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{{Full Name: Tobias Henri Monville
{{Nick Name: Toby {Only those he respects are given the pleasure}
{{Gender: Masculine
{{Sexuality: Heterosexual
{{Age: Eighteen years of maturity
{{Birthday: August fourteenth
{{Rank in Pack: Tobias was once next in-line in another pack, the alpha's only heir, but this didn't help him when his father was challenged for the pack, being somewhat frail due to his ageing, his father lost and with that, his families claim to pack life.
{{Appearance:
{{Hair Colour: Chestnut brown
{{Eye Colour: Azure blue
{{Height: six foot two
{{Weight: one hundred and seventy-two
{{General Style:
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{{Distinguished Markings:
{{Personality: Tobias, being the son of an alpha he was born with the natural gifts of stubbornness, authority and intelligence. Though these are accompanied by his tendency to forget his status and live as if there is no tomorrow, he's understanding, though he will have moments when he's aggression takes over him and he will see no sense.
{{History: Tobias was raised as an only child, the only heir to a once well known and respectable pack, he was only fifteen when his father Rendall, was challenged as alpha by his beta, Malcom. His fathers best friend who had accompanied him since they were pups themselves. His father was the weaker and elder of the two, it was likely to say he lost the struggle for dominance, not too long afterwards Tobias and his family were rejected from the pack, they have lived together up until now, with Tobias' anger consuming him, he abandoned his parents, living the life of a rouge.
{{Family:
- Rendall Fenrir Moville | Father | Ex-Alpha
- Sasha Deena Moville | Mother | Ex- Alpha
{{Crush: None
{{Relationship status: Previously had a long-term girlfriend, though she was not his mate
{{Vehicle or Transportation: N/A
{{Other: This is his wolf appearance (view spoiler)
{First Name} Misty
{Middle Name} Rose
{Last Name} Alexander
{Nick Name} Minnie Mouse, Mist, Rose
Kindness is the best gift
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} Two (2)
{Birthday} July 5th
Minnie Mouse is my hero
{Rank In Pack} Pup
{Appearance}
{Hair Color}Light blonde
{Eye Color} Light Blue with hints of green
{Height} 33 3/4 in.
{Weight} 28.4 lbs.
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{General Style}
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{Distinguished Markings} Has a wolf shaped birthmark on her back
{Personality}
{History}
{Family}
{Crush}
{Relationship status}
{Vehicle or Transportation}
{Other}
Under work
{Middle Name} Rose
{Last Name} Alexander
{Nick Name} Minnie Mouse, Mist, Rose
Kindness is the best gift
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} Two (2)
{Birthday} July 5th
Minnie Mouse is my hero
{Rank In Pack} Pup
{Appearance}
{Hair Color}Light blonde
{Eye Color} Light Blue with hints of green
{Height} 33 3/4 in.
{Weight} 28.4 lbs.
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{General Style}
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{Distinguished Markings} Has a wolf shaped birthmark on her back
{Personality}
{History}
{Family}
{Crush}
{Relationship status}
{Vehicle or Transportation}
{Other}
Under work
{First Name} Rosalie {Middle Name}
{Last Name} Harker
{Nick Name} Ali
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} 19
{Birthday} May 8th
{Rank in Pack} always been a Rouge
{Appearance} http://weheartit.com/entry/35545458
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{Hair Color} Dark Brown
{Eye Color} Gold
{Height} 6'2
{Weight} 104
{General Style} http://janineong.tumblr.com/post/4786...
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{Personality} Rosalie does things her own way, and is very aggressive if threatened. She won't take no for an answer, and is witty and sharp tonged. Rosalie is outgoing,and confident, but likes to be by herself. She has for wand aggression, and won't take orders from anyone, but she wouldn't hurt anyone unless threatened. Rosalie likes to tease people and she is very smart and funny. Rosalie's laugh is unforgettable, but its also very rare, and her smile makes the world spin. Shes not shy and won't be afraid go be herself, she likes being around people, just not all the time.
{History} Her parents fled the Silvermoon pack when they herd about the attack on Shadowfield pack. After living Rouge for awhile, they had Rosalie and when she was three her parents never came back. (view spoiler) Shes been living on her own ever sense then, there were times when she went starving for months because she didn't know how to hunt, but she made it, and now has a job, and is a very skilled hunter.
{Family} Mother- Celeste- Dead
Father- Hunter- Dead
{Crush} Open
{Relationship status} single
{Vehicle or Transportation}http://blog.seattlepi.com/bellevue-pi...
{Other}
"And her blood, he covers her body in bruises and scars..."
{First Name}Lacey
{Middle Name}Elizabeth
{Last Name}Denbers
{Alias(s)}Goes by Kyler or Ky.
{Gender}Female
{Sexuality}Heterosexual
{Age}Twenty.
{D.O.B}24th December
{Pack Rank}Used to be a Scout, but since hitting the road as a rouge with her little sister, she doesn't really have a place within any sort of pack.
{Appearance}
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{Hair Colour}A sandy blonde, verging on being classed a light, mousy brown.
{Eye Color}
{Height}5'9
{Weight}125lbs
{General Style}
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{Distinguished Markings}
{Personality}
You could describe Kyler as being outgoing, and confident, and in some respects she is. She's happy with who she is, comfortable in her own skin, but that doesn't make her one of those people that will go out of their way to brefriend others. Far from it. Ky is much more of a loner, and so the rouge life suits her just fine. She doesn't enjoy socialising with others, she much prefers to be in her own company, and the only person she can get along with is her sister, and that's a test for her as it is. She simply doesn't enjoy conversing. Well she does, its just she doesn't like being...Crowded, if you will. Talking to one person at a time is enough for her. You could say she feels overwhelmed if more than one person starts to stir up conversation.
Ky's temper is something everybody fears. She has terrible anger management issues, so much so that she actually is required to go the a therapist about them; although she has never told anybody of this, besides her sister, for fear of embarrassment, and of course feeling shameful. Anything can set it off, it depends on her mood for the day, how shes feeling beforehand, etc. Nobody has ever managed to stop her anger 'problems', and she tries to keep calm as much as possible, by doing things such as yoga, as well as attending kick boxing classes to burn off any steam. Although be aware, ask Kyler to attempt any other sport and she'll fail miserably. Sport is not her thing, seeing as how she is painfully clumsy, and will often trip over her own feet.
