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Mason Ashcroft
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[font size="6"]ASHCROFT, mason kai[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]"Forbidden in heaven, and useless in hell."
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[div align="center"][div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"][div align="left"][font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"][b]Full Name:[/b] Mason Kai Ashcroft
[b]Nicknames:[/b] Mace, Mason, Kai
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Orientation:[/b] Straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] Nightfall
[b]Wolf:[/b] Loki, Played by __________
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Dirty Blonde/Brown
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Green
[b]Height:[/b] 6'1''
[b]Weight:[/b] 182 lbs
[b]Basic Build:[/b] Very muscular, stout
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] Various scars from fighting. A large scar across his chest from a knife injury in one of his fights.
[b]Other:[/b] None
[b]Personality:[/b] Mason is a loner of sorts. He generally thinks himself better than others. So whether or not he is a loner because he wants to be or because people get irritated by his attitude is a different story. He always turns everything into a competition. And generally is borderline stupid. He prefers to use brute strength for everything versus his brains. He tends to pout like a little kid if a joke is turned on him. But has no reserves on making jokes of other people. He seems to have the worst luck when it comes to things but, Kyrin seems to always be there to save them. He is stubborn about everything and in response to something that he doesn't like, he turns into that pouting little kid. He questions authority and hates being told what to do, how to live his life.
[b]Mother:[/b] Piper Ashcroft
[b]Father:[/b] Sebastian Ashcroft
[b]Siblings:[/b] None
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] Old friend/fling, Sonya. And Kyrin, fighting buddy.
[b]History:[/b] He was born to Sebastian and Piper Ashcroft. His mother and father had a fantastic marriage. Mason pretty much had whatever he wanted when he wanted. He received no punishment for anything. And with that, he grew more and more testing. More rebellious. At the age of 10 is when he finally decided to start leaving the house whenever he wished. Which is when he met a 13 year old by the name of Kyrin. Kyrin ran a small street gang and something about it intrigued Mason. He tried to push his way into the group but Kyrin always kind of pushed him to the side. But Mason kept trying.
Finally, Kyrin gave him a shot, letting him into their small little gang. Mason didn't know how deep he was going to get but, in that moment of acceptance, he didn't care. He had accomplished what he wanted. But when Kyrin started bringing 10 year old Mason into the darker parts of the town, he grew weary. Kyrin had always been the adult, the protector of the small clan. Through his weariness, he knew he could trust Kyrin. He never let anything happen to anyone. And that's when Kyrin drug him down to the bottom.
An underground fight club that the lower class teenagers of Aurora had put together. Their way of releasing stress, deciding who was badder than who. Immediately, Mason was questioned. His age, and more importantly, his loyalty to this. And he lied and told the truth in the same breath. Saying he was 13 like Kyrin so he could be in but, pledging his loyalty in keeping the fight club a secret. He began fighting. He always followed Kyrin. He was his mentor it seemed. Kyrin hadn't lost a fight since Mason had been around, even with the older boys. Mason learned from the best. He fought almost every night with the older teen boys.
As the two grew older, they gained quite the reputation around the underground organization. Kyrin became the leader of this group, Mason his right wing. Even though the two were only 13 and 16. Mason never understood how Kyrin had became such a good fighter, but he never questioned it either. The group of teen boys had grown so large that it became harder and harder to keep track of those coming in, and what they were bringing in with them. Mason had a fight planned that night. And in the middle of his fight, his opponent pulled a knife, slashing him across the chest, He lay bleeding. The only thing he remembers seeing before things went black was a girl hovering over him.
He awoke in her home, laying on her couch. Kyrin standing in the distance, arms crossed and watching as she doctored him up. they couldn't tell anyone what happened. She set and stitched him his chest shut. Mason trying to writh away from the needle. He stayed there for days, healing up with her taking care of him. He learned her name was Sonya. That she had spent many nights underground with them, watching. Girls coming down there wasn't an unusual occurrence. But he didn't remember her. Kyrin returned to the fighting league while Mason recovered.
Mason grew close to Sonya. And when he returned to fighting, she came along, watching over him. Repairing him anytime he needed it. For a few more years, the boys fought together. Kyrin becoming a very respected individual around the others. When Kyrin turned 18, he decided it was time to pass down his title and move on to bigger and better things. Mason grew frustrated with this decision and his stubborn attitude told Kyrin to just go. And he stayed there and ran things on his own. He stayed fighting until he turned 19, the usual age that each boy quit and moved to other things. A Nightfall member had secretly been watching him for a little while and recruited him into their clan. He was given a wolf, Loki. The two hit it off immediately, loving being together and performing tasks for Nightfall. But now, Mason tends to question his loyalty to them. Hating authority and being told what to do drives him away.
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Foxx
[b]Other Characters:[/b] Queen Valecia Ivarest, Apocalypse
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Dakota Fisher
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]Must remember to keep both feet on the ground[/font]
[font size="2"]Everything in my life is turning around[/font]
[font size="2"]Then... we're the only ones[/font]
[font size="2"]We're gods, not demons[/font]
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[b]Nicknames:[/b] Dak, Fisher
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Orientation: [/b][i]Straight[/i]
[b]Associated With:[/b] [i]Aurora[/i]
[b]Wolf:[/b] [i]N/A[/i]
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Dark Brown
[b]Eye Color: [/b]Green
[b]Height: [/b]5'11
[b]Weight:[/b] 75 kg
[b]Basic Build: [/b]Muscular, lean
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] [i]A number of tattoos adorn his body, from a full sleeve on his left arm, a rose tattoo on his left shoulder, a paw print on his upper back and much more. [a href="http://thetattoos.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/adam-levine.jpg"]Front tattoos[/a] [a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpznirY7sV1qa9vqgo1_500.jpg"]Right Side[/a] [a href="http://www.debbieschlussel.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/adamlevine.jpg"]Left Side[/a] [a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u67TNZcw_wc/T9hMcbdmAaI/AAAAAAAAEhs/jdmmD2ROV38/s1600/adam+levine+shirtless+2.jpg"]Back[/a][/i]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[div align="center"][div style="width:320px;text-align:justify;"][i][b]Zen :[/b] Dak is often found somewhere quiet, meditating to keep his anger in check. He tries to keep this feeling of zen about him around all the time. He also does tai chi, really wishing to keep a calm and steady head on his shoulders. If others are willing, he is more than willing to teach others.
[b]Thinker :[/b] Fisher is a large thinker, he likes to process things before he acts. He doesn't just jump into situations until he fully understands it. In conversations, he often pauses before answering to think about what they have said and weigh in his own answer. So if there is a long gap in conversation, don't worry. He isn't ignoring you,
[b]Anger Issues :[/b] Even though he has dealt with it. Dakota still has issues with his anger. If you continue to push his buttons he will snap. He only every strikes out with his words, never his fists unless the situation calls for it. If someone or something is bothering him he will pause, close his eyes an try to reign in his feelings by deep breathing. But if the situation still angers him, he will snap.
[b]Protective : [/b]Since the death of Sheila, Dak has become very protective of those that are close to him. He will go above and beyond to protect those that he loves, even if it means harming himself or putting himself in danger. He can be a bit overbearing sometimes though, some people think that it is a bit strangling.
