Fantasy | A Bloody Betrayal |Werewolf Pack

[Shatter Glass]

Please use realistic pictures for looks of your wolf and human.


Please make it neat and presentable.


Please use detail when necessary.


Have fun.


Also like in a werewolf pack there are ranks.. (their descriptions are in the Overview)


Alpha- Leader of the pack (Taken by me)


Beta- Second in command


Fighter- Protectors of the pack


Hunters- Hunt, though in this case, they stalk the next victim, studying them, watching them, their habits, skill, etc.


I am only putting here what you need in your CS in a list, it is your job to use whatever codes you use to make it neat, nice and interesting. Okay? Don't use this exact one, because it's out of order.


Name:


Nickname:


Age:


Gender:


Sexuality:


Personality:


Likes:


Dislikes:


Fear:


Skills:


Weaknesses:


History:


Rank:


Looks:


Tattoos/Marking/piercings:


and whatever else you think I might have missed.

 

[Anaxileah]

Sil Mulier

Name:


Silva Mulier


Nickname:


Sil


Age:


19


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Bisexual


Rank:


Beta


Appearance:


Human Form



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Spoiler

Sil has medium brown hair with blonde highlights streaking the chocolate brown as it travels down to her mid back, layered all throughout. She has bangs that occasionally cover her pale blue eyes, edged by her long, dark, eyelashes. Her skin is lightly tanned with some freckles across her cheeks, and remains that same tan as she doesn't burn easily. Her nose is slanted and upturned towards the tip, where her full set of lips are less than an inch below. Her lips are thinner than most, but still retain their full, healthy, figure, and remain a light rosy pink. Her chin is pointed and her jaw angled, defined by the muscles of her face. Her body is proportionate and lean, as she is 5'7" and weighs 135 lbs., thanks to the muscle mass she gained through her traits as a werewolf. Her hair is always worn in a ponytail because of how warm a werewolf's body becomes, so her body is constantly a high temperature. This high temperature makes blushing come quicker to her, but allows her to keep her body heat longer in stretched periods of cold. Her limbs are long and lean, allowing her to move swiftly and run faster than the average human, even if she is just on her two feet.


Wolf Form

In Sil's wolf form, she is a black wolf, the same black as the shadows and as the night. Her eyes are a pale green, and a sign that she will soon change into her wolf form is when her eyes turn from light blue to a vivid pale green, which is sometimes difficult to distinguish. She's a slender wolf and values speed over strength, which is how she became the Beta of the pack.


Tattoos/Piercings:


Sil has a tattoo of a wolf pawprint beneath her navel and a belly button piercing that is usually decorated with a wolf-themed charm.

Personality:


Sil is the relaxed, silent type, who prefers to assess the situation before making a decision. She's quick to avoiding conflict, and has strong control over her wolf, so she is very good at helping the other wolves in the pack calm down in bad situations. She enjoys spending time by herself and loves to read, giving her that 'intelligent' air. In regard to her Alpha, she is highly respectful and will not make eye contact, as is preferred among pack, since eye contact is a challenge of dominance. She can look any other werewolf in her pack in the eyes, though, because of her position as Beta. Her speed allows her wolf to be quick and to the point when it comes to hunting prey, and this allows her to 'play with her food,' which is something she enjoys doing. However, when the subject of humans is brought up, she growls and her eyes turn their bright green, as the subject is severely sensitive to her.


Likes:


+Reading


+Winter/Snow


+Being in wolf form


+The color light blue, just like her eyes


+Being able to sense the pack members


Dislikes:


-The Change (it is painful and takes a while)


-Being told what to do by wolves other than her Alpha


-Water


-The Group (I don't know what they're called)


Goal(s):


To follow the Alpha's commands and help protect the pack.


Fear(s):


Swimming, the ocean (the density of wolves' muscles is quite heavy, preventing them from being able to float well in water)


Talents:


~Singing


~Dancing


~Sparring


Strengths:


In Human Form


<Sparring


<Jujitsu Training


<Heightened Senses (though not as strong as in wolf form)


In Wolf Form


<Speed/Dexterity


<Enhanced Strength/Agility


<Heightened Senses


Weaknesses:


In Either Form


>Water, any form of swimming (showers are okay, but baths aren't for her)


>Anger and other emotions force the Change


>Moon has an effect on the Change, forcing it to happen faster near full moon time


History:


When Silva was born, her parents abandoned her and left her to be raised by humans. Around the age of 3, Sil happened upon a kind and welcoming human family that nurtured her and raised her to be a healthy werewolf girl, whom was kind and peaceful even in her wolf form. At the age of 10, her adoptive brothers and sister were like best friends to her, and they played with all of the free time they had. The young ones bonded and promised to never abandon one another, which filled little Sil's heart with a sense of belonging. However, Sil continued to feel a hole in her heart, which ended up being the need for a pack, unbeknownst to little Sil. At the age of 13, things began to change for Silva, because of the new group of humans that arose. Their impact was small at first, so she didn't have anything to worry about, until a couple of months later.


On her birthday, December 28th, Silva was mortified to find her parents dead in their home, plastered across the couch in multiple pieces, as if they were torn apart. Silva was the first to find them, as her two brothers and sister were out running errands for their parents. She ran to the couch, not caring about the blood, and cradled her mother and father, weeping over their torn bodies. The blood of her parents covered her arms, her jeans, and her blouse, but she didn't care. Her siblings did, however. They came to the entrance to find their werewolf sister sitting amongst their parents, and immediately thought she was an abomination who had murdered their parents. They turned on her, and the betrayal they felt equaled her own as they attempted to take her life. Silva did the only thing she could do without killing her siblings - run.


