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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:00:58 GMT -5
Okay. I need to get everything orginized. Some of my characters will have to go. I understand that, and now I need to take action. Here's what's going down. Characters I'm Definately Keeping:Hoopla Brushfire Sirrus Who Kiowa Characters that I might keep but are inactive/plotless:Icetag Sorella Zanobi Hysteria Characters that are on Hold:Twinkle Nygerteria Characters I'm killing off/having go missing:Bramble Phail (until I regain activity)Characters going UFA:Flamebrand (Already informed Emily/asked her to do so)Abrika (Hellcat)Tarachi Inktrail Sweetstuff Khalifa Renigade Illusion Joey Page Fraintesa Brittany Got it?
I've got some simple rules. Some require less, others require more.
Please, for Abrika, understand that she is an accepted hellcreature. You cannot already have two or more hellcreatures.
OVERALL RULES:
I have the right to take them back
keep them active
Return to me if you think you can't keep them
Do not kill them off without my permission
Do not drastically change their personalities, designs, etc. without consulting with me
Have fun with them
TO TRYOUT:
The requirements are listed at the top of each of the characters' posts. Read it
DEADLINE:
When they're all out to good homes. C:
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:01:24 GMT -5
RULES: A 2-paragraph RP post. AND 2 recent RP samples. Shebashi told me that this Hellcat has been approved, so no bugging me. ^^ A B R I K A
'B R I' basics ;
x birth name: Secrilla
xx taken name: Abrika
x full name: Abrika Collatia
xx alias: Bri
x species: Felidae
xx breed: Hellcat
x gender: Female
xx sexuality: Heterosexual
x age: 3 Years
xx current height: 9.5"
x current weight: 7lbs
xx current length: 2'2"
x current pack: None
xx goal pack: Blackblood Outlands
x current rank: None
xx goal rank: Master Spy
x location: Red Mountains
xx visited: Unavailable
x mate: Looking
xx crush: None
x offspring: None
xx mother: Deceased
x father: Missing
xx sisters: None
x brothers: None
xx cousins: Unaware
x neices: Unaware
xx nephews: Unaware
appearence ;
xx see image for better view
.Abrika is extremely small, and this is one of the main traits that she earned
from her hellcat genes. She has long, fluffy fur. However, her fur can easily
get tangled, so she grooms often. She has thin, durable claws, and large
paws. Her tail is very long, thick, and strong. Her antennas are small, and
almost completely useless. Her ears are a bit large for her head, and they
are cursed with acute hearing abilities. The fur near her ears and eyes is
very thin. She has long, strong whiskers, and her fangs are short and thick.
Her eyes are very bright and wide, and they are very sensative to the light.
Overall, she is somewhat stout, sturdy, lean, muscular, sensative, unique,
and well-equipped.
health ;
xx how am i doing, doc?
.Disformation: Permanently Scarred Tail
Disability: Sensative Eyesight
Illness: Mild Hallucinations
Fury: Negative
hell hound traits ;
xx why am i cursed?
.Traits: Antennas, Small Size, Lack of fur on Tail, Fangs
Disadvantages: Sensative Eyesight, Acute hearing, Mild Hallucination, Sometimes unstable, Infertile
theme song ;
[flash=200,200]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqAWvS55t7s[/flash]
xx lyrics:
.Everybody on the wall,
Whatcha think you call me for?
If you got anything left at all
You can meet me on the floor.
Or you can meet me at the top!
'Cause I'm the guy that never stops.
And when you think you've had enough,
I'm gonna make you want some more.
(Refrain)
I move like a dance machine
And I stay on the winning team.
I move like a dance machine
You always know when I'm on the scene.
I'm gonna give, give, all I got
Then I'm gonna give some more.
'Til I reach the top,
I'm gonna leave it on the floor.
I want them screaming out my name,
Rushin' me up on the stage.
'Cause a story's gonna be made again,
Seventeen I'm kinda fly, so fly....
Now what's the matter with your dance?
Get on the floor and try again!
You still ain't seen the best of me!
It's not the best of me! It's not the best of meee......
(Refrain)
I move like a dance machine
And I stay on the winning team.
I move like a dance machine
You always know when I'm on the scene.
I'm gonna give, give, all I got
Then I'm gonna give some more.
'Til I reach the top,
I'm gonna leave it on the floor.
I know, know that I,
am gonna be tonight...
I gotta let them know, that's why I,
came here tonight!
To leave it on the floor!
Leave it! Oh oh!
Leave it on the floor!
Leave it! Oh oh!
Leave it on the floor!
Leave it! Oh oh!
Leave it on the floor!
Leave it! Oh oh!
Leave it on the floor!
(Refrain)
I move like a dance machine
And I stay on the winning team.
