Character Creation

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Create a Character here.

Format:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Location of Home: [Where they live outside the Packs' territories]
Appearance:
~Fur:
~Eyes:
~Stature:
Personality: [At least one paragraph]
History:
~As a Pup:
~As a Cani:
~As a Wolf'en:
~Other:
Family:
~Mother:
~Father:
~Brother(s):
~Sister(s):
~Other:
Crush:
Mate:
Other:

[rachel]

A frostbitten winter night beside the frozen lake.

Name Wynter
Nick Name Wyn

Age Three years, nearing four
Place of Birth Just outside of a human village near a lake that is now dried out.
Date of Birth January 1st
Time of Birth 12:01 AM

Gender Feminine

Location of Home No where in particular; she tends to wander wherever her paws take her.

Appearance
Wyn can be considered a pretty wolf, but her horrid attitude can easily wipe that away. Her fur is a snowy white, and most often is coated in grime. It is a fair, medium length. Not too short to the point where she can feel the chill of the air, and not too long where it tangles and mats. Her petite body is very lean and slightly malnourished- which is something that happens when you live as a lone wolf. Her tail is long and wispy, and moves almost like a feline's. Her eyes are a stunning silver, and they almost seem to glow under a dim setting. She has her fair share of scars throughout her body, mostly around her muzzle and on her forelegs. Beneath her left ear is a silver tag, almost unnoticeable due to her fur. Over all, she isn't considered an ugly or disgusting she wolf.




Personality
Wynter has changed much since her adolescent years. Once a gentle, outgoing she-wolf, she has now become harsh, aggressive, and far beyond repair. Her trust issues range to about everything, which is why she currently resides as a lone wolf. She is stealthy and clever, even to the point where she's considered witty. She's once of the fastest wolves around, but far far from the strongest. Intimidation is her only way, even if it extends to the point of violence. It would take a lot to fix this broken wolf.

History
"You think you can just waltz into a pack's territory without getting hurt?" The brown she wolf growled, irritation of this loner's cocky attitude itching her pelt.
"Well," He responded, flashing his pearly white teeth in a charming smile. "As long as it's with a pretty girl."

Wynter's father, Hemlock, and mother, Emryld, met once upon a time on a gorgeous spring night. Hemlock had grown up as a clever lone wolf who had a smooth tongue and a cocky attitude. His snowy white pelt always caught the eye of more than one she wolf, and his charmingly scarred muzzle always wore a seductive grin. He was never one to settle down with just one girl, but this time, he made an exception. One day, he had "accidentally" stumbled across a border into a thriving pack's territory. In truth, he was looking to stir up some trouble for his own amusement.
A young brown she wolf had been hunting at the time, and her name was Emryld. She was very independent, yet kind and wise for her age. The very distinct scent of a stray wolf caught her attention, and she quickly went to investigate. When she first caught sight of this big-headed loner, her first instinct was to attack for the greater good of her pack. Yet, curiosity got the best of her and instead began to question him. They got to chatting, and began meeting in secret for several nights.
The couple was never found out until Emryld mysteriously became pregnant. Hemlock couldn't take hearing the accusations, so he confronted her pack and spoke out the truth. Since Emryld was pregnant, they would not execute her, and instead banished her from ever returning.
Hemlock and Emryld traveled alone until finally coming across a suitable place where they could safely have their pups. It was very close to a human village, yet so well hidden that they weren't going to worry just yet. It was winter by then, and there was already a couple of feet of snow laid upon the ground. In the middle of the night, a gorgeous set of twins was born. Two she wolves; Wynter and Hael.



"This one's name shall be Wynter, for her pelt is as pure as the freshly fallen snow."