The werewolf girl ran for as long as she could on her two legs, easily outrunning her siblings, despite their shouts and vows to kill her as long as they lived. Sil was terrified and hurt, betrayed and devastated, and continued to be until she couldn't run any longer. She had no idea where she was, how long she had been running, nor what she would do now, without a home and without a family. At that point, Silva shifted into her wolf form, finding comfort in her other skin, despite the painful changing process. After becoming her wolf, Silva hid amongst bushes and fell unconscious, exhausted and defeated.


Several hours after Silva had fallen unconscious, she felt the nuzzle of another wolf against her, causing her to stir and open her pale green eyes. The wolf before her would become her Alpha, her new pack, and she would no longer feel that gaping hole in her heart. She had looked into the eyes of a black and white wolf with pale blue eyes alongside another wolf, which was her Alpha's sister. Because of this, Silva hates to celebrate her birthday, but celebrates the day after because of her being discovered by the Alpha and his sister. She became more open, mostly with the first couple members of the pack, and came to enjoy their company as a wolf. As a human...she didn't know quite yet.

 

[Shatter Glass]

Character 1 of 2 (or more) - Jonathan Ambrose

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• First Things First
• A Little in Depth
• On the Outside
• History

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  Name: Jonathan Christopher Ambrose
  
  
  Nickname: John, Johnny, J, J.C., Boss, etc
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexuality: Straight
  
  
  Rank: Alpha
  
  
  
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  Personality: First and foremost, Jonathan is quite protective of his pack, especially his little sister, whom he tries to overprotect, but she, like many, tends to push away from it. He does everything he feels is best for the pack and would never do anything to risk any of their lives, not wanting to go through what he went through with his parents with his pack members, which he has grown close to, each one of them. He knows their stories, even if the other pack members don't and tries to build a close relationship with them as if they were blood family, but he feels they are family either way. He doesn't like punishing them, unless if feels it is absolutely necessary. He is generally an okay person. He tends to like to have fun when the time is right for it. He can be funny, outgoing, like to joke around, play a few harmless pranks, etc, but when the time isn't needed he is serious and focused on the well being of the pack. To hide any weakness, he tends to have this resting emotionless face, which seems to only go away with those that are close to him force it to by trying to get him to show what he is thinking and feeling. He tends to have a bit of a short temper, easily pissed off by those other than pack members since he has lived with them long enough to have some patience, and when you do, it can never be pretty. If you piss him off, he will basically stop at nothing. He won't show you any mercy, involving yelling, a few threats (either death or hitting), a few throws, etc, depending on the seriousness of how you pissed him off and who is around. If it winds up in a fight, or when he fights, he generally fights to kill or seriously injure, showing no mercy and complete ruthlessness.
  
  
  Likes: Training | Hunting | Changing | Dark Blue | His Pack Family | Swimming | Winning | Leading | etc
  
  
  Dislikes: People Messing With His Sister and Pack | Losing Someone | Having to Punish One of His Pack Members | Hiding | Looking Weak | etc.
  
  
  Fear: His Death | Losing Those He Cares About in Some Way |
  
  
  Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat | Playing Piano | Swimming | Hiding His Emotions
  
  
  Strengths: Speed | Strength | Stamina | Swimming | Heightened Senses
  
  
  Weaknesses: Stubborn | Short Temper | Loss
  
  
  
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  Description: Besides what you see in the picture, Jonathan is rather tall, reaching about six feet, two inches in height, mostly legs, and weighs about a hundred and sixty pounds, mainly muscle, thanks to his athletic build he needs to be a werewolf, or a healthy one. He is lean, with a fair bit of muscle and very little fat. A bit closer, you can see his bluish gray eyes, a very average looking nose, and his thin lips that are on the full side. He hair, he tends to want to grow out, but he doesn't really let it grow past his chin, only pulling it back sometimes, though he usually just leaves is a bit messy. Normally, he wears outfits that just consist of jeans, a t-shirt/tank top and converse/vans, but once in a while you will see him dressed up, or in something different.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Description: Jonathan's wolf form is a large white and black wolf with eyes of an icy blue color. He tends to have more muscle, since he works that more than strength to easier overpower most opponents.
  
  
  Tattoos/Marking/Piercing: John does have a nose ring in his left nostril, though it isn't always there. He has a few scars on all over his body from fighting, which aren't visible on his wolf form, but are slightly visible normally, but they are small and faded.
  
  
  
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  Born on the chilly third day of December, Jonathan was born into a healthy family of werewolves, including his parents, his older brother and later his younger sister. His parents, Martha and Joseph Ambrose, trained their kids to be fighters, but not complete warriors, since they still taught them to love and be himself, but he was trained to fight, kill, show no mercy to those that deserve what they are getting, hide his emotions, etc. Overall their family was happy. Key word was.
  