I move like a dance machine
You always know when I'm on the scene.
I'm gonna give, give, all I got
Then I'm gonna give some more.
'Til I reach the top,
I'm gonna leave it on the floor.
personality ;
xx what is she really like?
.Abrika is very sassy and confident. She always has a plan and is ready to act whenever she
is needed. She is reliable, trustworthy, and extremely friendly. She is defensive in the
presence of strangers, and will most likely fight unless some reason is given to persuade
her otherwise. She is warming and ver talkative towards those she trusts. She is humorous
and always knows what to say to cheer others up. She loves to eat, and yet she knows her
limitations. She is a hellcreature, so she has several malfunctions. She has occasional hallucinations,
and there is a small chance that she will ever be able to reproduce. This really puts a damper
on her, for she wishes to have kids, a lot. She wants to be able to care for them, to have a real
responsibility. She wants to be a mother.
Despite her small size, Bri's mouth speaks with extreme confidence. Sometimes this can get
her into trouble, but she still does it. She has an amazing voice, and is extremely talented
at singing and mimicking sounds. She is very swift and agile, and is able to slip through the
smallest crevaces. She is an excellent swimmer, and is able to hold her breath underwater
for a very decent amount of time for someone her size. Abrika is intelligent and has a great
sense of logic. She is incredible at hunting, although she hunts very small critters, such as
rodents. She can be ver unstable at times, and this is when she needs her friends close. She
will have doubts and will not be able to make desicions on her own. She is very vulnerable
at this time, and she cannot be left alone.
history ;
xx anything you need to know?
. Bri likes to keep her history to herself. Seeing as she is a hellcat, she obviously
had no siblings. Her father... is gone. She hasn't a clue where her mother is, and
she is off to find out where she belongs. She hopes acceptance into the Blackblood
Outlands, and she waits until the borders open.
relationships ;
xx who do i know/care/love?
family // You are my core, my rock, my kin.
idol // I hope someday to be just like you.
respected // You earn my respect and much more.
equal // You and I treat each other equally, or at least should.
acquaintance // What was your name again?
bondage // Glad I'm getting to know you.
friend // I am honored to meet you again.
crush // Every corner you turn. I'm there.
affection // Can we be more than friends?
love // Something about you makes me melt.
annoyance // How is talking to me worth it?
hatred // Leave me alone. Imbecile.
enemy // Death to you. Despicable piece of filth.
xx The List
.coming soon
gallery ;
xx so. how do i look?
main reference sheet © Akante
roleplays ;
xx long gone...
.-none-
xx alive and well...
.-none-
credits ;
xx outline © Daphine
x outline tweaks © Akante
xx design © Akante
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:47:42 GMT -5
RULES: He was accepted into Massacro, but because of inactivity, he was booted. Please try to get him accepted again. 4 recent RP samples Make a new profile for him once he's adopted [glow=red,1,300]Reference:[/glow] {{BASICS / SPECIFICS}}Birth Name: Tarachi
Pronunciation: Tah-Rah-Chee
Alias: Tara, Chi, TC
Gender: Male
Age: 11 Years
Species: Canis Lupis
Breed: 100% Dire Wolf
Sexuality Preference: Straight
Height: 3'4"
Weight: 115 lbs (Average Weight...)
Mother: Unknown...
Father: Unknown...
Siblings: (Pending...)
Mate: Deceased...
Offspring: Akante, Arkila
Rank: N/A{{APPEARANCE}}Body Build: Tough, Sturdy, Quick-to-Heal, Muscular
Fur Colors: Beige, Grey, Dark Grey
Eye Color: Yellow
Accessories: None...
Eye Markings: None...{{PHYSICAL STATUS}}Health: 9/10
Strength: 8/10
Speed: 10/10
Defense: 8/10{{PERSONALITY}}For Family: He is always there for his family. Although he greatly misses his mate, and sometimes loses his sanity because of sorrow, he tries his best to keep his family together. He loves his two daughters, and was distraughted when they left him to go and find a permanent pack. He is always there for them, willing to comfort them whenever he is needed. He will die for his family to ensure that they will live happily, and does whatever he can to make them proud to be his offspring. He is defensive for them, and can be aggressive sometimes. He frequently has his low-tolerance times with them, but Akante and Arkila know how to handle it.
For Strangers: He is incredibly cautious and judgmental about strangers. There is no one he trusts more than family anf friends, and strangers are a threat to him. He will automatically take a defensive and fericous stance when confronted with one, unless he has reason to otherwise. He is harsh and sometimes doesn't even want to listen to them explain how they aren't there to hurt or bother him. rarely, he will attack instantly, but he only does so in cases where he senses immidiate danger.