[b]Bold Speaker :[/b] While speaking to others, he does not lie. He will speak what is on his mind. He is a very honest person, which can sometimes get him in trouble. He is not one for BSing things, which makes him a great person to come and speak to when you are in a bind.[/i][/div][/div]
[b]Mother:[/b] Faith Rose Fisher (Deceased)
[b]Father:[/b] Rodger Scott Fisher (Alive)
[b]Siblings:[/b] N/A
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] Sheila Siobhan Alexander (Fiancee, Deceased) Roper Fisher (Grandfather, Guard for the Queen, Deceased)
[b]History:[/b]
[div align="center"][div style="width:320px;text-align:justify;"][i]Before Dakota was even born, Rodger was brought up in the castle with his father who was one of the personal guards for the Queen. He was one of the first guards brought in after the others were exiled, and was already 60 at that time. He became a very respected guard though, so when he passed away from old age there was a grand ceremony thrown for him. Rodger however, moved away from the castle after his fathers death, blaming his death on the stress of his job. He was 75 when he passed, not old enough to die of old age. So Rodger wanted nothing do to with the castle, instead moving into the town just below. That is where he met his wife where they married a short year after meeting.
Fisher was born as an only child to Faith and Rodger. He was a miracle child, his mother was told by doctors that she would never be able to bare children. So he was very much spoiled when he was born. When he was 7 years old his mother fell very ill, cancer had made its way from a small tumor behind her ear into her brain. They could do nothing to save her, and she passed away shortly afterwards. Life was not as easy for Dak after that.
Rodger didn't know how to raise his son on his own, and was very angry at the loss of his wife. He had some anger issues that Faith had been able to curb, but without her there to calm him down they blew out. Although Rodger would never hit his son, he did verbally abuse him. Blaming him for the death of his mother, just like he had blamed his fathers job for his death. Dakota never fought back until he was 11, when he began to develop his own anger issues. He would yell back at his father, and at times they would be in a screaming match for hours. So when Fisher turned 16 it was not hard for him to leave home. He thought about returning to the castle to live like his grandfather, but because of his anger issues he was denied the position. So that is when Dakota began to work on zenning himself through meditation.When he was taking a walk down the pathways of the city, trying to find a calm area to relax, he literally ran right into Sheila. After picking himself and her off the ground, they instantly became friends. Her parents were both guards in the castle and she lived by herself with a few other friends. Soon after, Dakota moved in with the group of 16 year olds.
As the years went on, Dakota and Sheila began to be more than just friends. When he was 20 and she 21, they planned to marry. They were as happy as they ever could be, and decided to get a house together. Sheila was an outdoors girl, she loved to go on hikes and rock climbing. A few weeks after they got engaged she went off to hike a dangerous mountain, leaving Dakota behind in bed in the early morning. When Dak woke up, he knew that something wasn't right. He found her note on the pillow beside him, explaining where she had gone and to not worry about her. Panic set in, and he immediately set off to go and find her. But when he reached the mountain, it was already too late. He followed her path, easy to find by the wacked down bush path. He found her not far from there, her breathing already shallow. She had not fallen, it wasn't the mountain that had killed her, it was the creatures that had gotten to her. A snake had bitten her on the leg, and the poison had already reached her heart. Dakota ran to her and held her as she drew her last breaths, asking him to fill out their dreams. Then, she left him.
Fisher was much like her father, becoming angry at the world once more. He gave up his devotion to find his zen, but Sheila's last words kept running through his mind. They had planned to build a ranch with horses, proven to cure anger issues and other problems. But without his job as a guard, he could never afford it. So he abandoned his anger for the last time, once again returning to zen. He still mourns his best friend and fiancee, He has a hard time thinking of falling in love again.
He now has a better understanding of his anger, and does not anger as easily. He still wants to go back to the castle and try his luck again about becoming a guard.[/i][/div][/div]
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Evelyn
[b]Other Characters:[/b] Othello
[b]How You Found Us:[/b] Through an ad posted on another site I am part of.
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Ava Rowentree
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[font size="6"][u]Ava Jackeline Rowentree[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]"So dont you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard
The stakes are high, the water's rough, but love is ours."
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[b]Nicknames:[/b] Ava, Jackie, Jack, A.J., Ro, Rowen
[b]Age:[/b] [i]22[/i]
[b]Gender:[/b] female
[b]Orientation:[/b] straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] Rogues
[b]Wolf:[/b] [i]Zara Koliea - Eve will play her in the future[/i]
[b]Hair Color:[/b] brown
[b]Eye Color:[/b] brown
[b]Height:[/b] 5'8"
[b]Weight:[/b] 130 lbs
[b]Basic Build:[/b] slender and athletic
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] a tattoo on her mid lower back of a pentagram and a black orchid tattooed to the inside of her right thigh
[b]Other:[/b] slight texan accent
[b]Personality:[/b]
[div align="center"][div style="width:320px;text-align:justify;"]Likes:
[ul type="disc"][li]martial arts[/li][li]flirting[/li][li]flowers[/li][li]animals[/li][li]men[/li][/ul]
Dislikes:
[ul type="disc"][li]people who underestimate her[/li][li]overly cocky guys who hit on her[/li][li]people trying to hurt animals[/li][li]harm coming to her friends[/li][li]dressing up[/li][li]funerals[/li][/ul]
Strengths:
[ul type="disc"][li]flirts[/li][li]martial arts/kick boxing/fighting[/li][li]putting down cocky guys who flirt with her[/li][li]taking care of her loved ones[/li][li]lying[/li][/ul]
Weaknesses:
[ul type="disc"][li]flirting[/li][li]cute guys[/li][li]family[/li][li]friends[/li][li]wolves=[/li][li]flowers[/li][/ul]
Fears:
[ul type="disc"][li]dying[/li][li]losing her wolf[/li][li]losing Mason[/li][/ul]
Secrets:
[ul type="disc"][li]despite the fact that she hides it behind sarcasm and humor, she's a damaged girl who's gone through a lot in the past, lost almost everything and is still trying to get by in a life one step at a time. It hurts for her to open up to people because she's always tried to be the strong one[/li][/ul]
Personality Traits:
[ul type="disc"][li]fierce[/li][li]stubborn[/li][li]hard working[/li][li]dancer[/li][li]hot headed[/li][li]temperamental[/li][li]caring[/li][li]worrisome[/li][/ul][/div][/div]
[b]Mother:[/b] Daneel Rowentree ; deceased
[b]Father:[/b] Liam Rowentree ; deceased
[b]Siblings:[/b] Lily Rowentree (sister) and Oren Rowentree (brother) ; both deceased
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] Mason Ashcroft (her lover)
[b]History:[/b] [i]Wolves were once thought to be myth. Long ago, it was thought that they were just stories of creatures as big as a horse who'd helped humans like us create civilization. It wasnt until a young girl brought two wolves into her own home that they were rediscovered. Vyviana, who became Queen to the people, and more wolf pups were born, and as things progressed, the remaining wolves of old came out of the shadows to her side. Of course, things never really have a happy ending. There were people who wanted to get rid of all the good that came with this revelation.