Ky is the type of person that is set in her ways. She likes structure, having plans, knowing what her goals and ambitions are. If these are tipped all hell will break loose and she would probably be close to some type of break down. Yes, structure is a very important part of her life. One that is fragile and easy to tip. This probably formed from her upbringing. For her life simply crumbled. Similar to being a structure 'fanatic' Ky also has very set opinions, ones that are not easily swayed. She has strong morals that are certainly not to be questioned, otherwise you will be met by a sharp tongue and sarcastic and witty remarks.
"...And then I think maybe I was designed to be alone..."
{History}
{Family}
Sienna Rae Dennbers 'Aimee'{17}-Sister.
{Crush}
{Relationship status}Single
{Other}N/A
Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend.
-Plautus.
{First Name}Sienna
{Middle Name}Rae
{Last Name}Denbers
{Alias(s)}Goes by Aimee, for purposes of people not knowing who they are.
{Gender}Female
{Sexuality}Heterosexual
{Age}Nineteen.
{D.O.B}18th June
{Pack Rank}Used to be an , but since hitting the road as a rouge with her little sister, she doesn't really have a place within any sort of pack.
{Appearance}
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{Hair Colour}A dark, rich chocolaty brown.
{Eye Color}
{Height}5'4
{Weight}112lbs
{General Style}
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{Distinguished Markings}
{Personality}
Aimee is often described in a range of words, both good and bad, but a one choice word just seems to perk up time and time again; Free spirited. Aimee is definitely a free spirited young girl. She sees that she only has one life to live, she might as well make the most of it, right? She'll take any opportunity she can grab a hold of, taking it with both hands and gripping on to it tightly. She never gives up, never gives in. Lets just say that she can be particularly persistent when she wants to be.
Aimee is just a ray of sunshine to be perfectly honest. She'll do anything she can to make somebody laugh, even a smile will make her day, as long as she can coax it out of somebody, which she usually can. Her smile is somewhat infectious, even more so if she is trying to hide it, and 9 times out of 10 that smile is usually plastered over her lips, wherever she is, whatever shes doing.
Aimee isn't exactly confident, in fact shes on the shyer side, if you will. Once you get her to open up, which may take a while, and mange to get her to converse with you, brace yourself for having your ear chatted off about mindless things, although don't be mistaken, she isn't stupid, although she can come across as being quite the bubble brain, Aimee is actually smart. Its just that she prefers to be herself, instead of being a box. She likes to be her own person. Yet prefers to fly under the radar. Unnoticed, where as her sister is more; 'I don't give a damn' Aimee is constantly worrying.
If there is one thing that you can expect from Aimee, its that she'll accept anybody for who they are, no questions asked. She is one of those very few people that refrain from judging others, and if anybody decides to badmouth somebody else, she can't stand it. Sure, she has nothing against the person doing it, its just she would rather not participate in stuff like that. She prefers to gain others trust. She doesn't like being the backstabber, even the idea of it makes her want to gag.
Aimee is one of those people that can only be defined in one word; Sweet. She doesn't do it intentionally, its more just a built in sort of thing. Her common nature is to be that way. She accepts anybody and everybody for who they are, in fact, she will welcome them. You need somebody to help you? Aimee is by your side.
The whole world rests upon her shoulders in Aimee's world. The adverts for donating a pound a month for children in Africa bring her to tears, and she is a sucker for falling into that and giving that pound to them. If she sees a homeless person on the street, its a given that she will give him or her any spare change she has, however much that may be. And will always try to treat that person as a friend. Maybe even take them to a cafe and buy them a drink. If she were to find an injured animal, she would take it home a nurse it back to health. It's part of the morals she was taught at such a young age. Something that is just there.
Sure, Aimee's no angel. She isn't flawless. She is constantly vying for peoples approval, wanting to feel needed to somebody. It's probably the reason why she is so nice. She is constantly thinking about what others will think about her, which is why she tries so hard to be nice to anybody and everybody she ever meets. To the point where it comes across as occasionally being annoying. Because everybody wants to see the day when Aimee snaps. Everybody wants to see it. Surely she can't keep her angel-like ways up forever, right?
"Nobody cares unless your pretty or dead".
-Unknown
{History}
Born into a tight knit pack, the second daughter of James and Heather Denbers, at first, life for Aimee, or christed as Sienna, everything was, at first, well. Being the youngest daughter of the alpha's, although having to live under strict ruling from both parents, it also gave her authroity over others. Not that she used it all to often. Aimee has never been one to abuse power, she only used it when needed. For example, when members of the pack her own age were overstepping the line. It was a comfortable place to be in. She enjoyed her life, up until the age of about 11. 11 was the age when the cancer struck her mother, and she was forced to watched the person she had called mummy right from the word go, slowly wither away, until on the day before Christmas, her older sisters birthday, her mother let go, and passed away peacefully in her sleep.
Now, it wasn't at this time Aimee turned to family, nor close friends. No, she turned to the loner of the pack for comfort, somebody who she had barely spoken two words to; Ash. Ashes parents had been hunters, although once one died, and the other went missing, presumed to be a rogue, he had been left completely and utterly alone. And so, Aimee decided it would be her that would pluck up the courage to talk to him. And so with a bit of coaxing she managed to get him to speak to her, and as the months went by the two became the best of friends. And as the years went by, they became even more than that.
Now while their friendship was blossoming, Aimee's father had taken a turn for the worst. Losing your mate can be traumatic, and he had become reclusive, closed off. That was until, on the eve of a year after their mothers death. That's when he snapped. It was then that he beat the two young girls for the first time, with his fists, his feet and any other object he could find. And from there on it esclated to the point where both feared for their lives. As mentioned before, Aimee and Ash's relationship had been progressing, and they had secretly become a 'couple' although this was highly frowned upon, seeing as how they weren't bonded mates. Hence the reason why they kept it to themselves, but Ash wasn't stupid. He noticed the way she flinched sometimes if he moved to quickly, or the small winces of pain if he happened to touch her in places that had been beaten. And so when he confronted her about it, he was less than surprised when she admitted what he had thought to be true all along. Their 'perfect' alpha wasn't so perfect at all.