  
  Jonathan was walking home from school with his older brother, Christian, they were both in middle school, just one grade behind each other, when they came home to the complete slaughter of their parents. Both boys were devastated, but Chris managed to get the both of them to pull themselves together before Nicole got home. Christian packed, while Jonathan was to wait for Nicole at her bus stop, as protection and to keep her from seeing their parents. The plan went well, so they ran off, not telling Nicole right away, lying to her that they were meeting their parents. When the time did come, Christian was the one that told her and calmed her down from her reaction, wanting to run away and go back.
  
  
  After a small while, the trio was living great, they got along, helped each other improve on their skills, were almost happy again, but it seemed that just when they were getting better, it went downhill. The trio was attacked in their own home in the middle of the night, when Jonathan was almost 18 years of age. Thinking quickly Jonathan worked on getting Nikki out, because that was their plan if anything were to happen. Well, when Jonathan went to go back to help his brother, it was too late. It was a professional hunter that was killing him, using silver. Jonathan ran back to his sister and forced her and himself to run as far as they could and not look back. Grieve when they stop, it was the only thing they could do, knowing their brother wouldn't want them to do anything else.
  
  
  For another small while, maybe a few months, Jonathan and Nicole lived alone together, going from place to place, until soon enough they started a pack. Starting with Sil, when they found her laying against some bushes. Both checked if she was okay and welcomed her to join them and it was like that for the rest of the pack as Sil was followed by Sergei and so on.
  
  
  (We'll start by them arriving at the safe house)
  
  
  

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sergei Blackwood

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Never

Name:

Sergei Erik Blackwood




Nickname:

Blackwood, Erik




Age:

20




Gender:

Male




Sexuality:

Heterosexual
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Back

Personality:

He grew up learning how to fight and control himself, making a very stoic and imposing figure with a silent brooding gaze that pierces one's conscious. The young man knows no hesitation in a fight, doing what must be done to show he prevails in the fight. He is silent and distrustful but not necessarily unsociable. Sergei has a hard time with working teams, having worked to survive on his own for a good six years but he does try although his temper has short fuse in such situations. Unwillingly, he has befriended the Alpha to a degree, still unsure about everything and everyone, finding the world to be much too big and cruel as the mafia has taught him. While he does have a sense of humor, it is slow to surface, his walls still up within his personality. The Russian despises oppression and will openly lash out against the source. But his patience is almost eternal if one tries to annoy him, brushing them off like leaves on his shoulder. He doesn't take any bait but if the situation is pressed and grows very insulting, he'll silence such qualms with whatever means necessary.




Likes:

Blood of his enemies red


Fighting, brawling


A challenge


The chase


Playing his fiddle


Classical music


Sketching




Dislikes:

His uncle


Loud, obnoxious sounds


Restrictions


Personal space invaders


Screeching


Meaningless chases




Fears:

Death


That being said, dying like a dog


His uncle coming for him


The beast overtaking the man




Skills:

Playing string instruments


Eating


Survival


Sketching




Strengths:

Fighting spirit


Agility


Stamina


No hesitation




Weaknesses:

Teamwork despite everything


Bach, Beethoven


Liquor


Guilt


Berserker




History:

Sergei is the son of a Russian married couple deeply involved with the mafia within the United States. His brogue is not as strong as his parents but it still gives him that intimidating Russian flare. He grew up, learning how to fight both offensively and defensively. His favorite style was offensive martial arts and he was well trained in wrestling, boxing, and more specific martial arts. This was all before he suddenly disappeared as a young teenager when walking home alone, as he had insisted from his guards that he was capable of killing any assaulter. He was wrong. Sergei was mauled by a wolf in the streets and left for dead. Luckily, the boy was found immediately and sent to the hospital where he recovered on the surface. Unfortunately, beast blood flowed through his veins and when he lost his temper on the rare occasion, he awoke naked and surrounded by the ravaged bodies of his kin in the mafia. Horrified and confused, he was able to somewhat understand he had done this and ran away. A natural survivalist, Sergei spent his last few months in human society researching before disappearing into the woods. No doubt his family knew of his condition, especially his myth-obsessed uncle who had told him tales about slaying beasts. Sergei had thought he'd been lying. He believed his uncle's tales then and disappeared from the face of the earth, to prevent his untimely demise should his former family find him. He was picked up by a pack in the woods many years later of being rogue. He has devoted his energy to protecting this new family but years of paranoia and being alone make him distrustful of this new family, believing they'll turn on him just as easily as the mafia.

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Down

Rank:


Protector





Looks:


He has the brown locks of his mother that he keeps long and occasionally ties back to keep it out of his face when working or training. He is on the larger side of lean build but he isn't really buff. His green eyes are tranquil in nature but they ignite with his emotions openly. He keeps his face shaven for the most part but he allows a shadow to grow every once in a while. Sergei wears simple attire: a t-shirt, jeans, work boots, and a hoodie if need be.


His wolf form is a gray timber wolf pattern with striking amber eyes.

Spoiler

Tattoos/Marking/piercings:

This tattoo sits largely in the middle of his upper back. It is of the revered ravens of Odin, inspired by his uncle's preaching and tales.

Spoiler

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Laire MacLain

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Not all

Name:

Laire Fia MacLain




Nickname:

Fi




Age:

18




Gender:

Female




Sexuality:

Heterosexual
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Who wander

Personality:

Laire is kind and very loving, someone who can sense disturbance in others and help them out with it. She is still an avid hunter but her kills are clean and painless, showing respect to the beasts she takes down. She is very open with her emotions and finds no weakness in them, believing that one should feel what their feeling instead of bottling up and exploding. Although not hyper and jumper, she is rather giddy and prefers a joyful situation over dark, brooding tension. She finds such feelings consume the source and would prefer giving light and life than sucking it away.