For Friends: He is forever loyal to friends, and he practically sees them as his family. He is very laid-back around them, and is open-minded to them. He is always willing to hear what they have to say, and loves them dearly. He will be extremely defensive if anyone sends out any kind of a threat towards any of his friends, and can be brutal. Overall, he loves his friends forever and more.
For Pack: {Once he's in a pack, I will add onto this){{HISTORY}}(Still working...)
{{MENTAL STATUS}}
Health: 7/10
Stability: 8/10
Intelligence: 10/10
{{RELATIONSHIPS}}
Love
Family
Crush
Like. A BF
Friends
I know you
We've Met
I dun like you
I hate you! You're on my list!
Mortal Enemies
-Akante: You're my eldest daughter, my little blossom. I hope you found a good home, and a loyal mate. My best of luck, I love you.
-Arkila: You are my youngest daughter, the one who stayed with me as long as you possibly could. You stood through my irritability, and yet you loved me as much as I love you. I wish you luck on hopes of finding a pack, my wishes of luck...
{{PICTURES}}
By Me:
By Others:
{SEE REFERENCE... DarkRage, who designed it?  }
{{ROLEPLAYS IN PROGRESS}}
None so far...
Seeking Acceptance into Massacro
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:48:18 GMT -5
RULES: He was in Antares. . . . but now he can go wherever. 3 recent RPs A new profile once adopted  Basics Original Name: Setch Blackblood Name: InkTrail (Self-proclaimed by his motherAlias: Rink Species: 75% Blackblood 25% Timber Wolf Gender: Male Age: 3 years, 8 months. Pack: N/A Rank: N/A Location: N/A Height: 3'3" Weight: 125 lbs. Length: N/A (What is it usually?)Mate: None... Crush: (To Come)Offspring: None... Mother: AkanteFather: Kavino Siblings: Blysse -Small -Sturdy -Tough -Muscular -Tense -Rough Fur {{PERSONALITY}} He is a very caring wolf, and loves to mess around and joke. He is a little gossiper, and is skilled in sneaking about and stalking. He knows the dirt about everyone, and is manipulative. Yet, to his friends and anyone he likes, he is a great friend to have around. InkTrail knows exactly how to cheer everyone up, and has a charming smile. He is quiet the lady's man, and he loves to flirt about. However, when his pack(once he joins one) is under threat, he is quick to become serious and takes action. He is sly, humorous, swift, stealthy, defensive, and loyal. History {Work In Progress, soon to come}{{RP'S IN PROGRESS}} None so far. Trying to get accepted. Acceptance Thread{{RELATIONSHIPS}} None...  {{NOTES}} -Don't piss him off - Kinda has wierd mood swings -Needs companionship {{EXTRASSSS}} [/u][/center] Health= 9/10 Physical Strength= 7/10 Persistance= 10/10 Humor= 9.5/10 Hygiene= 7/10 Intelligence= 8/10 Kindness Level= 8/10 Aggression Level= Highest= 9/10 ||| Lowest= 4/10Values= Loyalty, Friendship, Honosty & Love. {{CREDITS}} Art (c) Kay Fedewa Template (c) AniSkyWolf InkTrail (c) Akante Outline (c) Daphine[/center] [/quote] [/quote] |
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:48:43 GMT -5
RULES: 3 recent RP samples {{BASICS}}
Birth Name: Ritaya Illisanaser
Current Name: Sweetstuff
Alias(s): Double S, Sweets, Rita
Gender: Female
Age: 2 Years
Date of Birth: March 12th
Sexuality Preference: Straight
Species: Canis Lupis
Breed: 75% Arctic || 25% BBD
Fury?: No
Mother: Missing
Father: (Pending)
Siblings: UFA (Unnamed), Atari
Crush: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Other Kin: Unaware
Height: 3'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Length: 7'2"
Birth Place: Glacial Beach
Pack: None
Desired Pack: Unsure
Rank: None
Desired Rank: Unsure
Location: Red Mountains [/color] [glow=black,1,300] "Now that you know me...[/glow] {{APPEARENCE}}Body Build:
Slender
Soft
Fragile
Medium-height
Lean
Long body
Small paws
Muscular
Long tail
Physical Status:
Strength: 7/10
Intelligence: 6/10
Stamina: 9/10
Hygiene: 10/10
Speed: 9/10
Overall Health: 95/100
Coloring:
Eyes: A soft pink
Main Pelt: White
Primary Pelt Color: Pale Yellow
Secondary Pelt Color(s): Dark Ash, Bold Pink
Ears: Dark Ash
Nose: Meduim Grey
Markings: Bold Pink eye markings
Tattoos: None
Scars: Both of her ears are nipped
Accessories: A buckle on her tail. Black with pink spots
Mental Status:
Aggression: 5/10
Compassion: 8/10
Kindness: 9/10
Patience: 6/10
Humor: 8/10
Persistance: 10/10
Strength: 8/10
Sanity: 9/10
Experience: 5/10 [/color] [glow=black,1,300] "Can you ever be the same again?[/glow] {{PERSONALITY}}
Towards Strangers: She is wary and cautious around strangers. But once she doesn't see them as a potential threat anymore, even if they are, she is warm and cheery. She still has the heart of a pup, and is eager to please others. She will do what she is told, unless by a complete stranger. She will be hyper and very talkative, trying to find out as much as she can about this new wolf, or fox.... or sabre or something. But it's not because she is suspicious, she is simply curious. Very curious.