Ash went mad, obviously not at Aimee, but just in general, shouting, screaming punching trees to express his rage, as well as the guilt he felt for not stopping it sooner. And then those words Aimee hopes that she'll never have to hear again 'I'll never let him hurt you again'. It was as if Ash were sentencing himself to his own death, and she had desperateness tried to stop him as he had stormed off, worried that he would try to do the unthinkable. Try to expose her father for what he really was.
It was in the afternoon when she found him.
Her best friend, her lover, sprawled out across the grass his limbs bent at peculiar angles, including his neck. She hadn't wanted to believe it, she couldn't believe it. She just sat there, shaking, and then those shakes turned into sobs as she curled up next to Ashes corpse, simply laying there.
The rest of the pack found her at dusk, and, no surprise they blamed her. Their idolized alpha could never do such a thing to his own packmember, and Aimee had been found next to his body after all. Of course she had killed him. But her older sister wasn't about to let her take the blame for something she didn't do, and even when she fought back, tried to enlighten the rest of the pack members it was no use. And so she offered to accompany Aimee as a rogue. She had always been the loner type anyway. But she had harshly refused. She had other things in mind. Ways to escape. One way in particular that she knew would take her back to Ash, as well as to her mother. A way which would take everything away.
A few days after the two sisters had been deemed rogues was when Aimee did it. She went for the silver bladed knife she had smuggled from her father, and had made sure her sister was asleep before setting out into the long grass beside the area they had been camping out in. Which also happened to be the place that her and Ash had used to visit together. She had placed that knife on the inside of her forearm. Simply touching it made her skin sizzle. But she made sure to press that knife in deep as she began to cut her wrists, each incision deeper than the last until she lost consciousness completely, and going to what she hoped would be sweet death. If only her damned sister hadn't gotten in the way of things.
Kyler had managed to get to her in time, had managed to stop the bleeding and had shipped her off to the hospital, where Aimee awoke a few days later, having been put into an induced coma so her body could get over the loss of blood it had suffered. As well as the chill she had received as well. She had no recollection of ever even cutting herself, she could remember everything up to the point when she had sat down on that boulder, blade firmly in hand. Then everything went blank for her. It was whilst musing over everything in that hospital, she realised that Ash wouldn't have wanted her to have turned to this. And so she decided she was going to change, she was going to be happy. She would be the person he would want her to be, and so far has been doing a damn good job of it.
{Family}
Lacy Elizabeth Dennbers 'Kyler'{19}-Sister.
{Crush}N/A
{Relationship status}Single
{Other}N/A
{First Name} Connor{Middle Name} Lewis
{Last Name} Grant
{Gender} Masculine
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 20
{Birthday} January 15th
{Rank in Pack}
{Appearance}
Connor is obviously tall and has a nice structure. He definitely appears to be a mix of ethnicity and he almost always has a smirk or a scowl on his face. It’s very rare that you would see him in a full out smile and his clothing is never pristine, there is always some sort of rumpled look to it, but not in a messy way. In a casual way that shows he couldn’t care less what you think about him. His hair is most always semi messy in a natural way and he never takes the time to style it.
{Wolf Form}
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{Hair Color} Coal Black
{Eye Color} A striking contrast to his dark hair and rather pale skin, his eyes can be a bit unnerving to most people.
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{Height} 5'11"
{Weight} 158
{General Style} T-shirts with a nicer jacket are his trademarks. He likes to look nice without looking too nice. He doesn't put a whole lot of effort into his look but he still gives some effort. He doesn't want to look completely homeless either. Just casual. He doesn't like monkey suits, but he'd wear them if he has too. He really just likes to dress comfy though.
{Personality} Connor is aloof with his true emotions but he has a certain skill for charming young ladies. He puts up the front of being an affectionate romantic but in truth he is very guarded with his emotions. Secretive even, but he will give away his secrets if the situation requires that he do so. One thing that he has going for him is that he is considerate and thoughtful. It takes a lot of time and effort in order to be able to know how to charm a young lady and exactly what she likes. It is not unusual for Connor to be seen talking to a group of girls and his confidence knows no boundaries. He’s the kind of guy that would walk right into a group of giggling girls and single one girl out to ask her out. That’s just who he is.
If you get to know the real Connor you may find that he’s very passionate about life. He’s enthusiastic and committed and can focus on any goal for the long term. Relentless he never gives up until he has achieved what he wants and with any lady he is a perfect gentleman. He would never be rude or impolite to a lady that he was wooing. While he could be rude and cold towards anyone else the one lady that holds his heart would never get the blunt end of his personality. She would always be rewarded with the enthusiastic side of him. Connor is also a reliable person and if he says that he’ll do something he will do it, part of that reliability is his punctuality. He can’t stand being late, it makes him crazy to be late and he feels that he might be a bit of a perfectionist but it’s all in good nature.
At times he can be quite the pessimistic especially if things don’t turn out the way he wants them too and he knows all to well that he’s not very good at being modest. Knowing his flaws he tries to make sure that they don’t come up in a conversation so that he seems the ever perfect charming gentleman. Connor is a very practical person and he learns what should be known and not much else. He doesn’t strive to be head of the class he only strives to achieve what he believes is important and necessary in life. When it comes to those that he cares about he tries his best to be selfless for them but he knows that at times he gets greedy and selfish. The difference between those that he plays and those that he actually feels something for is that, the people he cares about will never be lied to. He will always tell them right away that he is selfish and vain and that he might not stay with them forever. That he might leave them behind. The only time that he leaves those he cares about is when he knows that they would be better off without him holding them back.
{History} Connor had an easy childhood. His parents were beta's his family had it good, he had an older brother and a younger sister. Hell, all was pretty fantastic during his childhood. He was a bit spoiled, but he was also raised with manners and the what-not. His life was pretty damned wonderful as a kid, even during his teen years. He was always on a good note with his parents, what an odd idea to most teenagers. To be on good terms with your parents? Well it was true.
At least until he turned 17.
That was when he found out that the pack he was involved with? Wasn't all that innocent and stuff. In fact they were a pack that practically slaughtered average humans for fun. Finding that out of his pack? It was a pretty shattering idea. Especially when he learned that the humans were taken and then tortured for fun? Yeah, he felt pretty sick on that discovery.