Though it was just two small she wolves, these new parents had their paws full. Wynter was a rambunctious and adventurous little pup, who took after her father with her smart-alec personality. Hael was more soft spoken, and would rather hide than face her fears. She was very proper, like her mother, and hated getting her brown coat dirty. And, like their personalities suggest, Wynter was closer to their father than mother or sister, and Hael was closer to their mother.
On Wynter's first summer, the family was forced out of their home next to the lake when humans finally began to move their structures farther into the wilderness. Wynter was ready for the adventure of searching for a brand new home, while her sister was not so enthusiastic.
As their journey began, Wynter's curiosity was off the charts. She often stumbled away after a bug or a brand new scent. Hemlock always went to retrieve her, and scolded her, but secretly encouraged it.
The journey changed drastically one night when a freak thunder storm struck the forest they had temporarily found shelter in. Floods raged, and lightning struck through the dark sky. Emyrld was separated from them by a fallen tree which was set ablaze by a lightning strike. Hemlock, in a blind flurry, told Hael and Wynter to remain hidden under a bush while he went to save her. Wynter refused to stand by and wait, and lunged out of the hiding place while Hael remained hidden. Wyn ran blindly through the smoke and rain before finally seeing her father while he struggled madly to try and rescue his mate. But, his efforts proved futile, and Emryld was lost in the flames.
Morning finally broke and the storm ceased, leaving a mournful silence in its wake. Upon finding out that Wynter had left the hiding spot, Hemlock released all fury on her. Though he restrained himself from hurting his own daughter, he snapped at her. He blamed her for the death of his mate and her mother. Wyn tried to protest, but was cut short in her father's misdirected anger. Hael coward behind him to avoid his direct madness. It was then that Wynter ran and ran from then until she was far from them.



Being over half a year by now, she knew the basics of hunting. Her never returned to her father or sister, even though she began to miss them dearly. She lived on her own for several months, careful to cover her tracks just in case her father was searching for her. She taught herself to further her hunting skills, and soon considered herself a lone wolf just as her father had been. Even after months, and even a year since her last encounter with her father, she was still shaken by his anger.
Now a younger adult, Wynter's pure white pelt and stunning silver eyes was catching the attention of a couple of other lone wolves. She never paid attention to them however, she promised herself that she would never settled down with another wolf and have pups.
But, on one fateful day, another storm struck. She was immediately thrown back into the night of her mothers death, and found herself blindly stumbling into a river. Unable to see through the sheets of rain that fell from the sky, she nearly drowned, but something took her scruff and dragged her out of the raging river. Upon waking up the next morning, she found a black wolf laying not far from her, but not too close either. He hadn't shown much interest in her, thankfully, and when Wynter carefully asked why he had saved her, he only gruffly responded.
When Wynter went to stand, a sharp pain sprang through her front right leg. When she went to inspect it closer, she found that it must have been broken on the rocks of the twisting river. This black lone wolf reluctantly agreed to stay with her and help her hunt until she was fully healed.

"There are plenty of ways to die. Drowning in a river is kind of a dumb one, don't you think?"

Now that this lone wolf and Wynter were going to be together for awhile, she finally got around to asking him for his name, since he didn't seem eager to share it. "Fehl," He told her, and said nothing after that.
During their time together, their relationship slowly but surely grew. When it was finally time for her to depart now that her leg was healed, Fehl stated that he can't leave her side. So, a hop, skip, and a jump later, they became mates and had a litter of three pups, Bran, Lobo, and Arrow. They lived as a very happy family for a long time until one winter night.
Their only daughter, Arrow, had disappeared, and when they found her, she was dead, floating under the ice of the river. She had accidentally fallen in. The family grieved relentlessly.
A couple of seasons past, and it was once again a bright summer day. Wynter was hunting when a strange vehicle approached her. She had seen them before; it was the humans! She was captured, but not after a tough chase first, and was taken and tagged beneath her left ear. She had expected them to kill her, like in all of those stories she had heard as a pup, but they simply released her. When she finally journeyed home after a couple of months, her mate, and her two sons, were gone, and she has been alone ever since.



Family
Hemlock [Father, unknown] (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Emryld [Mother, deceased] (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Hael [Sister, unknown] (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Arrow [Daughter, deceased] (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Lobo [Son, unknown] (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Bran [Son, unknown] (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Mate Fehl [Unknown]
Crush None

Other

So I made Wynter in another group, but I never got to role play her! So I copied her, and with a few edits, posted her here if that's okay. ^^ Tell me if I should fix anything on it.