I was born in the middle of winter, long after all of this took place, to Daneel and Liam Rowentree, the oldest of three children. My family was part of the Aurora and very close to the rest of the community. Mother was a healer, a doctor of sorts who used herbs and spices and such, not modern medicine. And father was a great warrior. I was close to my siblings, Lily and Oren, and as my younger siblings, I was very protective of them.
It was when I was 11 that Queen Vyviana was murdered. Nightfall had come into the kingdom and attacked our home. There were many casualties of that battle, and my father was one of them, having been trying to fight to save the queens life in the process. It left my mother with three children to manage on her own, and a community of grieving humans and wolves, saddened by the loss of their queen.
It was when I had just turned sixteen years old when the rest of my family was murdered by the Nightfall group. I was the only one who escaped while my family was slaughtered, and after that, things changed dramatically for me. I blamed the demise of my family on everyone else out of her own depression and left the Aurora to become a Rogue, traveling on my own and using my own skills of survival to live my life out.
It was when I turned eighteen that I met another rogue who taught me to fight. Zarek was a good man, someone I came to trust and love as a father in my life. Zarek was in possession of a wolf named Zara Koliea at the time. She was gorgeous, her pure white fur only made distinct by the teal and purple markings in her fur. She was beautiful, and I admired the gorgeous markings. I'd always wanted a wolf of my own. The three of us became very close, and though Zara never spoke to me directly, Zarek told me that she had taken a liking to me. And I had taken quite the liking to her, in fact. I came to think of them as my family, the only light in my dreary new life as a rogue.
About a year ago, shortly after I'd turned twenty one, Zarek was killed by a Nightfall member traveling through our end of the forest. The battle had been great and Zarek had gone down fighting for his life. I found him, dying on the ground with his knife in his hand, and Zara Koliea at his side, whimpering. I dont know why the Nightfall didnt kill Zara, but she later decided that she would become my wolf. As she told me later, it was Zarek's dying wish that she watch over me. Zara and I do not go near other groups, only other Rogues and Rogue wolves.[/i]
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Lily
[b]Other Characters:[/b] none yet
[b]How You Found Us:[/b] through Kanae
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Aislinn McGarrett
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[font size="6"][u]Aislinn Lia McGarrett[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]"Burn, burn, baby
I bet we could've made a bunch of sweet memories
You should have slowed down, mister
Movin' like a twister's just a little fast for me
So now we're zero to sixty
And if you ever miss me, I'm right here on your arm
Dont you cry, I'll leave you something behind
Skid marks and a double heart."
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[div align="center"][div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"][div align="left"][font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"][b]Full Name:[/b] Aislinn Lia McGarrett
[b]Nicknames:[/b] Ash, Linn, Li, McGarrett
[b]Age:[/b] [i]20[/i]
[b]Gender:[/b] female
[b]Orientation:[/b] straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] Aurora
[b]Wolf:[/b] [i]N/A[/i]
[b]Hair Color:[/b] blonde
[b]Eye Color:[/b] silver/blue
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6"
[b]Weight:[/b] 130 lbs
[b]Basic Build:[/b] slender
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] a tattoo on the inside of her wrist ; the Gaelic word "gradh", meaning "love". A tattoo on the small of her back of a celtic rising sun.
[b]Other:[/b] she wears a necklace around her neck that belonged to her grandmother ; a sterling silver chain with a Faberge egg pendant hanging from it. [a href="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk109/NekoGirl_2008/1011_1.jpg"][Picture Here][/a]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b] [i][ul][b]LIKES:[/b]
[li]painting[/li][li]men[/li][li]guys with tattoos[/li][li]wolves[/li][li]art[/li][li]music[/li][li]animals[/li]
[b]DISLIKES:[/b]
[li]heights[/li][li]cats[/li][li]roses (they're overrated in her opinion)[/li][li]over-the-top criticism[/li][li]overly cocky men[/li]
[b]STRENGTHS:[/b]
[li]flirting[/li][li]painting[/li][li]sketching[/li][li]taking care of her family[/li][li]fighting[/li]
[b]WEAKNESSES:[/b]
[li]flirting[/li][li]flowers[/li][li]her art[/li][li]animals[/li][li]her son[/li][li]her family[/li]
[b]FEARS:[/b]
[li]dying[/li][li]losing her son[/li][li]falling in love and having her heart broken[/li]
[b]SECRETS:[/b]
[li]she's slightly afraid of what will happen when she falls in love and it goes bad. she doesnt want to have her heart broken[/li][li]her worst fear in the world is letting her son down[/li]
[b]PERSONALITY TRAITS:[/b]
[li]curious[/li][li]flirtatious[/li][li]adventurous[/li][li]artistic[/li][li]stubborn[/li][li]sweet[/li][li]caring[/li][li]motherly[/li][/ul][/i]
[b]Mother:[/b] Erica McGarrett
[b]Father:[/b] Robert McGarrett
[b]Siblings:[/b] an older brother she doesnt know about
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] her son, Kieran.
[b]History:[/b] [i]Robert McGarrett had spent his whole life in the Aurora, as had Erica Saunders. Robert had been taught to fight since a young age, being raised to be part of the royal guard, and he met Erica - a woman who worked in town at a tailor's shop - when they were in their 20s. Everyone thought it was the perfect matching, and they were, really. It wasnt long before they were married and had a little girl who they named Aislinn Lia.
Aislinn was born in October, nine years before the attack on the Aurora, and she was a happy, only child. Or so she thought. What she didnt know was that long before her parents met, her mother had had another child - a son - whom she'd given up for personal reasons. They never told Aislinn about it, and she grew up with two loving parents who would would do anything for her. She grew up in as sheltered an environment as her parents could provide for her. They refused to speak of such things as the Nightfall, and the attacks that they were known to commit. It wasnt until she was nine years old that she saw her first true battle. The Nightfall had attacked the Aurora and killed many - including Queen Vyviana. Her father was one of the guards who survived the attack, and though she and her mother had hidden while it was happening, nothing had ever been the same for them afterward.
When Ash turned seventeen when she met him. His name was Aaron and she'd fallen in love with him. She'd thought he'd loved her as well, but oh, was she wrong. Aislinn realized one day that Aaron had gotten her pregnant, though that didnt slow her down. She was determined to keep going with her life. And though Aaron - whom she'd confronted about it one night - had disappeared from her life, never to return, she was fine. She knew she had her parents to help her. The baby was born, a little baby boy, in mid February, and she'd named him Kieran.[/i]
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Lily
[b]Other Characters:[/b] Ava Jackeline Rowentree
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Sigmus
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[font size="6"][u]Sigmus[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]So I bare my skin,
And I count my sins,
And I close my eyes,
And I take it in.
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[div align="center"][div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"][div align="left"][font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"][b]Full Name:[/b] Sigmus
[b]Nicknames:[/b] Sig
[b]Age:[/b] 16 years
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Orientation:[/b] Straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] Aurora
[b]Human:[/b] Aviv Haswari, played by ___!
[b]Magic Ability:[/b] Sigmus, since his birth, has had heightened senses. A simple call of a bird miles away made his ears flick. He has a knack of knowing what is around the corner. Hiding from this boy is not easy. His main power, though, is replicating other wolves. Sigmus can shift his body into looking, sounding, even smelling like another wolf. When he has control of his emotions, he has control of this power. In an emotional state, this power is very dangerous. He cannot control how long he takes on that form. And, unfortunately, he tends to get in trouble a lot. However, Sig is aware of the risks. He enjoys them. Only twice in his life has he gotten so deep into a spy mission that he had lost control of his form, and neither of them ended well.