Bringing up the issue to his parents? They knew. His brother? Knew. Sister? Knew. She found out last year, she enjoyed it. They all knew and had been waiting for him to discover and to join them. Fat chance. In fact he rebelled. Told his family he was leaving, his brother tried to stop him. Tried to force him to stay. Things got messy fast and he ended up having to kill his older brother to save his life. By that time though they were no longer his family.
He's traveled from pretty far to get where he is now. Wandering upon two warring packs? Interesting.
{Family}
He has no family in his mind. Yes his biological family is still alive, but they are no family of his.
{Crush} None yet
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation}
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{Other}
{First Name} Aurora{Middle Name} Marie
{Last Name} Celiss
{Nick Name} Rori
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} 17
{Birthday} April 30th
{Rank in Pack} Was once the daughter of an Alpha and in line to be Alpha Female before her pack was destroyed. She does however possess qualities of a hunter and a scout but she now lies in the no-mans land as a rogue
{Appearance}
{Hair Color} Dark brown
{Eye Color} Hazel (view spoiler)
{Height} 5"6
{Weight} 110lb
{General Style} Aurora mainly wears casual clothes, sticking to things that appear fashionable and in good condition but don't wear too easily. She's will usually opt for jeans instead of a dress or skirt but likes floaty tops and things that can easily be removed in order for her to transition . Aurora will always be seen wearing a moonstone pendant necklace that her mother gave to her before the pack dispersed. She also loves her leather jackets.
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{Distinguished Markings} Aurora has two thin scars that run over her lip on the left hand side of her face. They are barely visible and just appear lighter in colour in some lights. They are wounds from the fight her family endured in the destruction of her pack. She also has a scar that runs across her right shoulder blade where the claws of an enemy pack member scored her skin. She also has a tattoo of three swallows behind her ear, they represent her mother, father and younger brother who were killed in the war of her pack. (view spoiler) Aurora also has several ear piercings. (view spoiler)
{Personality} Aurora is bearable at the best of times and a down right pain in the ass the rest of the time. She's cold to most people and very few actually get to see who she is behind the front she puts on. Aurora likes people to think that she's strong, forward thinking and independent. She thinks she can look after herself and has proved this through living alone for the last two years. The loss of her family has kind of shelled her out. Aurora keeps to herself and has a tendency to block others out or just ignore them all together. She doesn't get lonely, living alone for so long has given her the time she needs to put up her walls and leave them there. Aurora's a bit of a flirt and knows how to get what she wants just by talking. She's incredibly sarcastic and her wit and intelligence comes through in the way she talks. Aurora is however very inquisitive and this is probably her downfall. Though she has a high regard for herself and a lot of self-preservation she has a habit of getting herself into difficult situations. She's strong and brave but knows when to back down and she will act as a coward in order to save her skin. Aurora feels that she has a legacy to protect, or rather a revenge to plot against the Shadowfields who killed her family. She's biding her time though and knows how to plan an attack. In all she's definitely one to watch out for. Aurora may look small, but she's feisty, mentally strong and wicked fast.
{History} Aurora was born into the Moonspire Pack. A clan of wolves which once ruled over the moutain range and lesser forests. They were a small clan and after the Shadowfield pack began to infringe on their territory the Moonspires chose to fight back. They were severely outnumbered however and after the Alpha's- Aurora's parents- fell, the pack dispersed with many members left dead or seriously injured from the fight. Aurora lost both her parents and her younger brother Mikael to the war. The remaining beta of the pack assigned the role of Alpha to Aurora but she turned it down. The pack consisted of only four remaining members. It duly dispersed and Aurora fled to the forests where she made her new life. She moved into a small town, claiming she was older than her seventeen years- Aurora worked shifts at a bar to earn some cash and got involved with criminal activity elsewhere, helping to intercept deliveries and selling products on. Now a year or so on she's still living in the town, sleeping in a small abandoned house out in the woods and keeping herself to herself.
{Family} All deceased
{Crush} ..open
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} She drives a back sports bike (view spoiler) but is also fixing up an old chevy camaro in her garage (view spoiler)
{Other} Her wolf form (view spoiler)
'I don't care about what you think, I'm going to live my life even if it gets me killed.'
{First Name} Terrance
{Middle Name} Alvin
{Last Name} Merriweather
{Nick Name} Terry, Meri, Al, Weather -- the list goes on
{Gender} Male
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 19
{Birthday} April 1st
{Rank in Pack} Is no longer part of a pack
{Appearance}
{Hair Color} Dark Chestnut
{Eye Color} Bright Blue
{Height} 6'2"
{Weight} 154 lbs
{Wolf Form}
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{General Style} Terry isn't much for leather jackets, aviator sunglasses, or anything cool as that even though he lives on the edge. In fact, Terry likes to wear normal t-shirts, with or without logos, plaid shirts, baggy jeans, and his favorite pair of vans. His vans are pretty worn out since he's had them for years, in fact he uses duct tape whenever it starts to fall apart. He should get new ones, but he doesn't really feel like wasting what little money he has from working odd jobs every now and again.
{Distinguished Markings} On his right shoulder there is a scar in the shape of a bite mark. He doesn't really talk about it, always dismissing anyone who ask about it. It's from the past, a past he would very much like to forget.
{Personality} Overall, Terry is sort of a nice guy. He doesn't speak up for himself, nor is he very opinionated. He's that guy who prefers to stay in the back, you know, blend into the background when something important comes up. Why? Well, Terry has never liked to be the center of attention, it's not that he doesn't think he's important enough for people to pay attention to him, he simply doesn't need to bask in the limelight. In fact, he shies away from people who approach him because he was never much of a sociable type of person. It wasn't that he didn't want friends, but he didn't know how to make any thanks to the way his aunt raised him. Moreover, he never really belonged anywhere, not even in his own pack. Sad but true.