[Ivyscar ~Echo~, Congrats to the two new mods!]

Wow, she's great! Accepted!

[rachel]

Yay! Thanks. c:

[Keeli]

Name: Asher
Nickname: Ash

Age: Two and a Half
Place of Birth: On the snowless plains, miles from any wolf pack or human civilization.
Day of Birth: October 15

Gender: Feminine

Location of Home: As far from any pack as she can manage. Snow is her best friend, as well as forests.

Appearance:
Asher is a strong wolf, and is often thought of as a male instead of a female. There are few females that are born pitch black, and are frowned upon because of their masculinity. Her coat has a layer of dirt on it, hiding her scent from animals and wolf packs. She has a decent length for her fur, making her look more thin and agile than her shaggy relatives. She is lacking in body weight, but makes up in it with muscle. Her eyes are golden, forcing dominance into anyone who dares to glance her way. Her legs are long and thin, her tail light and bouncy. Not a horrible looking she-wolf, but not mate material.



Personality: By definition, Asher is a lone wolf. She will continue to be a long wolf until she proves herself to be an omega. In her eyes, it's useless to attempt to try to be something that means nothing. To be another mouth to feed, another worry or thought. Why not be the pack you wanted to be, take care of yourself and no one gets hurt. She's independent to a fault, refusing to trust anybody but herself. Her temper will always ruin her chances of surviving in a group. Asher would always rather rip someones throat out than come to an agreement that involves her getting the lesser half.

History:

It all started with the she-wolf, Bretta. She was the most beautiful wolf in the Variel pack, daughter of the Alpha. She had he-wolves falling over themselves trying to convince her to be their mate. She had no interest in becoming the alpha, or even finding a mate. It was until her father started the search for a proper mate, to make his pack stronger.

Bretta hated the fact that her future was being forced upon her, and often left in order to clear her head. She would lay in a meadow, soon being littered in the falling leaves of autumn. She was walking to a stream lazily one day when a shadow crossed her vision. A pitch black wolf with a star on his chest, shining silver eyes. It's not a mystery what happened, but they fell in love. Every day they would meet in the meadow, and everyday their forbidden love grew stronger. His name was Bjork, and he was a lone wolf. Full of mystery and darkness, Bretta couldn't resist him. Finally, one day, her father found the perfect mate for her. She tried to resist, but she couldn't avoid her destiny. On the day of the marrage, she broke. "I'm pregnant!" She screamed, "I found my own mate! Aren't you proud, father?

But he wasn't proud. He was ashamed. His bloodline had been soiled, as well as his daughter. She was banished off their territory, only having her lover with her as they ran. Months later, they had hundreds of miles between them and her father. She had a litter of five, four of them as beautiful as her. Four dashing boys that would make the ladies swoon over them, the color of almonds and milk, just like their mother. There was one girl, though, smaller than the others. A pitch black coat with a white star on her chest, taking after her father. She would always win the pup fights, nearly ripping off her eldest brothers ear.

When the pups were a month old, Bjork went missing. He had gone to fetch food for his family, and never returned. Bretta went searching for him, finding him dead in a river, a humans arrow lodged in his eye socket. While she was gone, some of the pups had ventured out of the cave, being killed by porcupine. Bretta returned, only two pups remaining, too terrified to move. Bretta was forced to watch her pups be dragged away, stabbed by the thick barbs of a porcupine. She raised the other two until they were two months old, being killed by humans as well.


The two pups attempted to make it by themselves, somehow surviving to be a year old. They battled fish in the river, learned which berries to eat, and knew when to run and when to fight. The youngest, Asher, became the alpha of their small pack. The brother, Caspar, was the strongest. He was accepted into the Caius pack as an omega, but Asher refused to lower her rank. She begged and pleaded for him to stay with her, but in return, he attacked her. He tore out her fur and nearly ripped off her jaw. In defense, she tore out his throat with her teeth, watching him bleed out onto the snow.

Asher was chased away, finding herself alone again. For two years, she lived by herself in the woods. The white star on her chest faded, the memory of her father vanishing along with her happiness. Wolf packs thinking she was a male and asking if they wanted to join, then try to kill her when she refused as a female. To this day, she'd rather kill than admit to being lonely. That is the way of a lone wolf, and it will continue to be until the day she dies.