Towards Friends: She loves her friends. She is always with them, and curious about what they are up to. She will swamp them with questions if they start going somewhere and she doesn't know where. She is playful and loves to have a good time around her best friends. She is willing to stand up against them, but she probably won't be any good when it comes to battling for them. She loves them as much as she loves her sister, and is willing to do anything for them.
Towards Family: She hates her mother, seeing as she left the family while she was still a pup. She thinks of her as disloyal and uncaring... How could she leave her own family? It was unthinkable... She loves her sister with a deep passion, and tries to always be with her. She doesn't want to lose her sister, not at all. Her father... she loves him, but she doesn't exactly feel that she connects to him. He seems too distant.
Towards The Pack: She has no Pack.
Towards The Packmates: She has no Pack, ergo no Packmates.
Overall: Sweetstuff is a very warm and cheery youngster. She still has the heart of a pup, and she has a lot to learn. Her father is gone, so her sister is all she has. She clings to her, not wanting to lose the last scrap of family she has left. She is close to any friends she has, and won't lose them as well. She is eager to please others and make them happy, but if it is something she thinks is dangerous, she won't do it. She has a great common sense, yet her lack of experience can sometimes get in the way. Like a pup, she is playful and very energetic. She can easily outrun her prey, and is a great hunter.[/color] [glow=black,1,300] "I have changed so many times over the years...[/glow] {{HISTORY}}This youngster was born with two other siblings, a brother and a sister. They played together all the time, keeping themselves occupied while their parents worried about keeping them safe. Because they were not born into a pack, they didn't have many friends. And so, this made the three youngsters even closer, seeing that they were all they had to play with. Once old enough to leave the den and join their parents on hunts, Sweetstuff was always sure to please her parents by brinbing back mice, or voles, or birds. She felt so accomplished whenever she could do this, seeing she was a natural hunter. But she tried her hardest to keep herself humble, as she didn't want her siblings to get jealous.
However, one night while the small family was sleeping in their den, Sweetstuff woke up. She felt the warmth of her mother leave her, and she was curious as to what was going on. Focusing her eyes in the dark, she saw the faint figure of her mother, leaving the den! She yipped quietly, trying to catch the attention of the female. She had turned around, looking at her child sadly. Softly she whispered, "Go to sleep Ritaya, I'm simply out for a midnight stroll..." Yawning her understanding, Sweetstuff went back to sleep without further questions. She was too tired to keep interrogating her mother, and it wasn't her place to do so. The next morning, the pups woke to a startled bark from their father. He was pacing the den, his head low in grief. He had realized that his mate was gone, and he was severely troubled. Eager to find her, he left his children and set out for her. Atari wanted to help as well, and followed his father, struggling to keep up. Sweetstuff and her sister held back, knowing it was dangerous to head out into the open without someone watching over you. Atari had gone out without his father knowing...
Hours upon hours the two girls waited, resting upon each other and hunting for themselves close to the den. As the sun started setting, Sweetstuff saw her father slowly walking back to the den. Smiling happily, she darted out towards him, yelping cheerfully. Only as she neared him did she see that his face was sad, grim, and lost. She glanced behind him, waiting for Atari to show up. Not seeing her brave brother, she turned her curious glance back to her father. His solemn look told the story, and she whimpered. The youngster raced back to her sister, and the two cuddled together, desperate to stay close. As the night dawned on, their father told them what happened. It seemed as though he never found their mother, that even her scent was completely gone. He had turned around to head back to his pups when he heard a painful wail. He raced to the scene, only to see a large hawk swooping away with prey gripped tightly in its calws. Sniffing the ground intently, the father had scented Atari's blood, and he cried out as he realized that his son was lost to that creature. Sweetstuff and her sister stayed together that night, keeping themselves warm and in good company. When they awoke in the morning... their father was gone as well.
From then on the two girls stayed together, promising each other that they would never leave each other. But, eventualy, Sweetstuff's curiosity got the better of her. She was tired of her usual life, there didn't seem to be any excitement. And so, she spent one last night with her sister, lulling her to sleep from the reaction of her desicion. "Don't worry Galaxy. I want to find my destiny, and I know that it can't possibly be in this tick-infested den."