However, this does not mean that he lives a quiet life. Terry loves to have adventures, and being what he is, he has plenty of them, even though it worries his dear old aunt to no end. He likes to run around in a forest in his wolf skin, loving the feel of the dark cold dirt under his paws with the sun on his back; chasing after animals, whether for fun or to eat. But the fun doesn't stop when he's in his human skin, the fun never stops with Terry. He loves to break rules, which takes many people by surprise since he doesn't really look like that sort of guy. But there's a lot most don't know about Terry.
Half the time, he doesn't even know who he is. In a way, the mop haired boy is still trying to figure that out.
{History} There isn't much to know about Terry's past. His parents died when he was young, too young to remember them. Though he constantly wonders what they were like, all he knows is what his aunt tells him, but sometimes he thinks there are things she was keeping from him as if to spare his feelings. He was raised by his aunt, who always complained she was too old to watch over someone as young and energetic as Terry, but she kept him in her life anyways and raised him to her best ability. Terry tried to make life easy for his aunt, caring about her greatly, but sometimes it was hard to sit still and be a good little gentleman even for her -- it just wasn't in him.
And that was how he ended up without a pack.
You see, Terry isn't actually from America, born and raised in England actually. And one night, Terry was a bit too reckless when he was out having a bit of fun on his own, which of course added onto his poor old aunt's worrisome mind. There was a farmer nearby, who he never liked, and for fun he would steal the old man's sheep just to piss him off. Unfortunately, the farmer had gotten fed up losing his livestock without knowing who was responsible, so he had set up a trap for the young wolf, who obviously hadn't known a thing about it. So, as usual, one night Terry had gone off to the farm in hopes of sinking his teeth into one of the newborn only to be ensnared in a metal cage. The worst part though was the farmer never killed him. Oh no, the farmer showed Terry off to his mates, and off the lot of them went on a wolf hunt. And the rest was history.
How Terry had gotten out of the trap had been a miracle, but don't expect him to tell you the story of what had happened. He'll become cold and snappish if you ever pester him about his past. He can't even bring himself to what had followed after his foolishness. All there is to know is that not long after that terrible night, he left England for America, and hasn't set foot in his native home since then.
{Family} There's no one to talk about, seeing how they are all dead now.
{Crush} None
{Relationship status} Single; not looking
{Vehicle or Transportation}
He may or may not have stolen the car upon his arrival in America.
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{Other}
{First Name} Aella{Middle Name} Star
{Last Name} Torranta
{Nick Name (Optional)} Hates nicknames
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 18
{Birthday} August 7
{Rank in Pack} Belongs to no pack
{Appearance}
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{Hair Color}Dirty blonde
{Eye Color} Hazel blue
{Height} 5'7"
{Weight} 136 lb
{General Style}(view spoiler)
{Distinguished Markings (If any)}
{Personality} Aella is a quiet, yet subtle girl. She's not a fan of conversing with other, being more of an introvert person. When she is upset, she pulls herself into an almost unbreakable shell, making her impossible to talk to after that. Her emotions dance around in her eyes, making her easy to read. She's slow to anger, but is quick to snap when she has reached her limit in patience. When you get past her stone like ways, she is a sweet person with a good heart. It's her disposition that gets in the way most of the time. When she does opens her mouth, not everything is flowers and bunnies in her words.
{History} Aella's parents were ambushed when she was no younger than 5 years old. Her mother, her father and her two sisters were a pack in their own, her father being the alpha male. She was the youngest of them all. Her family had migrated from Greece to America, wanting a better life for them all. Who would have thought that a week later, one night of hunting would be their last. The only thing she remembers is the pained howls of her parents and the loud whimpers of her siblings. She was left alone in the middle of the night, the moonlight being her only guy back to their hollow tree. How did she escape? She was too small for the rouge wolves to notice. That night, she fell into a restless sleep, caked in her family's blood. After somewhat recovering from her stupor, she began to attend school a few years later. She is a recent high school graduate, but is not able to afford to go away to college. She refuses to go back to her roots, still scared from what she witnessed 10+ years ago.
{Family}
{Mother} Claricia
{Father}Callius
{1st Sister} Agatha
{2nd Sister}Aglaea
{Crush} She has none
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} Takes either bus or train to get around.
{Other} Works as a pole dancer to earn money for a living. Even though she's a wolf, she is scared of the dark and the woods. Speaks in Greek when angry or nervous. She is currently struggling with bills and other essentials needed to live a regular human life.
Frirst Name Dante{Middle name none
{Last Name}norment
{Gender}male
{Sexuality} gay
{Age} 19
{Birthday} june 18
{rank in pack} used to be a hunter, whole pack was slughtered one night while he was out.
{Apperance}
{Hair color} Black shoulder length
{Eye color} light blue eyes
{Height} 5 ft 11 inches
{Weight} 125 lbs
{Style} think dark colors and black, mostly jeans and army style pants with a thosuand pockets, muscle shirts and t-shirts with funny sayings.
{Distuished markings} none
{Personality} He is extremely lazy untill he starts hunting, then he pays attetion. is antisocial and likes kids morethan adults. He is loyal but only when he feels that loyalty has been earned.
{History} Dante was orphaned at the age of two weeks. His parents were murded when a rival pack mkilled them, they were rouge too, and a pack adopted him. he was raised in the pack and went out hunting one night when 14. he came back to find them all dead and he ran away and has been traveling ever since.
{Family}none
{Crush} none
{Relationship status} Single
{Transpotation} motorcycle,harley.
Other} has atounge pericing.
☢ "And so, Little Red Riding Hood became the Big Bad Wolf." ☢
{First Name} Carmine
➳ Meaning 'a vivid crimson color'
{Middle Name}Ever
{Last Name} Chevalier
{Nick Name} By the few people with whom she actually associates herself with, she's either referred to as Red or Little Red. It's something she's been called since she could remember.
☢ "I’d like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I’ve brought you someone else’s." ☢
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} Appearance wise, Carmine looks to be in her early to middle twenties. In all honesty though? She's only nineteen. Well. Nineteen and a half.
{Birthday} December 24th, the day before Christmas.
{Appearance}
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{Hair Color} Carmine has deep auburn hair, somewhere lost between chestnut, red, and an almost orange-ish color. Cue half of the reasoning behind her nickname, the other half simply being the nature of her real name.
{Eye Color} A very blah-colored brown, the iris deep enough to almost blend in with her pupil. A few times it had even been mistaken for a black, to which she'd simply responded as a mutter under her breath, "That's a medical condition, smart ass."