Likes:

Green of the forest

Meat

Hunting

Her pack

Loyalty

Puns/Jokes/Pranks

Laughing

Dislikes:

Vegetables

Prejudice

Betrayal

Fighting

Porcupines

Ducks, geese, and swans. Oh my!

Fears:

Her new pack falling apart like her old one

Losing and loss

Ducks, geese, and swans

Skills:

Professional

hummer, but don't ask her to sing

Enlightening a situation

Stopping fights

Pranks

Strengths:

Stamina

Agility

Speed

Being the hunter

Weaknesses:

Can't handle a fight very long

Docile

Stubborn

History:

Laire was one of the twins born in July in the country side of the United States, growing up on a ranch that took care of cattle despite her family's prominent predator issues. She grew an affinity for connecting with larger animals and nature but steered clear of the chickens. She was only taught how to control her sense and hone them for hunting that her family did quite often. Laire and her twin brother were very close, practically inseparable until they grew older and their personalities began to differ. While Laire was more kind-hearted, her brother was vicious and merciless. Their family was a part of a larger pack in the area that hunted monthly together to keep bonds strong. But there was a mole in the pack and members began disappearing, either being found dead and heavily mutilated by silver or their bodies were never found. The time came around when the MacLain family was targeted. They were ambushed in the night, the parents slain while protecting Laire and her brother and Laire's brother then turning on her as he was the mole. She was somehow able to batter him back and escape with a cut from a silver sword on her side. The cut wasn't serious but it was very painful and slowed her progress of escaping. She thought she was going to die until she ran into a pack of younger wolves and was allowed to join them.

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Are lost

Rank:


Hunter





Looks:


Laire follows her Scottish/Irish bloodline with her red hair and blue eyes. She is petite but not short, having the build of a cross country runner. A few light freckles are sprinkled over her cheeks like kisses. She usually wears a fashionable blouse, skinny jeans, and boots with a matching coat to go along with her whole attire.


Her wolf form is a red wolf with silver eyes.

Spoiler

Tattoos/Marking/piercings:


She has regular ear piercings but other than that, there is nothing marking her body except a few scars.

Spoiler

 

[Shatter Glass]

Characrer 2 of 2 (Maybe)- Nicole Ambrose

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Name:

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Nicole Marie Ambrose

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Nickname:

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Nikki, Cole, Ambrose, etc

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Age:

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18

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Gender:

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Female

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Sexuality Straight

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A Little In Depth

Personality:


Nicole is definitely not like most girls. Shen tends to take a lot after Jonathan, since they grew up close, but she is a bit more laid back then him. She likes to play the "I'm tough" card since she doesn't want to be seen s weak, but she probably could kick someone's butt, or at least not be afraid to try. But it's not a good idea to provoke her, she's feisty and will figure out ways to win, even if it is by means of a mental attack before the means of ruthless aggression to bring you down. Through through it all, deep down Nicole can and does have a kind heart and caring soul. She is care-free, free-willed, stubborn, a bit reckless and tends to like to tease people and joke around a bit, like her brother. And even though she can be sarcastic and a bit of a bitch, she will always try to be there for her fellow pack members.


Like:


Changing | Running | Hunting | Having Fun | Piercings | Reading | etc

Dislikes:


Losing Those She Cares About | Humans That Are Hunting Their Kind | Silver | Being Afraid

Fears:


Being Alone | Losing John or Any Of Her Fellow Pack Members |Her Death

Talents:


Sing | Hand-To-Hand Combat | Swimming

Strengths:


Speed | Quick Thinking | Swimming | Stamina


Weaknesses:


Not As Strong As The Others | Stubborn | Can Be A Bit Reckless


Rank:


Nikki really doesn't have a rank, since she can be classified as a Hunter and a Fighter.

On The Outside

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Appearance: Nicole is pette in size, around 5'2'' in length and bout 115 to 120 lbs, but most of it is some muscle she has built up growing up. Her eyes are a and icy gray in color with her long brown hair that she usually just leaves down or put it up in a pony or a braid or whatever matches her outfits, which are whatever she feels like wearing, but she mostly wears shorts or skinny jeans with a tank top or t-shirt.

Tattoos:


She has a paw print on her inner right wrist

Piercings:


Her ears, nose, and belly button are all pierced with just small simple piercings

Markings:


She just has small thin scars randomly through her body

History

Born in the same happy family as her brother, which included her older brother and parents. They lived happy and grew up training, but at the same time having that bit of fun, but that sadly didn't last long.

Nicole was in the fifth grade when her parents did, never have seen their physical bodies, but having been told through her brothers, who had found the body when they had came home. She was just coming off the bus when she saw Jonathan, thinking nothing of it since of recent werewolf deaths were growing, think it was that reason she had greeted her older brother with a smile, which she got a small one in return. She started piecing the pieces together after she was forced away from the direction of home, met with Christian and was guided into running and walking in a direction way from the house in the forest. They had told her that they were meeting her parents, but when it became apparent they weren't she started asking questions and demanding answers. She got her answer that her parents were dead and they were running. She wanted to run back to them to see for herself, which she did, but Chris was slightly faster and convinced her to stay.