She left late that night, keeping close to her sister to comfort her before she left. The next morning, while travelling through the forests, she ran into a human boy. He was part of a small tribe of humans. She stayed with them, being cared for. Her ticks were removed with bile from mice, and her pelt was shining by the time they were done grooming her. She had plenty to eat there, and she even received a tail buckle from them as a sign that she wasn't to be harmed when she was out hunting. Then, one night while she was sleeping, Sweetstuff awoke to several rogue males attacking. Hidden in the far corner of the camp, she hadn't been noticed and made a run for it. She kept running and running, terrified of those wolves' savagry. And now she wanders aimlessly, hoping to finally come across her true destiny.[/color] [glow=black,1,300] "It is impossible to know who I am anymore...[/glow] {{EXTRAS}}Likes: Playing, Her Sister, Feeling free, running, hunting, swimming, birds, chipmunks, the wind, the sun, friendship, butterflies
Dislikes: Death, her mother, pain, feeling lost, feeling alone, humidity
Values That Are Important: Friendship, Love, Joy, Loyalty, Commitment
Strengths: Her speed, her wordplay, her stealth, her limber body
Weaknesses: Losing her sister, her strength, her fragile body [/color] [glow=black,1,300] "Who Am I...?[/glow] [glow=hotpink,1,300] I Am Sweetstuff[/glow]  {{ART}}By Me:
Up Above
By Others:
By Suterusu![/color] {{ROLEPLAYS}}-NoneSoFar-[/color] {{CREDITS}}Profile Outline (c) Akante[/color] [/quote] [/quote] |
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:49:03 GMT -5
RULES: He was in massacro, but booted due to inactivity. If you want, try to have him re-accepted. If not, he can go elsewhere. 2 recent RP samples {{BASICS}}Birth Name: Basir
Meaning: Arabic for "wise"
Current Name: Khalifa
Meaning: Arabic for "the successor"
Alias(s): Kay, Lifz, Kalo
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Date of Birth: April 2nd
Sexuality Preference: Straight
Species: Canis Lupis
Breed: 100% BBD
Fury?: Positive
Mother: (Pending with Spearstrike...)
Father: (Pending with Spearstrike...)
Siblings: None...
Crush: None...
Mate: None...
Offspring: None...
Other Kin: None...
Height: 3'5"
Weight: 128 lbs
Length: 6'2"
Pack: Massacro
Desired Pack: Massacro
Rank: Subordinate
Desired Rank: Unsure
Location: Massacro"Now that you know me...{{APPEARENCE}}Body Build:
Lean
Thin
Slender
Limber
Strong
Soft, medium-lengthed fur
Long legs
Long tail
Physical Status:
Strength: 8/10
Intelligence: 11/10
Stamina: 8/10
Hygiene: 9.5/10
Speed: 7/10
Overall Health: 85/100
Coloring:
Eyes: Deep Green
Main Pelt: A pale, deeply colored brown
Ears: Deep brown
Nose: Jet Black
Markings: Dark brown, tiger-like strips along the back.
Tattoos: None
Scars: None visible...
Mental Status:
Aggression: 6/10
Compassion: 9/10
Kindness: 9/10
Humor: 4/10
Strength: 10/10
Sanity: 9.9/10"Can you ever be the same again?{{PERSONALITY}}Towards Friends: This male has very few friends, seeing as no one seems to really understand him. But for the friends he does have, he holds them closer than ever. He sees them as his own siblings; his beloved littermates, and he would willingly die for them. He will try to have a sense of humor around them, but he usually ends up embarassing himself. So, he just sticks to offering his wise words to help cheer someone up. He is persistant to keep up with those he sees as his companions, and is always up-to-date with them. He knows where they are and what they're doing, but not in a stalker-like way.
Towards Family: Since he has no siblings, he didn't exactly know how others should act towards their parents. So, Khalifa grew up respecting them with all the honor he could. His faith is strong, due to his father, and he follows the ways of his kin very strictly. He loves his family dearly, yet sometimes he just can't seem to connect with them, how truly annoying that is. But he will come instantly when they call him, and he is always a shoulder for them to lean on.
Towards The Pack: No pack yet...
Towards The Packmates: No pack, ergo no packmates. "I have changed so many times over the years...{{HISTORY}}This young pup has a somewhat odd history, one that cannot be truly understood by others. Born out of a pack, his faith was important to him, even as a new-born youngster. From the moment of his birth, once he could understand his parents voices, he was taught to be strong and wise. His mother was his provider, she was the one who would feed him and answer any questions that he had for her. However, the two didn't have too much time together, seeing as Khalifa's father found it necessary to train around the clock. So, the mother and her offspring would treasure any time that they had together...