{Height} 5'8, an overall average height not including the addition of heels.
{Weight} 130, most definitely meaning she's rather curvy in human form. Something she prefers not to flaunt, seeing as how her whole means of survival depends on blending in.
{Wolf}
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{General Style} Carmine can typically be seen wearing clothing that don't scream anything. Her style is casual to the max, mostly consisting of jeans and a hoodie. The farthest she's ever really ventured from her comfort zone was leggings and a matching shirt, and that had only been due to the fact that she was comfortable in her setting. All in all, Carmine is extremely cautious about every move she makes. Including clothing.
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{Distinguished Markings} While in human form, Carmine has quite a few scars on her body from numerous fights, most of which were from run-ins with wolves from different packs. They had all been close calls, time when she escaped by the skin of her teeth- Most of these brushes with death are the reason for the introvert behavior. She knows better than the test the water with other wolves, especially when they come in huge numbers. The marks from where her skin stitched itself back together again dance along her body, in periodic locations. The worst scar would, by far, have to be the one running along the skin on her stomach, right above her belly button- When the other werewolf had nearly gauged her stomach out, it had come as a surprise that she simply hadn't bled to death.
Gotta love those healing capabilities.
☢ "You know you're really, truly alone when the only company you have is the lightning darting along the clouds above your head." ☢
{Personality} The best way to explain Carmine would be to say that she is extremely conservative. And not in the political sense. No, instead, she's extremely careful, hyper aware of every single move she makes. As a rough werewolf, she understands where she stands in the hierarchy of things. That in the social latter when it comes to the other wolves, she is most certainly not at the top. It's a fact she's long since accepted, swallowed, and adjusted to. Instead of trying to be the best, of standing out as some glittering gem of a person, she prefers to fade into the background. To be looked over without a second glance.
It's something most rogues do anyways, a self defense mechanism they have all turned to, and Carmine is nothing special.
It's sad too, because the few people who she's remained in contact with over the years would be the first to say she used to have such spunk. Her brown eyes, which are most of the time downcast now, used to sparkle with life and excitement for a world not yet discovered. She was playful and teasing, the type of girl who was genuinely fun to be around. Just because she was carefree with a spirit that was weightless, her heads up in the clouds. But, as most people will find when it comes to reality, that life has a way of wrapping it's harsh grasp around your ankle and yanking your feet back to the ground. She's no longer that girl who's fun to be around- Carmine knows that for a fact.
And at least she can admit it.
{History} Like many other rogues, Carmine hadn't always been a lone wolf. At one point in time, much like her personality, things had been different. Along with the rest of her family, she'd been in a pack -one she prefers not to mention the name of. Why, you may ask? Well, you'll find out in a minute. Anyways, her parents hadn't been at the top of the food chain within the pack, but they hadn't been at the bottom either. More like a nice, cushion-y place in the middle, high up enough to be respected, but not quite high enough to be in charge. Nope, they took orders like everyone else under the alpha. Raven and Christopher had been true mates as well, one of the few lucky wolves to actually find their one match. Sure, they had their spats like everyone else but, even as a child, Carmine knew they loved each other.
It was refreshing.
But life has a way of changing when everything you depend on, everything you're used to, takes a nose-dive for the worst. The pack her and her family had been in, the one that had seemed so perfect? So like home? Yeah, turns out they were far from perfect. Going as far as turning unsuspecting humans, biting them for the gain of the pack And when her mother and father found out about these. . . Imperfections? Yeah, there really wasn't much they could do. With Carmine, it wasn't like they could very well go rogue. So, when they began to get sloppy?
It really shouldn't have came as a surprise to anyone when hunters came for them. Carmine, along with a very small amount of others, were the only ones to survive.
{Family}
Mother- Raven Chevalier, the delta female in their old pack, the one Carmine prefers to keep nameless. Not only is it hard to talk about, she knows mentioning the actual name of their old pack is dangerous. Perhaps just as dangerous as being a rogue. She had been so young when she was killed, only 35, that she really hadn't had time to think about having another child.
Father- Christopher Chevalier, the delta male in their old pack as well. He had always been the sweetheart of the family, the one who wanted to protect everyone in the least physical way possible. It was almost hard to grasp the notion that he was a werewolf, a creature born of violence.
{Crush} As if she'd ever dare to venture out in the relationship aspect of life. Oh no, Carmine's far to conservative to ever even think about love. It's a waste of time, really- She's a bit busy. You know, with trying to survive and such?
{Relationship status} Completely and utterly single, thank God. Just the thought of trying to juggle a relationship at the moment is enough to make her want to gag.
{Vehicle or Transportation} Her car is honestly the only think she allows herself in freedom whatsoever with. The Silver Ashton Martin was, quite simply, too beautiful to pass up. Of course, her means of obtaining it may be more or less on the illegal side of things, but Carmine never claimed to be a saint. Far from it, in fact. She never was and never will be one of the innocents.
{Other}
Full Name Gabriel Edward LostNickname Gabe, the demon, beast, monster.
Age 26
Gender male
Sexuality Heterosexual
Date of Birth Nov 4
Rank in Pack used to be a alpha of the blood lust pack.
Appearance http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos...
Place of Birth Mekoryuk, Alaska Population was: 192
Distinguished Markings Scars all down his back, chest, and arms.
General Style bad boy, don`t give a shit kind of look.
Hair Color vary long solid black hair.
Eyes Color emerald blue
Height 6`7
Weight 234 pounds.
Personality He is a strong quiet man, with little to no social skills.Being an ex-alpha he was born with the natural gifts of intelligence, authority and stubbornness. He does not like to be talked down to, and gets annoyed at almost everyone. He will tell any one who looks at him, to go do something inappropriate. If he gives you cold shoulder don`t push your luck, he could kill you if you don`t do what he said. He does not want a mate, because he is afraid she will die, are leave him.
And he is a little self conscious.