After a small while, the trio was living great, they got along, helped each other improve on their skills, were almost happy again, but it seemed that just when they were getting better, it went downhill. The trio was attacked in their own home in the middle of the night, when Nicole was about 16. Jonathan had forced her out of the house and in a place where she was well hidden. She seemed to have sat there for some time, which she found out when he came back that Chris was dead. Broken, again, Nikki understood that grieving would have to come when they feel they have stopped in a relatively safe place, which she took complete advantage of by crying her eyes out once she got there, but from then on she learned to hide them, knowing Chris would want her to remain strong,


For another small while, maybe a few months, Jonathan and Nicole lived alone together, going from place to place, until soon enough they started a pack. Starting with Sil, when they found her laying against some bushes. Both checked if she was okay and welcomed her to join them and it was like that for the rest of the pack as Sil was followed by Sergei, Laire, and so on, some she has grown a bit close to and others they are just neutral.

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[wolfborn4]

((I'm not good with coding but I will try an make this look as good as I can...sorry if I'm not as good as everyone else, I just love werewolf rps))

Name:

Lillianna West

Nickname:

Lilly

Age:

21

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Straight

Personality:

She's very timid and shaky, she has a bad habit of tapping on her thighs or messing with her hair when she's nervous, with such a shy personality she's highly sensitive and cries very easily. She tries not to seem pathetic, though she is very good at hiding her black belt skills, she rarely uses them unless she loses it...and you don't want that to happen.


She doesn't really like hanging around people very much so she's quiet around crowds and tries to avoid people as much as possible.

Likes:

•The beautiful Moon


•The color Pink


•Singing


•Taking long walks in the forest


•Sweets

Dislikes:

•Having been turned into a werewolf


•The cold


•Being the weakest and smallest one


•Being made fun of

Fear:

•Spiders


•Snakes


•Dying


•Small spaces


•Being restrained

Skills:

•Looking adorable


•Singing


•Dancing


•Making/Fixing things


•Running long distances


•Surprisingly Mixed Martial arts

Weaknesses:

•She's thin and has little muscle mass at all


•Because of how many things she's scared of its easy to overtake her

History:

She was only just recently turned so she hasn't yet to bed a pack... But she has changed multiple times and has tried to get control of it. The guy who bit her was a lone wolf and it was an accident, he ran off and left town right after he bit her... She had witnessed him in the forest hunting and he mauled her. Later when she recovered she found herself feeling different, drawn away from people... She felt herself bonding closer to the forest night after night she would sit in the backyard staring uo at the moon taking long walks.

Rank:

(N/A)

Looks:

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Spoiler

Tattoos/Marking/piercings:

Located on her lower back to the right near her hip



(Sorry if it doesn't meet your standards)

 

[Aglaeca]

Xetari Kane




20 years old. Male. Bisexual. Fighter.

• Personality and History
• Appearance

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  Xetari comes from a scarred past like many others in the pack. He was turned at the age of five when he was on his way home from the park. As a small child he was very inquisitive and he was often sneaking out on his own. This habit is part of what led to his turning. The werewolf had waited alongside the park that he frequented with his parents and one night, he was bitten. To be turned at such a young age left a great impact on Xetari. It is due to this influence of wolf since childhood that creates the internal battle he is always suffering. At times he fears he is at risk for losing the humanity inside of him and succumbing to the wolf. His mother and father, out to seek revenge on the werewolf, were turned shortly after. It was never known to his family who the original werewolf was that bit him. At the time the humans and werewolves existed in peace so whoever turned Xetari, did it without approval (or so Xetari assumes) of the werewolves as a group. His parents assimilated into the werewolf culture with ease to help Xetari's struggles as a werewolf child. There was a brief period when they existed as a family and they were close to happiness. It was not long after when his parents were slaughtered. They were some of the first victims of the original slaughter and it has left him full of bitterness. He constantly blames himself for their deaths. He believes that if he was there he could have saved them. This has been a crippling belief for him emotionally but it is helped drive his motivation to become a fighter. He presents a cold demeanor and a desire for revenge. He is a serious, old soul. Aged beyond his years due to the trauma he has endured over his lifetime, Xetari strikes a fine balance between the humanity within him and the animal. He has a commanding presence when he needs to be aggressive but overall he is more used to following orders. He will do anything that will bring him closer to his goal of revenge. Anything he can do to obtain it is not out of the question. He tries to hide his rather unhealthy ambitions in this aspect. Romantically, Xetari has had a few lovers but never has he felt a deep romantic attraction to anyone besides that. The past few years he has devoted all his time and energy to training to become the best fighter he can be. At this point in his life he regards anything emotional with distaste and uncertainty. He does have a sense of humor, buried underneath his anger, that comes out at the most awkward and inappropriate moments.
  
  
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  Human Appearance
  
  A big part of Xetari's appeal as a fighter is his height. He reaches almost 6'3 feet tall and he has spent his whole life trying to catch his body up to his height. He is lean and muscular. His arms hold the most muscle and he is constantly obsessed with doing anything to build his strength. His eyes are a dark green with flecks of gold when the sunlight hits them. His hair is a dark black that he poorly maintains. It is often straggly and long. He ties it back with a leather strap when he knows he may need to fight. He has no tattoos or piercings.
  