[b]Fur Color:[/b] Tans
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Maroon
[b]Height:[/b] 5'10"
[b]Weight:[/b] 875 lbs.
[b]Basic Build:[/b] Stocky
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] Three vertical maroon markings under his eyes.
[b]Other:[/b] A leather harness that holds Aviv's daggers. Behind his right ear there are two teal feathers that had caught Aviv's attention when she was a little girl. She had tied them behind his ear with some beads and string, so they stand erect, not against his fur. He had always thought they were a bit feminine but when they are mentioned he gets defensive. Aviv loves them, he does as well.
[b]Personality:[/b] [div align="center"][div style="width:300px;text-align:justify;"]Sigmus is a creature that values quiet. He always performs his best when he can hear himself think, and it's difficult when his senses are more sensitive of his surroundings than most. Thankfully, Aviv is a rather quiet spirit and enjoys nothing more than laying with him in their favorite spot in the woods by a stream. Sig is not shy and certainly not mute, he speaks easily and is not one to let his opinions brew inside of him, but he knows when he has a right to speak.
He's a naturally calm wolf, so when his nerves get out of whack, he knows something's up. Sig is not hard-headed and thinks before he acts unless his emotions blind him. He has an awful protective streak and when he's in one of his states he will throw caution into the wind.
Sigmus is an adventurer at heart. Sitting around all day does not work with him. He likes to be on the go or have a job to do. Boredom is something that makes his skin crawl and while he does enjoy a nice nap under the shade, he cannot do it all day. Often times when he has nothing to do he will aide Aviv in her feather collection.
Lastly, he's not much of a happy-go-lucky optimist wolf. When things start to go spiraling out of control, he makes himself suspect the worst. That way, if things do end up in his favor, he is surprised. Though, if he was honest with himself, even when things do end up as he suspected, it still manages to hit him hard in the chest.[/div][/div]
[b]Mother:[/b] Venus [deceased]
[b]Father:[/b] Unknown
[b]Siblings:[/b] Three sisters [two deceased]
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] None, other than Aviv.
[b]History:[/b]
[div align="center"][div style="width:300px;text-align:justify;"]His mother always told him that out of his siblings, he was the only one that didn't come out of the womb whimpering. He had accepted the way the world was and went with the flow. A little later on Sig didn't believe her, but still let her muse. His mother, Venus, was quite the beautiful creature. She bred with his anonymous father only for the pups, no strings attached. Sigmus was born with three sisters, each seemingly identical to his mother. He always assumed he looked like his father.
Sigmus was not assigned a person right away. There were no people worthy to train with, to defend, he was told. It hadn't bothered him too much until he saw others with their human. Oh, did he want a relationship like that. So, at ten months, he was paired with a petite girl named Aviv. When he first spotted her, he hadn't really liked her. Sig had wanted some proud boy to train with, to become attached to. Little did he know the girl would steal his heart before he realized it was gone.
Aviv grew quickly with him, and became a guard. She was not yet old enough to fight when the attack on the castle came about. Amidst the chaos, he guided her to the forest and looked her hard in the eyes, erasing any chance of her slipping away and back into battle. Aviv had grown into a spitfire of a girl and he would not be surprised if she wanted to fight. Sigmus turned tail and headed back to the castle. He survived with a few cuts, most prominently, a slash on his hip. Sigmus had fled the battle scene to go check on his human after he heard a familiar yelp and the head of his sister rolled, lifeless, into his view.
After the attack, Aviv and Sig worked harder, trained harder everyday. After all the mandatory lessons, the pair would head out toward the woods to practice quietly. One day she brought out a leather harness for him, and he put it on. Sig realized it was a holder for her many assortments of daggers and a pouch for her arrows that she occasionally used.
His mother and two of his sisters perished in battle, but he was fortunate enough to grow with his remaining sister. She was just as beautiful as Venus and had the grace of someone much older than her. He often went to her to vent or share a quiet meal.
Through the years, Sig and his human have grown a bond that, like most, cannot be separated. He has grown into the wolf he is now because of his past and learned much about the range of his powers. He has hit the limit a few times and will likely do it again, but he still has a lot to learn.[/div][/div]
[b]OOC Name:[/b] zivit, zi is fine. c:
[b]Other Characters:[/b] N/A
[b]How You Found Us:[/b] An advertisement while I was site surfing![/font][/font][/div][/div][div align="center" style="width:485px;"][img src="http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/div][/div][/div]
Othello
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]Passed down through ages
Sacred pages
Moral interpretations
Sacrosanct scriptures
These encryption
Used for the evil of man
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[b]Nicknames:[/b] N/A
[b]Age:[/b] 14
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Orientation:[/b] Straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] Aurora
[b]Human:[/b] Queen Valecia Kanae Ivarest played by Foxx
[b]Magic Ability:[/b] Has the ability to take the metal from his gold bracelet and extend it all down his body like golden armor. Takes up a lot of energy and can only be used for a short time.
[b]Fur Color:[/b] Main colour is white with a mix of yellow, red and teal markings
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Golden
[b]Height:[/b] 6'5 feet. Tallest wolf there has been.
[b]Weight:[/b] 900 lbs
[b]Basic Build:[/b] Lean, built more for speed, not bulky, slim. Very tall
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b]Two yellow marking around his eyes that look like mirrored c's. A feather like design on his forehead that is teal is the middle with a red outline, as well as the inside of his ears being red. On both flanks he has five markings that again look like feathers, a mix of red and teal but mostly red. The same feather like design is on all four of his legs.
[b]Other:[/b] He has a thin gold bracelet on his front left paw that jingles as he walks.
[b]Personality:[/b]
[i][div align="center"][div style="width:300px;text-align:justify;"][b]Protective :[/b] Ever since he was little he was brought up to be a very protective wolf. He guards and protects the kingdom with all he has, usually patrolling the hallways while the others sleep. When it comes to keeping Valecia safe, its like opening the gates to hell. He will do anything to keep her safe, and will often be a bit over protective of her. He doesn't like it when she wanders off alone and he usually tried to keep track of her.
[b]Calm :[/b] It is very, very hard to anger Othello. Unless it comes to Valecia, he does not get angry very often. This comes with growing up with a little girl, he learned how to be calm and how to be the shoulder to cry on. While he does not get angry easily, he can be a bit irritable if you catch him on the wrong day.
[b]Curious :[/b] Even though by wolf standers he is already an adult, he still has a view pup like antics. He loves to go and find new areas, granted Valecia has to be with him.
[b]Playful :[/b] Once caught in the right mood, Othello can be as playful as a pup. He loves to play games with Valecia when she wants to, and other wolves if he can. He does like to meet people that will let him play games with them.
[b]Jumpy :[/b] Although he hates to admit it, and never will, Othello is still a bit jumpy. He hates being scared and often tries to compose himself when turning around dark corners and when he is alone. He can still hear the dying screams of his fellow wolves.