For training, Khalifa's father was strict and to the point. The son was taught that wisdom was the key to anything, and simple words could stun even your greatest opponent. The youngster held these words close, believing them to be true. He would train to fight, the right way. In this method, one would not slaughter away, slitting throats and nipping at each other. No. One would simply dodge assaults, and merely nip or snap lightly at any attacks that did not seem escapeable. So, in a way, the male was taught to fight in a peace-like way. A way that could help society, to save lives while still preventing future battles. Khalifa was told that he must always fight in this manner, otherwise he would end up like those in Alteron...
Alteron. That pack, it was highly frowned upon by this small family. They were seen as murderous brutes who cowered in their dying landscape, too afraid to come out of their own territory to fight. The young male was taught to know that all Alteronians were scum, lifeless dogs who killed for the pleasure of feeling dominent, and yet this was hollow. A deep fear for these vicious wolves grew in Khalifa's heart, and he swore to himself that he would never go anywhere near those lands... ever.
So, with his parents' approval, Khalifa was finally ready to head out into the world. Taking bold steps, the male set out to join a pack, one that his family and ancestors could be proud of. He was to seek out a strong and flawless pack, one that was indestructable, so as that he wouldn't have to go through the "trauma" of seeing one's pack disintegrate... And now he heads off, deep into the Marshlands, awaiting to stumble upon some pack. Little does he know that he is headed straight for the mighty pack of Massacro, the blood-thirsty wolves."It is impossible to know who I am anymore...{{EXTRAS}}Likes: Friends, family, packmates, the feeling of belonging, being appreciated, being understood, the feeling of being in love, sometimes being alone, cool nights, the stars, the soft grass, the wind, the birds.
Dislikes: Traitors, betrayal, humidity, hot weather, warm weather, unbearably cold weather, warm rain, violence, braggarts, immaturity, Alteronians, sabres
Values That Are Important: Pride, Humility, Faith, Honor, Loyalty "Who Am I...?I Am Khalifa {{CREDITS}}Credits to SpearStrike for the design |
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:49:19 GMT -5
RULES: 3 recent RP posts {{BASICS}}Birth Name: Renigade
Current Name: Renigade
Alias(s): Ren, Gage
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Date of Birth: February 20th
Sexuality Preference: Straight
Species: Canis Lupis
Breed: 50% Dire || 50% BBD
Fury?: No
Mother: Luniac
Father: Mane
Siblings: Unknown...
Crush: None...
Mate: None...
Offspring: None...
Other Kin: Unknown...
Height: 2'5"
Weight: 123 lbs.
Length: 4'6"
Pack: None
Rank: N/A
Location: N/A"Now that you know me...{{APPEARENCE}}Body Build:
- Lean
- Muscular
- Tough
- Rough fur
- Durable
- Long legs
- Short Tail
- Built for running
Physical Status:
Strength: 10/10
Intelligence: 9/10
Stamina: 9/10
Hygiene: 8/10
Speed: 10/10
Overall Health: 80/100
Coloring:
Eyes: Magenta
Main Pelt: White
Ears: White tipped with maroon
Nose: Jet Black
Markings: Maroon spots, maroon back, dark grey and black on legs and tail. Grey circling the eyes, maroon stripe on muzzle
Tattoos: None yet...
Scars: None
Mental Status:
Aggression: 10/10
Compassion: 5/10
Kindness: 7/10
Humor: 6/10
Strength: 9.5/10
Sanity: 9/10"Can you ever be the same again?{{PERSONALITY}}Towards Friends: Ren holds his friends close, seeing as they are all he has currently. He belongs to no pack, yet he sees his beloved friends as his own pack, and he respects them like no other. He shows they humor when they are down, and he always knows what to do in troubling situations. He feels like he can be himself around friends, but only if they are extremely close. New friends he is hesitant on, he tends to keep quiet around them, trying to see how trustworthy they are. Other than that, he will willingly joke around and have a good time with his friends. He is loyal and forever honost with them.
Towards Family: He has no family, sadly. He cannot recall his mother, father, or even if he had siblings. He ran into Siac as a young pup, and he looks up to him as his family. He is respectful and submissive when he needs to be around Siac, and is obediant and loyal. He will do what he is told, since he cannot remember his training about life from his real parents.
Towards The Pack: He has no pack.
Towards The Packmates: He has no pack, ergo no packmates. "I have changed so many times over the years...{{HISTORY}}Renigade had a happy life, once. Born into a roaming family, gage often played with his siblings under the close supervision of his parents. They would rough-house, often nipping and tugging at each other. Although not in a pack, the life was a content one for Renigade. He knew nothing else of life, and so he enjoyed it to the best he could. He grew up, and after only 2 or 3 months with his family, something horrible would happen. He had never known that something so loved could be taken away so quickly, and it was a lesson that he wouldn't forget, figuratively speaking.