  
  Wolf Appearance
  
  
  In correlation to his human form, Xetari is a large wolf. He is dark black and slate gray with broad shoulders. His torso is lean and muscular. His fur is shaggy and unkempt. His size is an asset but also an hindrance as it makes him slower than other wolves that have less bulk to carry in a fight.
  
  
  
  
  
  

• Likes and Fears

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  Likes
  
  Xetari enjoys hunting and physical training. He is a conservative person that resist things that are too emotionally expressive for him. The one exception to that is music. He loves the sound of all music especially the guitar. In addition he also likes: cigarettes, raw hamburger, black jeans, and swimming.
  
  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  Xetari dislikes being around mundanes. Ever since he was young, he was never around them enough to make him feel comfortable. They give him a nervous feeling that he cannot shake. Being aware of this dislike and a desire to conquer it brought him to his desire to be a fighter. He hides his nervousness from those around him. In addition he also dislikes: human food, tattoos, piercings, and the smell of campfire smoke.
  
  
  
  
  Fear
  
  Xetari is terrified of fire for reasons unknown even to him. Whenever he is near flames, he panics and begins to shake. Regardless of his tough exterior, he is also afraid of being alone forever despite his presence in the pack. He has never allowed himself to be close to anyone since his parents died. His fear of fire is something that he keeps secret as he feels deep shame for anything that causes him fear.
  
  
  

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[writingprotagonist]

Maryam Prim

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Name: Maryam Prim


Nickname: Maryam is often called jokingly "Mom" by some members of the pack; by others her name is shortened to simply "Mary".


Age: Twenty Five


Rank: Fighter


Gender: Female


Looks: Maryam's dark skin has been calloused and scarred from years of battle. Despite her efforts, her hair is uncontrollable and forms a dark cloud on her head. It is occasionally contained to a gray cap. Maryam's human form is tall and sturdy, measuring at 6 ft 2 and weighing 162 pounds. Her causal wear inside of the safe house is a black house dress, tights and a gray hoodie. When on duty or suspecting trouble, Maryam dons a thick leather jacket, green cargo pants, snow boots and long sleeved shirt. However, her staple is her camera, always slung snuggly around the woman's neck or tucking securely into a shoulder bag. Maryam is only seen without it in her wolf form.


Maryam's wolf form resembles her human form in shape. The wolf is very large in stature and is muscular in build, slightly above the size of an adult male wolf. Her markings resemble an average grey wolf's, her thick pelt displaying shades of grey with a white face, underbelly, and paws. Torn fur and deep cuts can be seen where Maryam's scars lie.


Tattoos/Marking/Piercings: Her largest scars run down her back and across her chest, displaying themselves proudly against Maryam's dark skin. On her right shoulder, the bite mark that turned her left it's mark, and Maryam makes no effort to cover it. There are two deep scars across the woman's neck. Avoid questioning about their origins.


Sexuality: Maryam doesn't care for labels and simply loves who she loves.


Personality: Sturdy. The first thing people see in Maryam is often just that. She carries herself in such a way that makes her appear strong and stable, calm but unafraid to use her strength if the situation calls for it. However, despite the aura of stability, Maryam is prone to fits of depression and alcoholism, as well as panic attacks. She holds herself together because the pack needs her, the pack is everything to her. If something threatens the peace of her family she will not hesitate to destroy it with no mercy. Towards her pack mates she is caring and motherly, especially to younger members. Being a parent once herself no doubt plays a role in her protective tendencies. Sometimes this causes her to appear overbearing. The werewolf is level headed when it comes to those she trusts, but her patience can and will run out if pushed. At her best, Maryam is polite and caring with a take charge attitude. At her worst, she is temperamental and manic, destructive to herself and those around her.


Likes: Maryam enjoys the calmer moments, those spent with a good book or with her family. She likes tea and warm afternoons where she can stretch out in the sun. Her favorite color is light gray, because as she puts it; "It's pleasing and soft." Her favorite activity is taking photographs with her polaroid camera. Even Maryam isn't quite sure why she finds this therapeutic, but having a camera in her hands calms her nerves.


Dislikes: Maryam absolutely hates humans, which is unsurprising considering she's a werewolf. She also finds it uncomfortable when others ask about the scars on her neck or when someone brings up certain events of her past. The werewolf hates feeling hungover and smoking. Maryam gets anxious when someone in the pack is hurt or sick;.


Skills: Maryam is a fighter through and through. She is strong and knows self defense in her human form as well as her wolf form. Among her allies, she is a diplomat, breaking up and solving feuds within the pack. On the battlefield, she is fearless and will leave no one behind. Her basic skills are sewing and first aid, which is useful seeing as it is not safe for werewolves to venture into a human hospital.


Weaknesses: Maryam is brash, and in the heat of the moment will often jump into dangerous situations with little regard for her health. This results in many injuries for herself and sometimes others. She is also not the fastest in her human form and her tall height can single her out as a target for enemies. Maryam's temper can get out of hand and when it does she could end up hurting someone she trusts, especially if she is having a panic attack. She can be defiant of orders if she has reason to believe they are not in the pack's best interest. Maryam lacks the skill and patience to learn how to cook.


Fear: Maryam's worst fear is losing her family. The pack is what she has left, without it life has no meaning.