[b]Tough-boy :[/b] To make up for the fact that he is jumpy, he tries to act super tough. He wants to prove that he is a good wolf and a great protector that he sometimes puffs his own chest. When Valecia is around he wants to be the very best that he can be.[/div][/div][/i]
[b]Mother:[/b] Unknown
[b]Father:[/b] Unknown
[b]Siblings:[/b] Unknown
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] Valecia, his human and Queen
[b]History:[/b]
[i][div align="center"][div style="width:300px;text-align:justify;"]Othello does not remember who his parents were because soon after he was born he was taken away and given to a little girl. He was told by Vyviana to protect this little girl with all his strength. The little white one nodded his head and promised to watch over her. They grew up like best friends.
When the two of them were three, the castle was attacked by Nightfall. He watched as the queen hid her child in a very small, closet-like room and then leaving, but not without telling him to stand with her and to protect her no matter what. With a shaky nod, he stood in front of her and never backed down. They hearing the sounds of fighting. Barking and growling. The sounds of things breaking. Othello trembled in front of the closed door, but never left. He growled if anyone came too close, but he didn't have to fight anyone off. When the sounds stopped Othello let her out of the room and went into the main room. Dead bodies lay strewn across the main room of the castle. Battered wolves wandering around and nudging their humans. And the Queen. Laying in the center of the bloody mess, with her wolves fallen at her side. A few of Nightfall's wolves lived, along with a few of their own. A handful of Aurora's guards were badly injured but, saved.
Valecia was the heir, but not old enough. It wasn't until they were both 14 that they could finally take charge of the kingdom.[/div][/div][/i]
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Evelyn
[b]Other Characters:[/b] Dakota Fisher
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Nibelheim von Spitz
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[font size="6"][u]NIBELHEIM VON SPITZ[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]“When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.”
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[div align="center"][div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"][div align="left"][font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"][b]Full Name:[/b] Nibeheim von Spitz
[b]Nicknames:[/b] Nibel
[b]Age:[/b] Sixteen
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Orientation:[/b] Asexual
[b]Associated With:[/b] Nightfall
[b]Human:[/b] Queen Xyla played by Anaiu
[b]Magic Ability:[/b]
Telepathy – do not mistake it for simple mind reading, it is a much more delicate art that he’s not yet grasped. No, Nibelheim can converse mentally with his mistress, Queen Xyla. Their minds have a constant link to one another that allows them to sense one another’s thoughts, forefront emotions and occasionally dreams if they are strong enough. His link to her is private and others cannot intrude. However, he can create the same link between himself and another via a blood exchange and that link too will be a private one. He does have the capacity to project his thoughts, making it a general touch of other’s minds to articulate himself rather than actual speech but they cannot talk to him in kind unless their response is said aloud.
Shadow Manipulation – a rather expensive skill but one that is infinitely useful, Nibelheim can control the shadows that roll across floors, walls, and uneven surfaces provided they are large enough and thick enough that his incorporeal form can manifest from. He cannot conjure himself through blades of grass or leaves or stones, the shadows he needs must be a respectable size for him to make use of. He can protrude parts of his body – like his head – through smaller shadows however. This obscure ability allows him to travel with little means to detect him by but unfortunately this skill is costly during the day time when the abundance of light softens the shadows. During nightfall there show more leniencies and the use of this power is less exhausting. He can travel with no more than two additional people to other locations and they must maintain physical contact with him to do so. Anymore than that exhausts him and he risks either losing one of his passengers (or pieces of them) or falling unconscious. His shadows can also act as ropes, using tendrils to wrap around the limbs of an opponents shadow to hold them in place. This, like everything else, weakens during the day and is nonexistent when the sun is at it’s peak.
[b]Fur Color:[/b] russet/brown
[b]Eye Color:[/b] ginger/gold
[b]Height:[/b] Six feet
[b]Weight:[/b] Four hundred and seventy-eight pounds
[b]Basic Build:[/b] Nibelheim’s build is what you would expect of an animal whose sole prerogative is to prevail in combat. Like many of his kin he is of massive stature, bred to carry his weight in addition to a passenger if not two. The length of his body is no less baffling than his overall size, from nose to tail he borders on almost ten feet. Speaking of his tail, it’s total length is nearly three feet long, thickly furred and bearing a crimson mark of its own. His shoulders are broad and his chest is a swelled cavity of thick muscle. Nibelheim is, above all else, a fighter and his physique – while it cannot be described as athletic – is one befitting a warrior.
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] He sports a few choice markings that distinguish him. The most noticeable would be the twin slashes that curve beneath the corner of each eye, seemingly more vibrant than his other identifying marks by the accentuated glow of his eyes. Another stroke of crimson cuts around the broad expanse of his shoulders and it curves toward his neck. The last sets of marks are found on the lengthy train that is his tail. The first is a complete ring of red, beneath it a waxing moon crescent and a final dot sitting in it’s navel.
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[b]Personality:[/b] This is one individual who holds a great investment in knowledge. Anyone can be a soldier but how many of them have the mental capacity to be more than fodder for the canon? As they say, the pen is mightier than the sword. While his ultimate lack of thumbs hinder his pursuits on both counts the adage itself holds. Nibelheim’s understanding, societal, cultural and political, are things from observation and study. He is the studious sort and doesn’t like to leave too much to fate or chance – anomalies only serve to exacerbate a situation and not always favorably. Besides, why let percentages rule when one can influence their environment to suit their needs?
Some (see All) would confirm that the dark creature is a swindler, a cad and a trickster who feels no use in holding large, cumbersome virtues or dispensing morality like a priest his sermons. It is his opinion that the agenda he carries – or the one of his Master – are equivalent to a divine mandate. He is an ambitious schemer and seeing plans come to fruition takes precedence to most everything else but better than anything is making sure that the players involved do not stray from their roles.
In his mind’s eye, Nibelheim has determined that every individual has a set function they need to properly convey. Be it the bumbling soldier to the disdainful noblewoman, they mustn’t deviate from their roles and he takes great satisfaction in seeing that they act appropriately. Better when he does not have to directly interfere of course but on the occasion where they might derail from their mold he is all too happy to nudge them into place with false of authentic evidences. Stirring dissent or disillusionment are two things he is notably good at and his subtly in achieving both is admirable if it weren’t for the fact he is likely to exploit both friend and foe.
And that too brings to light something less complimentary to his position at the Queen’s side. Nibelheim does not view those in his company as peers, partners or colleagues, none have the right to be considered his equal be they man or beast. His respect while he addresses them may be courteous and he may be charismatic, the point stands – none shall ever reach his level. He holds himself far above them to ever consider them on equal standing regardless of the rank they hold nor does he perceive them friend or ally. The soul being such a fickle thing, today’s supporter could be tomorrow’s antagonist so why invest more than absolutely necessary?
His tactical mindset is not offset by his brutality or prowess in combat; it is a supplementary gain if nothing else. What better is a soldier who can think freely without direction to one who constantly needs an order before initiative is taken? Age and experience has bled out rashness and impertinence leaving him collected and relatively composed, rarely angered but easily offended. He retaliates with barbed words, clever manipulations and cunning to see that those who rise out of their station are keenly aware that though Xyla Rivenwood rules them, so too does he.