His home in the Ancient Forests was greeted by an unexpected flood. The raging currents of water pushed its way through, letting nothing stop it. The pup's family had been only waking up from their calm night's rest, and they were no where near prepared for this tragedy. The waves of water engulfed the wolves, swinging them around helplessly in the water. Renigade was seperated from his family, and he struggled to keep alive. He paddled and yipped, desperately trying to keep his family in view while keeping his head above water to breathe. His efforts were soon put to waste, however. A leaning branch smacked into the youngster, sending him below the water, yet still conscious. His eyes were squeezed shut, his legs flopping around uselessly as they tried to get his small body to surface. It was depressing, this torture, and soon it was ended. A boulder, anchored into the ground of the forests, was met with the harsh impact of Renigade's fragile body. Knocked out, the pup soon surfaced and was carried away in the currents as they calmed.
Once washed ashore on higher lands, the pup lay there, now asleep. His breaths were short and agonizing, the pain from his impact with the rock still overwhelming him. With a rib fractured, he couldn't do much. Slowly, his eyes had opened, only to be in shock that he was alive, alone. He looked around frantically, ignoring the pain that was tingling throughout his body. He was too sacred, to petrified. He was in the middle of no where, he didn't have a clue where he was! He whimpered, shakily raising his body up as he began to search. He knew that he must have a family, yet nothing was recollected in his mind. His memory had been wiped out, and he remembered nothing. The only thing he knew was that he existed, and that at his young age, his family should be nearby. Desperately he called out, not of names, but of the simple titles of "Mother, father, anybody." He called and called, the sun passing overhead quickly. Minutes turned to hours, and soon he gave up. As the sun began to set, the youngster had finally given up. He curled up nearby a large, jagged rock, covered by the warming shelter of a pine tree. He lay there, tears streaming from his eyes. he was lost, alone, helpless. A nobody...
The next day, he didn't move. He had no where to go, nobody to meet, and nothing to do. He remained curled up, his depression overcoming him as he wept over his lost. As the sun began to shine with intensity, the warmth of the noon sun shed it's light over Renigade. He ignoredit, it didn't help brighten his day any more than the day before... But the sun brought something else, something that could help him. It was the shadow, the shadow of a magnificent blackblood. He went by the title of Siac, and he was a fierce fighter. Having some sympathy for thislost pup, the adult took him under his wing, figuratively speaking, and raised him as his own. Renigade was trained to be fierce, to be strong. And now he is. He fights when he needs to, and only when he needs to. He is eternally in debt to Siac's warm fathering."It is impossible to know who I am anymore...{{EXTRAS}}Likes: A sense of pride, feeling like he belongs, his friends, Siac, blackbloods, storms, the rain, mists, long grass, the feeling of freedom, fresh air, raptors, fireflies
Dislikes: Fighting for the sake of Fighting, Killing for the sake of killing, braggarts, girly girls, butterflies, fake joy, liars, humidity, hot weather, insects
Values That Are Important: Friendship, Loyalty, Dignity, Pride, Honor, Humility "Who Am I...?I Am Renigade {{CREDITS}}Original Renigade (c) Kiba22
Spruced Renigade (c) Akante
Profile Outline (c) Akante
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:49:43 GMT -5
RULES: I'd appreciate it if he went to CoM, his 'mate' and pups are there. If not, fine. 3 recent RP posts A new persona once adopted § {{BASICS}} §
Current Name: Illusion
Meaning: An apparation, something many people believe that is false.
Alias(s): Illy (Ih-ll-eee)
Gender: Male
Age: 8 Years
Date of Birth: July 2nd
Sexuality Preference: Straight
Species: Canis Lupis
Breed: 50% BBD || 50% Timber
Fury?: Unsure Yet...
Mother: Apparation
Father: Unknown...
Siblings: (Pending...)
Crush: None
Mate: Looking
Offspring: None
Other Kin: Unaware of...
Height: 3'4"
Weight: 102 llbs
Length: 6'8"
Birth Place: Red Mountains
Pack: None
Desired Pack: The Blackblood Dires
Rank: N/A
Desired Rank: Uncertain
Location: Nowhere Currently"Now that you know me...§ {{APPEARENCE}} §Body Build:
Thin
Short-ish
Lean
Limber
Malnourished
Long, thin legs
Bushy tail
Broad maw
Physical Status:
Strength: 9/10
Intelligence: 8/10
Stamina: 10/10
Hygiene: 8/10
Speed: 6/10
Overall Health: 79/10
Coloring:
Eyes: Crusty red
Main Pelt: Deep Ash
Primary Pelt Color: White
Secondary Pelt Color(s): Blood Red, Crusty Red
Ears: Deep Ash tipped with Crusty Red
Nose: Crusty Red
Markings: Too many...