Family:
~Mother: Bretta
(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
~Father: Bjork
(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
~Brother(s): Caspar, Caius, Clove, and Fox
(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Crush: None

Mate: None

Other: None

[rachel]

:o She's awesome.

[Keeli]

*blushes* aww.. you...

*whispers* to be honest, I might have cheated off of you with the character format.. ;D

[rachel]

WHAT (view spoiler)[IWILLKILLYOURAGHGHGHG (hide spoiler)]

No, jk, that's find, I don't really care. c:

[Keeli]

Yep! I was thinking of adding her into the prophecy.. but I can't quite figure out what element... Do you wanna chat on a chat topic instead of spam it up?

[rachel]

Yupp.

[Keeli]

Hate to ask, but was my character approved?

[Ivyscar ~Echo~, Congrats to the two new mods!]

Yes, she is.

[[deleted user]]

Name: Snowfall
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Female
Location of Home: She wanders sometimes on the borders of pack territory sometimes as far away as possible.
Appearance: Snowfall has a shiny pure white pelt, it will be either really thick or really thin defending on the season. Her eyes are blue gray and look like a storm. If she's happy or mad they will light up as if its lightning.
~Fur: Pure white.
~Eyes: Blue gray that light up like lightning.
~Stature: Tall and proud.
Personality: Snowfall has a very proud personality, one that makes it so she refuses to back down no matter what danger might come to her. She is very cautious of strangers and can be a little vicious, but when you get to know her she is very sweet. She has a soft spot for those that are injured and takes on a more motherly position when it comes to dealing with those younger than her.
History:
~As a Pup: Snowfall was the pup of an alpha female from a far off land, but that pack was destroyed and killed. She was taken care of by a mountain lion that had lost its Cub's(This can happen in real life)
~As a Cani: After a time Snowfall though herself to be trouble for her 'mother' so she left. She sought out companionship for a long time and has been hunted many a time by dangerous beast. This has taught her to think on her feet and made her amazing at hiding.
~As a Wolf'en: Nothing to really mention.
~Other:
Family:
~Mother: Unknown
~Father: Unknown
~Brother(s): Unknown
~Sister(s): Unknown
~Other:
Crush: Open(please someone)
Mate: Open
Other:


Feel free to make one of her siblings

[rachel]

One question: Do her eyes literally "light up" when she's angry or happy?

[[deleted user]]

No like you know those people who sorta have like a spark in their eyes or whose eyes just sorta seem like their lighter, its like that.

[rachel]

Okay. I was confused because you used the term "like lightning". cx She's accepted.

[[deleted user]]

KK

[Gabriella (gabby)]

"Sunlight keeps me alive and free"

Name: Aurea (view spoiler)[ Meaning "golden" (hide spoiler)]
Age: 3 years exactly
Season of birth
Summer, the first day
Place of birth
In the roots of an uprooted Sycamoor tree
Gender: Feminine
Location of Home: She lives in the den she was born in as her woth her mother and 2 sons at the moment. It's located near the borders of Umber pack.
(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Appearance:


~Fur:
~Eyes:
~Stature:
Personality: [At least one paragraph]
History:
~As a Pup:
~As a Cani:
~As a Wolf'en:
~Other:
Family:
~Mother:
Rust
(view spoiler)[
Average sized she-wolf with feathery brown fur and a well-mucled body
(hide spoiler)]
~Father:
Unknown
~Brother(s):
Calor
(view spoiler)[Meaning "Warmth"
Average sized male with a light cream pelt
(hide spoiler)]
Solis
(view spoiler)[Meaning "Sun"
Large male with a dark, creamy pelt
(hide spoiler)]
~Sister(s):
None
~Other:
Kernel and Twig, her two young sons
(view spoiler)[ Kernal is a small fluffy male with a extremely light cream pelt.
Twig is the larger of the two brothers sporting a layered dark brown pelt.
Pups-
Cani-
Wolf'en-
(hide spoiler)]
Crush:
Mate:
Other:

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