His likes and dislikes are to be expected. Nibelheim enjoys the misery of his enemies (or the occasional ally as it may be) and is greatly offended by strong connections between his Queen and other males. He is particularly possessive of any who have a link to him and is guard and protector to them. He idolizes his Mistress, she can do little wrong in his eyes but he doesn't let her glory blind him completely to her faults. He wants whatever her heart desires and feeling pride in knowing she will consult him when her worries take hold. He enjoys the responsibilities that weigh his shoulders and is impossibly loyal to the crown and all it encompasses.
[b]Mother:[/b] N/A
[b]Father:[/b] N/A
[b]Siblings:[/b] N/A
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] N/A
[b]History:[/b] That which occurred yesterday is as much history as the events that have come and gone many moons past, no less significant or any less vital as the happenings responsible for his shaping. Perhaps by that definition the word ‘history’ has taken an entirely different lilt where Nibelheim is concerned. Now the vowels hiss with a woman’s romanticism and croon with a man’s easy negligence. However between the peaks of two different – albeit obtuse – depictions, that which has been christened ‘his history’ are instances that he acknowledges as deciding factors in how the ‘he’ of yesterday became different from the ‘he’ of tomorrow.
The trim thread that he has conditioned his dividing line naturally begins within the hallow walls of his birth. Under normal circumstances, he must now confess, that his cognizance was better grasped by him than his would-be siblings. The similarities between himself and his blood-brothers and sisters are not so few but there were just as many differences. His physical development did not deviate from nature’s predetermined schedule, he crawled when they crawled, suckled fiercely as they did, his deafness and blindness cured in the following weeks of having entered the world. And what a world!
It was that initial glimpse of the space, its stone walls not quite comforting and grayed atmosphere marginally inhospitable, that he cannot shake from memory. And that therein lays a clue to the strangeness of his being. Barely three suns after his eyes had begun to peer at everything did he begin to think with true clarity, his self-awareness finely tuned and containing a frame of cognizance that his siblings did not share. It was possibly the most frustrating peculiarity at the time.
Nibelheim, for all his budding intelligence, couldn’t articulate many of his desires or observations. Things he would have liked to question he couldn’t convey adequately. His only method for garnering the attention he wanted was little more than whimpering and keening louder than his siblings until an adult humored his squalling. Unfortunately anything more complex than “I’m hungry” “I’m wet” or “I’m being squished” were reliant on frustratingly mundane gestures. What he couldn’t pantomime or grumble out was just as easily dismissed as fussiness. It was an aggravating time to house a mind too developed for the vessel which it occupied.
The concept of time didn’t hold much foundation in him. He kept his own hours typically (that or was forced into wakefulness from rowdy siblings) so the phases between the sun and moon weren’t significant to him. What he was certain of though was that he felt…empowered, when the sun went down. Only in later years and further exploration of himself did he come up with the answer but it was a perplexing situation that he was often wide awake and bursting with energy while his littermates snored around him. It was a night very much like all others when the kidnapping…cubnapping(?) occurred.
He had been half awake, listening to the tune of crickets in the grass or the soft hoot of some bird he couldn’t name, when dark shapes, human shapes, formed in the corridors. At first he thought nothing of it. Aurora was teeming with the same hairless bipeds of different shapes and equally varying sizes, all of whom had a duty and many he’d surmised were guarding their ‘den’. However, never before had their appointed guardians entered the chamber before nor had they made contact without consent of their mother or one of their human Alphas. So imagine Nibelheim’s surprise when hands gripped his scruff and tossed him into a rucksack that smelled like a horse stable. What made matters worse was that he was the first to be snatched and thus the two additional pups gathered by their anonymous assailants all but crushed him under their pudgy puppy fat.
The incident was far from silent; he certainly wasn’t going to quietly endure such rough treatment! Who did these humans think they were to toss him about like a parcel?! Indignant, Nibelheim had erupted in a cacophony of counterpoint wails that were soon chorused by the two other captives, for all the good it did them. No matter how he screeched it was as though the world had shrunken to nothing but the sack they were being jostled in, their cries seemingly falling on deaf ears. How could this be? Why were these things happening?
Surmise to say that the bandits who had ripped them away from the familiar touch of family and kin were able to escape into the night with their bounty. The journey was disorienting and confusion and terror mingled like serpents in his belly as he swung uncomfortably at the bottom of his itchy satchel.
Relief, misinterpreted as it was, came when the bag was overturned and he and the other two pups tumbled free of the rucksack. The nerve of these humans! Didn’t they realize they were to be handled gently? His mother, uncles and aunties had all sang praises of the gift that was a wolf, that the humans looked at them with reverence. So why then were they being treated so unkindly? If he’d had the reach he’d have bitten the swine who tried to pick him up but luckily (for both of them) he was gripped by someone else, a fourth and similarly unfamiliar individual.
Even to this day he could remember the scent of her skin, the way she exuded power, the sinuous lilt of her voice. It had left him frightened, breathless and intrigued. Nobody had affected him this way and he was curious of the sensation coiling in him. Instinct growled at him to seek retribution but also to seek the connection; logic demanded he inspect the woman-child further. Primitive impulses prevailed as they so often do and he bit the wrists of the woman he would soon come to call Her Majesty.
The sharpness of his teeth broke the skin and he tasted blood for the first time, sweet and heady. It had been just as startling as everything else the night had to offer but more so than that was the near immediate shift he felt occur. His mind now felt heavy with a foreign presence and instinctually he tried to reject the alien fixture that had lodged itself in his personal antechamber. Why were they doing this? What did they want? Who were they? Where had they taken them? Where was mother? Inquiries tumbled over the newly established link – not necessarily so eloquent or concise but his psyche held the air of question and answers, while not quickly received, were given over time. One thing that he did not mind, even with the breath of fear ghosting over his neck, was that his thoughts were not longer purely his.
He had been so lonely. If he were to say that he wasn’t it would have been a lie so blatant even the devil couldn’t be convinced to tell it. His lonesomeness borne from his accelerated development was as much blessing as it was curse for knowledge is nothing with no one to relate it to. Now he suddenly had a single life form to converse with, a lone entity who would understand him, who would listen and speak with him as he wanted, even with the link shaky and new. He could not have been convinced to give it up and shamelessly he’d clung to it, seeking refuge and harbor in the strange but not unwelcome contact.
Xyla, the lovely lady with curls like the sunset horizon, whose intensity and passion moved the men around her, was his confidant and he was hers. In the years spent together between learning of each other and of the realm that trapped their fates, Nibelheim watched with no shortage of awe in how she conducted herself. She was not heavy-handed with her subjects but her firmness left no room for argument, her beauty enthralled all to her side and the seductress that she was coaxed many men to do her bidding with a promise of better things. But beneath the fieriness of her day to day life was a bitterness that ran cold and loneliness similar but vastly different from his.
Dreams and thoughts exchanged and he was given the knowledge of how she’d come to be an urchin in the streets with not a gold piece to her name. Her story of tragedy, bereavement and strength were inspirational – even if he never alluded to as much – and it became something of a fixation for him.