History: Maryam Hatfield grew up in a small farming town that was home to less than a hundred people. She was a happy child who had an affinity for photography. The girl grew up with little knowledge of werewolves, in her town they were shamed and hunted to the point of nonexistence. As she grew older, Maryam grew closer to her childhood friend Isaiah Owens, and at the age of twenty they married and stayed in the same town they'd always known.


Maryam gave birth to twins the next year, a boy and girl named Kian and Lucy. However, they were born weak and sickly, and despite Maryam's best efforts, they died two months after their birth. Both Maryam and Isaiah fell into a deep depression and turned to alcohol in their grief. Isaiah became violent and verbally abusive towards his wife; he told her constantly their children's death was her fault. One winter night his anger boiled over and he launched himself at Maryam, brandishing a knife. He carved two deep cuts into her neck before the young woman managed to escape his grasp. Maryam attempted to seek solace from her friends and family, but they blamed Isaiah's abuse on her and told her it was her fault for marrying the man, for being too young and weak to bear children.


The young woman ran away as soon as the wounds on her neck healed. She hoped that she would find her death in the forest that was rumored to house werewolves. Maryam found herself attacked and bitten by a member of the pack, but was spared death. At first, she was terrified of her new home, but it wasn't long before she found the pack was more of a family to her than humans had ever been. Four years later, Maryam has found her place as a werewolf and will protect her newfound kin to the death. She abandoned both her maiden and husband's name and changed her last name simply to "Prim".


(I am not versed in code, I'm sorry if this is not neat enough)

 

[Shatter Glass]

And yea, Sil has the Beta spot. Though the male for Beta is still available.

 

[writingprotagonist]

Okay, thanks for telling me! I changed Maryam's rank to fighter.

 

[Shatter Glass]

Okay thanks

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

James Law

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Rise and Rise Again

Name:

James Elliot Law




Nickname:

Jamie




Age:

36




Gender:

Male




Sexuality:

Heterosexual
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Until Lambs

Personality:

He is a rogue, has been for many a year. Jamie looks out for himself but whenever he was in a pack, he was the most loyal as he had fierce moralities and cares deeply for his fellow people that have earned his trust. He is a patient soul and is cunning and more clever than he should be at his age. 'Gandalf' his old pack called him a many years ago because he acted as a guide (in a respectful manner) and looked out for all those in the pack, thanks to the original teachings of his clan. James has long accepted the beast, one of the rare few who can find a balance with their wolf, and since then he has no problems with blood thirsting. He prefers more tactical affairs and has larger goals than nailing as much females in the pack he can or hunting down the most prey. Jamie is very focused and balanced, his tranquility sometimes rubbing off of others. But beware those who disturb a peaceful soul for souls such as his had to be diabolical before they could become calm and durable. He doesn't like charging head on, preferring to ambush the target.

Likes:

Chess


Solitude (sometimes)


Meditation


The endless blue of the sky


Sarcasm/spunk

Intellectuals

Dislikes:

Rude/Disrespect


Impulsiveness


Narrow minded individuals


Hunters


Other werewolves


Silver




Fears:

Fire


Death


Screams of the dead


Paranoia of being watched(which then leads to more paranoia...)




Skills:

Look at a situation with a cool mind


Strategies


Ambushes


Chess


Meditating/staying balanced


Anatomy of the wolf/healing silver inflicted wounds




Strengths:

Speed


Agility


Quick minded


Stamina




Weaknesses:

Sometimes his vision and hearing fade in a fight


Guilty conscious


Can't leave someone hanging/self sacrificial


He'll be the hero and one day he just might die for it




History:

Jamie had a normal life in Canada. He road moos, drank syrup, and spread happiness with his kindness. Just kidding. He was born to werewolf parents and turned when he was five. His particular pack, which was so big it was a clan, knew how to change a young person and help them overcome the howling blood that rushed through their veins. The 'Uncorrupt' were well aware of the most prominent tribe of werewolves in Canada, numbering to almost five hundred wolves, and declared war on them first. The clan was divided by the ones who wanted to keep peace and those who wished to avenge the first slaughters of their kin. Frustration grew to anger and anger grew to betrayal. The entire clan clashed after six months of quarreling, their beast sides taking over and trying to show dominance. Jamie's father died, a peacekeeper, in the civil war and he and his mother escaped when he was fourteen to a new location with the rest of the peaceful souls. But they were intercepted by a squad of hunters. Of the forty escaping werewolves, three survived. Jamie was one of them. His mother was not, dying in the ambush to save her son.


Since then, Jamie has wandered, floating in and out of packs on a weekly basis. This angered many and word got out not to let in the rogue brindle-furred wolf in the north west then in the south and mid. Eventually he stopped joining packs, knowing they would only grow bitter because of hurt pride when he left unexpectedly and without explanation. Jamie didn't want to relive the nightmare in Canada and refused to stay in any pack. But, as fate would have it, a girl changed this. Jamie was twenty four when he came across a small hunting party, himself and them in wolf form. Love at first sight was not what it was but there was a rooted attraction between the two and he was accepted into the large pack. They married and had three kids, each a year a part from oldest to youngest. It was four years later, on their eldest child's birthday, that the hunters found Jamie again and ripped away all that was precious from him. He was knocked out in the fight, presumed dead because of his still form, but he woke to the aftermath in the forest. His wife and children lay dead in the midst of the bloody corpses of the rest of the pack, burning in one of the beginning bonfires the hunters made. He himself woke up in one of these burning piles, only his legs bearing the scars of the flames. Something broke in the man and a cold calmness overcame his usual rambunctious attitude. Since then, he has yet to join another pack as he hunts down the Uncorrupt one by one by wandering the United States and southern Canada in vengeance for his first and second family, never reveling in the bloodshed. Only walking off with cold, unfulfilled revenge. He utilizes this new ambition to further the werewolves cause of survival against the hunters. But, if he's honest, he only says this to justify his bottled up bitterness.