History He once was the leader of one of Alaska largest packs, all that came crashing down on him two years ago. A record amount of rouge wolfs and even some small packs attacked when he went to aid moonshine pack. The leader of moonshine attack him on his way back, and brought him in front of the blood lust pack house and slaughtered all the woman and children in front of him. They put a scar on him for each person that was killed, then trapped him in the burning pack house. To finally silence the pack and take all the young man and woman they kidnapped to sell on the rouge market. When he finally crashed out of the house he had scarred the rest of his chest and his arms, and now he is still trying to save his sixteen year old sister.
Family
Father;Dex Lazaro Lost; Deceased, age47
Mother;Keely Bernadette Lost; Deceased, age42
Sister;Adara Aisling Lost ; Deceased, age9
Sister;Celestine Keira Lost; Missing, age16
Brother; Raven Beau Lost; Deceased, Age19
Crush none
Relationship Status Single.
Transportation Ducati 1000 ds here is what it looks like ( http://motorbike-search-engine.co.uk/... )
Other His wolf changed three years ago on that terrible night into something like a monster, stands almost at his height in human form, and almost always has blood lust.
Please use the correct bold format. use one of the accepted characters as an example.
((Alright. I was going to ask about this, but I just figured I'd go ahead a do this, and if you, the MODs, have an issue with it, I can fix it really fast: Leena is part of the Silvermoon pack, but I'm going to make her go rouge. That okay?)) _______________________________________________
{First Name} Leena
{Middle Name} Cadence (A middle name of which she despises!)
{Last Name} Chrisle
{Nick Name} Leeny
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual -Straight-
{Age} Seventeen 1/5
{Birthday} August First
{Rank in Pack} None yet - Will be updated.
{Appearance}
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{Hair Color} With her dark, cherry red hair, Leena paints a picture like none other. Her hair is long, sweeping past her shoulders, to at least the middle of her back. It flows out in limp waves, and it's all finished off with bangs that she keeps swept out of her face.
{Eye Color} Armed with ice blue eyes, Leena is fierce. Both eyes are very noticeable, rimmed by dark and thick lashes.
{Height} 5'2 (Five Feet, Two Inches)
{Weight} 105
{General Style} Leena loves white, gold, purple, and any other color that compliments her firey hair. Which means she never wears red.
On a normal day, you'll find Leena in one of her favorite white cotton or lace dresses- Of which she has plenty.
{Distinguished Markings}
Human Form
Leena has spotless skin, beside the couple of freckles she holds on her chest.
Wolf Form
While in her wolf form, Leena is a red, chocolatey brown, white and gray, spotting all over her body. She has ice blue eyes, just as in human form.
A small scar stretches across the inside of her left thigh, spreading over six inches.
{Personality} Leena is a fragile fireball. If you think you can't be both, you've never met Leena. On the outside, Leena is soft and sweet looking, her lips pouting and her eyes observant, being more of a listener than a speaker. On the inside, however, Leena is a fire waiting to take over the world. She longs for power and a leading role. She longs for passion and life in her body, and she's getting more and more rebellious. Against her brother. Against her family. Against her pack.
{History}
Leena was raised to be lady-like, proper, polite, and never saying no to what her superiors wanted of her. She was constantly watching her mother setting that same example, letting men who weren't her father do as they pleased. If they were higher up in ranks than her dad was, her mother never said no, and she did so with a smile on her face, even as she was terrified.
Her mother was also a hostess, and took the sport seriously, making tea, and bringing drinks, commanding Leena to never be late and keep herself in perfect posture.
Leena got really sick of that, really fast.
Leena abides to her mothers rules when she's around her mother. Otherwise, Leena is free, happy and wild, playing in the mud and getting in trouble with her big brother.
Being a - in the Silvermoon pack is becoming boring for Leena, and she's been battling with the thought to leave the pack for weeks. With each day she's become bolder, leaving herself out of more and more Pack activities.
She fears being a lone wolf, but she longs for power her own, not the responsibilities of a pack member. She wants to be her own pack. The Alpha. The Omega. The leader of her world.
She's getting more and more daring with each day.
{Family} Kyle - Brother. Quinn - Mother. David - Father.
{Crush} Axel (Antonia's charrie)
{Relationship status} Single (Will be updated if changes)
{Vehicle or Transportation} Her family lets her drive their cars and trucks, but as for her own vehicle, it's nonexistent.
{Other} To Be Written
Abigail wrote: "((Alright. I was going to ask about this, but I just figured I'd go ahead a do this, and if you, the MODs, have an issue with it, I can fix it really fast: Leena is part of the Silvermoon pack, but..."Why do you want her to go rogue? (view spoiler)
((Haha. I wanted Leena to go rouge because she doesn't realize how stupid that choice is. I'd be okay if Leena was killed, but I'd like to roleplay her for a while. She could also leave town. Or be taught a lesson and see that her plans are stupid. She's just careless and thoughtless. I don't know if that makes sense or not. :P I kind of aimed her to be more of a tempo charrie.))
"You never really find out how much something means to you until you can never have it again.
{First Name}Tamaris
{Middle Name} Monique
{Last Name}Mariette
{Nick Name}Momo
{Gender}Feminine
{Sexuality}Straight
{Age} 17
{Birthday} June 25
{Rank in Pack}Rouge
{Appearance}
{Hair Color}Brown
{Eye Color}Brown
{Height}5'2"
{Weight}114 lb
{General Style}
She doesn't believe she is much to look at. She is admired though for her looks though she shows no recognition of it.
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{Distinguished Markings}
As a wolf she has has a dark colored fur running down from her head to her snout.
{Personality}
She has a very blunt way of speaking. Even if you don't want it, she won't sugarcoat anything she says. You only get the truth from her since she doesn't see a reason to not tell the truth. But she does like to crack a joke once in awhile. She isn't always serious.
Even as she speaks her mind, she has a fear of being alone. She was convinced that eventually everyone leaves. She knows that's a negative way of thinking but there isn't much else she can think of it.
Her humility is her key trait though. She put others before herself. She isn't the one to sit by the sidelines and watch someone get hurt.
{History} She was born and raised in Southern California. The pack she was in was led by her father, the Alpha. Recently though the pack was attacked and killed. She even was injured; she had recieved as firm bite on her right flank of her leg and another bite to her throat. It was a miracle she didn't die. She had ran away from the devastation and hopped onto a train leading her here. She got off the train and kept running, but she can barely cling to her life now.