Nibelheim had a love for how the mind operated, how the soul of man could be born a mouse and evolve to become a lion. What circumstances encouraged these drastic shifts, he’d wondered. Curious of these things the youthful canine had seen fit to test those around him. One of his favorite pastimes was silent observation of his ‘peers’ – a term he used liberally at best. He found puzzles in seeing what triggered responses, what urged man or beast to react to their environment and those in it. It became something of a game if he were to be wholly honest. He would do things. Little nonsensical things like hiding a scabbard or a shoe, maybe a document if he could be bothered to be careful not to drool on it. And he would watch how they would fumble at the loss, rant and grow frustrated and argue amongst themselves. It was such fun!
Naturally his innocuous pranks grew more elaborate with age, became crueler with knowledge of how to manipulate. Soon he was tactfully directing his subjects – none could hope to be as grand of perspective as he after all – and basked in the glow of his achievements. Sure there were instances where his deeds failed and his actions brought to light, punishments and scolding received as harshly as they dared but they were no deterrents. If anything it compelled him to try harder, to learn to be smoother in his temperament and to act less in the foreground and linger behind the scenes.
It was in this that he came into his powers. While true his ability to communicate telepathically with Queen Xyla had since strengthened and progressed into general thought projection, it was not the pinnacle of what he could do. It was a slow discovery and purely accidental but Nibelheim found that he was the embodiment of Nightfell for his powers revolved around the manipulation of shadows themselves. He could melt into any surface provided the shadow was large and thick enough to house him. He could travel through them twice as quickly as he could on foot and reemerge in his location with little to no detection. The execution of these skills naturally were costly, sapping him of energy and strength in his early years but he soon achieved a median where he could operate without overwhelming fatigue, the process made infinitely easier if it was night.
Just as he was getting the hang of his newfound abilities Xyla, the woman who bedded many of her male subordinates, became pregnant. Nibelheim, for all his love for the woman-child turned Queen, had never particularly like that particular facet of her. It was one thing to flirt with her cohorts but another to let those of lower standing find their pleasures in her body. He found it gross and demeaning but stayed his tongue, in a ways grateful to the little King Alistair for pigeonholing her behavior by putting a child in her. At the same time he was very displeased with it.
Finicky as he was with everything else Nibelheim was also very possessive. Xyla had been HIS first, not in the romantic sense or even in the way an owner sees his property, but they had been bonded first. Her marriage to Alistair made his hackles rise, feeling threatened by the more widely accepted union than the one he shared with her. He went out of his way to undermine the kindly King, sneered at him whenever he was able, mocked or questioned his thinking when among his peers. Reprimands fell on his shoulders for causing dissent and he resentfully backed off, distancing himself from the humans and seeking impermanent comforts in the wolves around them.
He used their bodies to ease his roiling mind, sired a litter or two of his own but played no great role in their upbringing. It was not his interest and babes were received with mild disdain or outright indifference. Why would he want such burdens? Instead when he found canine companionship to be just as unsatisfying as the one he had with humans, he prowled their meager lands purposelessly. He would patrol, ponder idly or watch little lady Keira as she babbled and cooed in her crib. Strangely, the latter option became rather invested in the infant, so much so that every so often when he disappeared he would be found lurking under her crib. Something about the baby was just soothing and he reveled in it without question.
The years passed before and their lives changed. Xyla and Alistair’s reign, while imperfect, was nothing to underestimate. They had made subsequent advances on Aurora and after three years of testing the strength of their adversaries made a full out assault on their castle. He’d warned of overconfidence, his warnings went unheeded much to his chagrin. But he was rewarded. Victory was snatched from them as Aurora’s forces overpowered their battalion and though their Queen was dead so too had many of their warriors. Their King having met his fate on the battlefield – something that pleased Nibelheim unendingly.
He refused to rejoice while in the presence of his Queen both out of respect for whatever capacity of love she’d felt toward the gullible sovereign and because he feared she would think he’d conspired his death out of jealousy. He comforted her as best he could, guarded her fitful sleep and watched as her youthful fire burned colder by the day. He liked how her cruelty had ignited but he feared the consequences of her brashness. With this observation he petitioned to not simply be her Wolf and protector but also her council in matters of state. His world would not supersede her own but he hoped to direct her thirst for vengeance so that it did not lead them all to ruin.
[b]OOC Name:[/b] synchronicity
[b]Other Characters:[/b] n/a
[b]How You Found Us:[/b] ad posting on another site
[b]Otgher:[/b] Shadow and Tall Trees - Theme song[/font][/font][/div][/div][div align="center" style="width:485px;"][img src="http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/div][/div][/div]
Parelia
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[font size="6"][u]Parelia[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]"In my heart I know I failed you. If I could hold back the rain, would you numb the pain?"
{Eve is making it! Will put up when I can =]}
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[div align="center"][div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"][div align="left"][font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"][b]Full Name:[/b] Parelia
[b]Nicknames:[/b] Lia (best friends)
[b]Age:[/b] 20 years old
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Orientation:[/b] Straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] Rogues
[b]Human:[/b] N/A
[b]Magic Ability:[/b] Biological manipulation: ability to control all aspects of a living creature's biological make-up. She can heal, change her body parts to mimic other animals (basing:claws, teeth, fangs), can make venom in her bite or claws. She can also make herself taller or shorter.
The size changing does not affect her ability to carry more weight. She can only heal minor things on others and herself, burns cuts other such things. The changes are only able to happen for a short while, but her time is slowly increasing with age.
[b]Fur Color:[/b] Solid midnight black
[b]Eye Color:[/b] [font color=FF0044]This color[/color]
[b]Height:[/b] 3 1/3 feet
[b]Weight:[/b] 398
[b]Basic Build:[/b] Even though Parelia is small in weight and stature but she is still a strong compact wolf. She is very aerodynamic, long and lean with muscles that bulge under her sleek black coat. She is a very muscular wolf, especially for her size. She is very feminine her black coat making her look graceful and willowy. Her muzzle is rounded at the edges and trim. Her eyes are almond shaped, bright, and a stunning shade of sea foam green. Her broad head is topped with exquisite round ears. her black coat is marred with scars. Her neck, back, and ribs have several scars overlaying each other. Her ribs are mostly scratches while her back and neck are scars from bites. Her wings are much larger than her body making her able to carry humans, packs or anything else under 120 pounds really. Her wings are feather (will add the color after I get her image.)
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] On her back is a silver quarter of a moon with an arrow through it. The sliver of the moon runs over her back and down her sides, the points ending on her elbows. The arrow is [font color=00ffaa]this color[/color] and starts at the base of her tail. Her tail is white and [font color=a7009d]this color[/color] stripped like the feathers at the end of arrow. The arrow runs all the way over her spine ending at with a bright silver (like the moon) arrowhead between her eyes.