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Become Lions

Rank:


Beta


Looks:


Jamie has short brown hair that gets into his eyes when not pushed back. He keeps a trimmed beard that has a bit of silver appearing in it. His brown eyes are rather warm and understanding but they can also hold something fierce and frightening.


His wolf form has a dark, brindle pattern fluffy coat and his eyes are a dull amber.

Spoiler

If you couldn't tell...he's the big one who looks extremely annoyed.


Tattoos/Marking/piercings:


Jamie has plenty of scars but all are faint, showing he had a reckless youth and a wise past as an adult.

Jamie has tribal/decoral tattoos that spread all over his upper body. He has just a tribal sleeve on his right arm and his left has Celtic tattoos as a sleeve and on his torso.

Spoiler

 

[CincoSomberGrey]

May I be a loner?

 

[Shatter Glass]

Like she/ he will never be part of the pack just interact with them?

 

[CincoSomberGrey]

That is correct.

 

[Shatter Glass]

I mean I guess, but I don't know how they will be constantly interacting with someone. Since loners don't usually stay in one place like long.

 

[CincoSomberGrey]

Name: Caspian


Nickname: N/O


Age: 20


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Personality: Caspian is simple. She hates when people tell her what to do, so she will purposely do the opposite. She has derived an entire lifestyle of being by herself, and straying from that isn't something she will do. Caspian originally grew up in an old pack that has since dispursed. You could say that's where her complete hatred of pack life derived from. She is a free spirit, doing whatever she wants whenever she wants.


Likes: Fighting. Caspian lives for the fight, and she has become quite good at it as well, she could rival an alpha. She also enjoys hunting and mouthing off. Pushing others buttons makes her day.


Dislikes: Leadership of any kind. If there is someone in charge telling her what to do, Caspian snaps. She isn't afraid to shift in front of people. She also hates anchovies, funny enough.


Fear: Her greatest fear, as one could guess is living under a leader. Also, anchovies. They freak her out. She has no idea why.


Skills: Fighting dirty/Fluid shifting. Caspian has gotten astounding at shifting between forms at a record speed. She uses this as her own fighting technique.


Weaknesses: Her fluid shifting. She puts herself in real danger when she does it, but she still does, reguardless.


Talents: Caspian has a real talent for doing all the wrong things. She can make anyone angry, and it's become her goal. She has a bad habit of trying hard with those who don't get mad. She herself does not get mad, and doesn't know how she will feel if someone can achieve that.


History: Caspian used to be the daughter of an alpha. That pack disbanded due to reasons she will never disclose. Caspian has trained under that pack, until an incident that clouded her judgement on pack life in general. Since that incident, she has lived out her life in the same town, switching between wolf and human at whimsy. She actually has no idea about the pack living where she does.


Rank: Loner


Looks:

In her human form she looks like this. Her build is thin and agile. She sports a maroon skin tight top with the sleeves rolled up tucked in to faded black jeans. She usually has a woven black beanie slouched on her head, and beat up black ankle boots. Her ears are pierced, double on her left ear. The gems are simple silver studs with the second piercing being a 2 centimeter gold bar. She also has tattoos which will be explained momentarily. She stands about 5'6 without her shoes on.

This is Caspian in her wolf form. She is almost 4 feet high, which is big for a wolf.


Tattoos/Marking/piercings: Her piercings were already mentioned, but she has a small "Bite Me" tattoo on her wrist, maybe an inch long. On her right side, bottom rib, she has: "I give you my last" tattoo-d in cursive. Her last tattoo is a white tattoo of ivy plants scrolling around her hip bones. She does have a long raised pink scar tracing her spinal cord. Her favorite color is red.

 

[CincoSomberGrey]

[QUOTE="Shatter Glass]Like she/ he will never be part of the pack just interact with them?

[/QUOTE]
That is correct. Unless you want her to, she will just cause mischief and make things interesting.

 

[Shatter Glass]

I don't know. I have a feeling you'll get bored.


P.S You are missing a thing or two in your skelly.

 

[CincoSomberGrey]

[QUOTE="Shatter Glass]I don't know. I have a feeling you'll get bored.
P.S You are missing a thing or two in your skelly.

[/QUOTE]
Trust me. I usually use this character and then people think that I am a bad person. Rarely do I ever get bored with her. Also, I'm so sorry! What am I missing!! >,<

 

[Shatter Glass]

Did you read the overview?

 

[CincoSomberGrey]

[QUOTE="Shatter Glass]Did you read the overview?

[/QUOTE]
I followed the overview when making my skeleton.

 

[Shatter Glass]

You're missing in the last rules of the rules.

 

[CincoSomberGrey]

[QUOTE="Shatter Glass]You're missing in the last rules of the rules.

[/QUOTE]
If you are hinting at CS code; I have no idea how to do that. I joined only a few days ago and I have no acess to Internet or a laptop.