{Family}
All her family is deceased including her boyfriend.
{Crush}Dash
{Relationship status} To Be Mated With Dashiell "Dash" Courtland
"I didn't want to be on my own...."~Tamaris
can you rp with me i posted at the lake
Sorry I don't have any open characters:/ and I'm not done with two of them.
Hey Antonia? Can Leena have a crush on Axel? I know he's four years older than her, but out of all the profiles here and on the Silvermoon thread, he seems the best.
Haha!! She's not a rouge yet. ;) Is he free to roleplay?
He's locked right now with Lily actually :?
Aww, that's too bad! :) Gemmr a holler when he's free if you'd like.
Ahh!!! That sounds amazing! :) Is he free yet?
Everything you see is a hallucination for I have found out the truth.
That we all end up alone no matter how well the illusion.
Full Name: Cecania Laela Obiareus
Pronounced: ∣ Ce-ca-ni-a ∣ ∣ Lae-la ∣ ∣ O-bi-a-reus ∣
• Cecania, is generally used as a girl's name. It consists of 7 letters and 4 syllables and is of German origin. The meaning of Cecania is free.
• Laela, is generally used as a girl's name. It consists of 5 letters and 2 syllables and is of Hebrew Origin meaning "of G-d".
• Obiareus, is generally used as a boy's name. It consists of 8 letters and 4 syllables and is of Greek Origin meaning mythical titan.
Nickname: Information not available.
Age: Sixteen years of age. ( 16 )
Date of Birth: December 12 at 12:19 AM
Gender: Feminine
Place of Birth: One of the many small towns passed up and faded out being skipped for larger and more exciting places.
Apparition to others:
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Hair Color: Cecania's hair is indistinguishable in the sense that there is not set color. Towards the layers gracing her neck her hair is easily mistaken for an ebony however if given a particular light tints of brown reflect through changing the color to that of the darkest shade of brown. During winter months her hair in fact is almost black whilst in the warmer months it lightens letting hinds of brown convey throughout her head overall.
Eye Color: Cecania's oculars portray that of the deepest part of the sea; the edge before it turns pitch black and you become blind. Depending on her mood those eyes where so many have gotten lost in, can portray that of a storm in the middle of the sea but also that of a clam river, at peace and content.
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Height: 5'7.29" in height.
Weight: 120.39 Pounds.
Distinct Markings: Cecania has one tattoo along the upper of her spine representing her life. The dead ends, the new beginnings, and the fact that every choice not only affects her but those around her. It reminds her to stay strong at her core and that every bad thing that happens is only a part of her. A part that can be put to a stop.
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General Style:
Lies and secrets...like cancer to the soul corrupting even the most purest of hearts.
Disposition:
History:
Will I ever hold your hand again?
Because I miss you.
Pack Rank: Information not available.
Family:
( Brother: Unknown )
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Crush: Information not available.
Relationship Status: Information not given.
Transportation:
Other:
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Name: KyleName: Thomas (From his father.)
Last Name: Draco
Nickname: The Un-Wanted.
Gender: Male.
sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 15
Birthday: 08/29/1997
Rank in pack: Was a sentinel in the UnderClaw pack until the pack was destroyed.
Appearence:
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http://attorneygeneral.utah.gov/cmsim...
Height: 6 feet 2 inches tall as human, half that tall in wolf form.
Weight: 152 pounds.
general style: Kyle is ashamed of himself, and tries not to be seen or heard.
distinguishing marks: long scars down his arm from beating himself up and being beat up by others as a child.
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Personality: Kyle is a depressed, ashamed guy who feels as though he will be alone for the rest of his life. His rough history of abuse has made him tough and have made him feel as though there is no heart in him. The only time he feels truly happy is when he is killing those who he despises the most.
He feels no shame for killing, nor does he consider killing for fun a shameful crime. He has become like this dew to years of being put down, bullied, abused, and threatened. He feels like there is no girl he could possibly be meant for.
History: Kyle's real family was caught and sacrificed by a pack of which Kyle's adopted family had come from. The reason he was not sacrificed was because the pack thought they could train him to be one of there sentinels, and that's what happened. His adopted family did not take care of him, nor did they want him. The father would slash his arm with a knife if he was late to do a usually unnecessary chore.
But soon the pack was invaded. Kyle was in the middle of the pack's town square when it happened, next to the help single. He knew he could ring it, and it would bring help from alliances which would easily save the pack he was now in. Instead he watched and laughed mentally as all the people who bullied, abused, and laughed at him were slaughtered before him. Because he seemed to be helping the invaders, they let him live, but refused to take him in because of how weak he looked. That was when he became a rogue
and survived of off hunting for food, which sometimes even consists of the meat of his enemies. He also had a girlfriend at the age of thirteen named Kathleen, who he had killed in an argument. He still blames himself and thinks Kathleen had been his true love.
Family: His real family, which was his mom and dad, were killed. His adopted family Was a father, a mother, and two sons. (Not including him.)
Crush: no one.
Relationship status: single
Transportation: Usually travels in wolf form, as to be less noticeable.
other: Kyle has a mental disorder which causes him to have high levels of stress and depression.
It doesn't need to be all in bold. Look at one of the accepted character's format. That's what it needs to look like.
Kay wrote: "It doesn't need to be all in bold. Look at one of the accepted character's format. That's what it needs to look like."Yeah, Sorry. I tried to do it like the example at the top of the page, but it messed up. I'll try and get it fixed now.
Kay wrote: "thanks."is that okay?
NOTE: If you don't know how to Bold heres how: <.b>....<./b> (Don't put the period in it though!)
So it should look like this:
Name: Jane
Last Name"Doe
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{First Name}
{Middle Name}
{Last Name}
{Nick Name (Optional)}
{Gender}
{Sexuality}
{Age}
{Birthday}
{Rank in Pack}
{Appearance} *NO ANIME!!* Real people please!
{Hair Color}
{Eye Color}
{Height}
{Weight}
{General Style}
{Distinguished Markings (If any)}
{Personality} 5+ Sentences
{History} 8+ Sentences
{Family}
{Crush} Ask person first
{Relationship status} Single, Girlfriend, Boyfriend or Mated
{Vehicle or Transportation}
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