[b]Other:[/b] N/A
[b]Personality:[/b]
Strengths
[ul type="disc"][li]Driven to do better[/li][li]Protective[/li][li]Charming[/li][li]Self reliant[/li][li]Hard working[/li][li]Amazing fighter, thus her name[/li][/ul]
Weaknesses
[ul type="disc"][li]Unsure of herself[/li][li]Flirtatious[/li][li]Hides her emotions[/li][li]Extremely short temper[/li][li]Low self-esteem, but hides it[/li][/ul]
Dislikes
[ul type="disc"][li]The cold[/li][li]Liars/Lying[/li][li]Bossy creatures[/li][li]Most other she-wolves[/li][li]Being told what to do by a lower rank[/li][/ul]
Likes
[ul type="disc"][li]Loves to teach[/li][li]Helpful[/li][li]Fitness nut[/li][li]Pups/kids[/li][li]Swimming[/li][/ul]
[b]Mother:[/b] Zar
[b]Father:[/b] Iu
[b]Siblings:[/b] None
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] N/A
[b]History:[/b] Father went insane with grief after her mother died when she was six months old. She found another female right after her father jumped off a cliff and died. The female gained her trust then took her to a male she said would help them survive. The male did nothing of the sort. He broke her spirit and took her innocence, thus the scars on her neck, back, and sides. After a year of just being fed enough and abused, she finally found her spirit. She rose up against the male. She blinded him and left him for dead, but she killed his female accomplice.
Parelia wondered the world for a very long time finding things out the hard way. She taught herself how to hunt and fight. She must not have done a bad job learning these things since she is still alive and healthy today. She finally found a young human girl andthat took her in and tamed her from a "wild beast". The girl's name had been Anika. Once Parelia was large enough the girl fashioned a kind of saddle and rode her. They were together forever inseparable. One day they were out riding in the woods when a bear attacked them. Parelia tried her hardest to fight the large furry creature, but the bear knocked her out. When she came too she was covered in blood. The bear was gone and her dear Anika was gone. She carried the lifeless girl home. Her father blamed her for Anika dying. Parelia left the house and travled for a month before finding this great land. She might take on another human, if she can find one small enough to fit her small stature.
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Parelia
[b]Other Characters:[/b] N/A
[b]How You Found Us:[/b] Searched through lots of different sites to find this.[/font][/font][/div][/div][div align="center" style="width:485px;"][img src="http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/div][/div][/div]
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Kyrin Razorock
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[font size="6"][u]RAZOROCK, tobias kyrin[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]"Quote/Lyrics Here"
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[div align="center"][div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"][div align="left"][font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"][b]Full Name:[/b] [s]Tobias[/s] Kyrin Razorock
[b]Nicknames:[/b] Z, Razor, Ky, Jackal, [s]Tobi[/s]
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Orientation:[/b] Straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] The Exiled
[b]Wolf:[/b] None
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Brown
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Dark Brown/Black
[b]Height:[/b] 5'9''
[b]Weight:[/b] 155 lbs.
[b]Basic Build:[/b] Muscular, Very defined from years of fighting.
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] Huge tribal tattoo over his left shoulder.
[b]Other:[/b] None
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[div align="center][div style="width:320px;text-align:justify;"][ul type="disc"][li]Fighting[/li][li]Girls[/li][li]Running[/li][li]Wearing No Shirt[/li][li]Tattoos[/li][li]Girls with Tattoos[/li][li]His Middle Name[/li][li]Swimming[/li][/ul][/div][/div]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[div align="center][div style="width:320px;text-align:justify;"][ul type="disc"][li]Disrespect[/li][li]Rude Behavior[/li][li]Especially Disrespect to Girls[/li][li]His First Name[/li][li]Losing[/li][li]Disappointment[/li][li]Weaknesses[/li][/ul][/div][/div]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
[div align="center][div style="width:320px;text-align:justify;"][ul type="disc"][li]Giving Beatdowns[/li][li]Intimidating[/li][li]Pain Tolerance[/li][li]Strong Mind[/li][li]Protective[/li][li]Intelligent[/li][li]Street Smarts[/li][li]Courageous to the Point of Stupidity[/li][li]Determined[/li][/ul][/div][/div]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[div align="center][div style="width:320px;text-align:justify;"][ul type="disc"][li]Controlling his Temper[/li][li]Girls with Tattoos[/li][li]Girls in General[/li][li]Fighting[/li][li]Pushing Himself[/li][li]Pretends He's Ok All The Time[/li][li]Communicating With Children/Intimidated By Them[/li][li]Alcohol[/li][/ul][/div][/div]
[b]Mother:[/b] Kayla Razorock
[b]Father:[/b] Tobias Razorock
[b]Siblings:[/b] None
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] Mason Ashcroft, fighting buddy
[b]History:[/b] Born to Tobias and Kayla Razorock. He was named after his father. To the outside world, his life looked as though it was perfect but, on the inside of his house walls, it was a different story. His father had been an alcoholic, abusing him and his mother. At an early age, Kyrin started trying to defend himself. He tried to convince his mother that the two of them should leave. But, she used the excuse repeatedly that she loved Tobias and that she had deserved the punishments she had received. Kyrin grew tired of this life and had begun escaping in the middle of the night. Leaving the house and being left to his own devices.
He started pick pocketing, thieving from stores. He met other kids around the area that started to follow him, And then Mason appeared. The little kid appeared as if he had lived a pampered lifestyle. Seemed as though he felt entitled to get what he wanted. And 13 year old Kyrin wasn't going to have it. He kept pushing the boy off, refusing to let him in their group. After some persistence, Kyrin finally let Mason in. Testing his loyalty for a while before showing him what a lot of the teenage boys had been doing. An underground fight club.
Kyrin had been working his way through the ranks.
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Foxx
[b]Other Characters:[/b] Queen Valecia Ivarest, Apocalypse, Mason Ashcroft
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Zara Koliea
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[font size="6"][u]Zara Koliea[/u]
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[font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"]"If I die young,
bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses,
Sink me in the river,
at dawn,
Send me away with the words of a love song."
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[div align="center"][div style="width:400px;text-align:justify;"][div align="left"][font color="FFFFFF"][font size="2"][b]Full Name:[/b] Zara Koliea
[b]Nicknames:[/b] Zara
[b]Age:[/b] 23 years
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Orientation:[/b] Straight
[b]Associated With:[/b] Rogues
[b]Human:[/b] Ava Jackeline Rowentree - played by Lily
[b]Magic Ability:[/b]
[b]Fur Color:[/b] Main pelt colour is white with teal and purple markings.
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Violet
[b]Height:[/b] 4.5 feet
[b]Weight:[/b] 600 lbs
[b]Basic Build:[/b] Strong and muscular from her fight training, yet still feminine and curvy.
[b]Permanent Markings:[/b] She has a circle around one of her violet eyes that branches out with teal and purple lines. The other eye has purple dots under it. On her flanks are splotches of both teal and purple, over lapping at times. Her front legs have the same patches, but only three overlapping patches. Her back legs remain pure white. Zara also has one purple and one teal marking on her head, almost looking like smoke impressions.
[b]Other:[/b] Some battle scars, but her fur has grown over them all.
[b]Personality:[/b] [i]
[b]Protective :[/b]
[b]Humorous :[/b]
[b]Fighter :[/b]
[b]Listener :[/b]
[b]Silent Type :[/b] [/i]
[b]Mother:[/b]
[b]Father:[/b]
[b]Siblings:[/b]
[b]Other Significant Others:[/b] Ava Rowentree [Human]
[b]History:[/b] [i]At least two full paragraphs. We always love more though.[/i]
[b]OOC Name:[/b] Evelyn
[b]Other Characters:[/b] Dakota Fisher && Othello[/font][/font][/div][/div][div align="center" style="width:485px;"][img src="http://imageshack.us/a/img585/8650/8qy.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/div][/div][/div]