets very focused. He can often-- as the stereotype goes-- forget to eat, sleep, or, unfortunately, shower. He rarely takes breaks when he's working, and if he does, they were probably forced by someone else.
As for looks, Colby looks decent if he actually cares to look so. Otherwise, he looks half-awake, probably has bed hair, and is wearing an old, faded hoodie. He has dark brown eyes and skin that is somewhat lighter to match. Overall, his face is rather square-shaped with high cheekbones and thin lips (contrasting his rather bushy eyebrows.) His hair is long and dark brown (often mistaken for black). What he does not leave loose around his face, he pulls back into a low ponytail, but it only reaches the nape of his neck. Being put into a ponytail is sometimes the only grooming this hair gets. Colby is lanky; despite being a wolf sometimes, he is still a hacker, and he doesn't get much exercise apart of typing, especially in his human form.
- wolf description ;; [x] Colby is a Red Wolf with both dark and light brown fur in patches; the black fur mostly covers his back and creeps down onto his sides, where it intermingles with the tan fur. He also has some beige fur, namely around his chest area, muzzle, belly, as well as the underside of his limbs and on his paws. His tail seems as if it was tan, then dipped in black paint. He is rather smallish as a wolf, though that is natural of his species.
- age ;; twenty.
- scent ;; coffee & car exhaust.
- history, family ;; maybe I'll add this later cx
- crush or wanted mate ;; n/a
- sexuality ;; biromantic demisexual.
- Colby has a strange relationship with his wolf. Although they are like a dog & master, he is often reluctant on giving his wolf control because it means more time away from the waking world for him. He only does so when necessary, or if his wolf demands it, since his wolf can get restless from the small amount of time Colby gives him. His wolf also recognizes the things that Colby holds dear, and usually stays away from them while it has control. This is something Colby uses to his advantage at times: he may trick his wolf into not messing with certain things/people by spending more time around them for a certain amount of time. Overall, he has a pretty good relationship with his wolf side, though there are some periods of dysfunction, especially if Colby starts to deviate from the unspoken "schedule" the two have.
- faceclaim (in picture) is Avan Jogia.
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