Tattoos: White tattoos. Two circles and a slash
Scars: None
Accessories: None
Mental Status:
Aggression: 9/10
Compassion: 6/10
Kindness: 7/10
Patience: 5/10
Humor: 2/10
Persistance: 9/10
Strength: 10/10
Sanity: 7/10
Experience: 6/10"Can you ever be the same again?§ {{PERSONALITY}} §
Towards Strangers: He is cautious and very protective and defensive when he is confronted with strangers. He'd rather have nothing happen then to have drama. He'd slink away out of harm's way if he can, but if he can't, he'll do what he can. He will do what he has to do, even if that means battling. He will do it reluctantly though...
Towards Friends: He loves friends! He keeps to them as often as he can; they are his support system. He feels as if they are his family, and they practically are. He tries to keep as close to them as he can, and is always sure that they are happy. If they aren't happy, he will do his best to cheer them up. He will talk to them, try to tell jokes, catch prey... anything. He owes his life to anyone that he calls a friend.
Towards Family: His father killed his mother, and then abandoned Illusion as a pup. He hates his father, even though he doesn't know who he is at all. He fears that he may have to encounter him someday in the future.
Towards The Pack: He has no pack.
Towards The Packmates: He has no pack, ergo no packmates.
Overall: He is a determined wolf. He is very loyal to any pack he joins, and any friends he may make. He loves pups, no matter what he may seem like. He feels that since they don't fully understand the cruelties of the world, that he can freely talk to them, without being criticized in any way. He rarely smiles, seeing as he doesn't want anyone making fun of him. He has earned a reputation of being a murderous, fierce, goth wolf. And because of this, he has gone emo. He is very silent and doesn't talk too often. He is an extraordinary battler, as he knows so many tricks and techniques. His hunting skills, on the other hand, could really use some improving. He uses his brain before making desisions, and he has a great common sense when it comes to survival..."I have changed so many times over the years...§ {{HISTORY}} §Forever a Secret..."It is impossible to know who I am anymore...§ {{EXTRAS}} §Likes: The night, silence, calm, fireflies, songbirds, streams, water, the sun, cold weather, cool weather, pups, friends, soft grass, feeling free, feeling cared for, feeling safe
Dislikes: Alteron, his father, killing, his reputation, what has become of him, his solitude, snow, humidity, insects, squirrels, sluts, braggarts, anooying pests, sadists.
Values That Are Important: Dignity, Pride, Self-Confidence, Loyalty, Friendship, Honosty, Faith
Strengths: Battling, Intelligence, Speed, Stealth
Weaknesses: Hunting, Wordplay, Acting under Pressure, Facing his Father... "Who Am I...?I Am Illusion § {{ART}} §By Me:Main ReferenceBy Others:By ZintoraBy Sobe! <33By Akante & Silent Wolf§ {{ROLEPLAYS}} §-NoneSoFar-§ {{CREDITS}} §Profile Outline (c) Akante
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:50:03 GMT -5
RULES: I'd like him to go to Featherfur. C: 3 recent RP samples J O E Y P A G E
'j 5 8' basics ;
x birth name: j58
xx taken name: Joey Page
x meaning: Derived from 'Joseph', meaning 'God increases...'
xx alias: Joe, Jay, 58
x species: Canid Urocyon
xx breed: Grey fox
x gender: Male
xx sexuality: Heterosexual
x age: 18 Months
xx current height: 1'8"
x current weight: 11lbs
xx current length: 3'5"
x current pack: None
xx goal pack: Featherfur Crater
x current rank: None
xx goal rank: Windfeather
x location: Unavailable
xx visited: Ancient Forests
x mate: Looking
xx crush: None
x offspring: None
xx mother: Deceased
x father: Missing
xx sisters: Deceased
x brothers: Justin
xx neices: Unaware
x nephews: Unaware
appearance ;
xx see image for better view
.When compared to other foxes, Joey is a bit tall on the scale. However, his short tail
covers up his height; his length is a bit shorted due to this. His legs a long and thick,
and his paws are somewhat small. His claws are very long and thin, yet they are very
sturdy and durable. His auds are very tall and the fur on it thick and long. This helps
him with his superb hearing abilities. His muzzle is elongated, stout, and tough. He
has whiskers, but they are so thin that they are barely ever visible. His eyes and nose
are relatively small, but that doesn't mean that they are well equipped. His overall
body build is tough and muscular, yet his long soft fur seems to cover it up. As the furs
reach the skin, they become stiff and firmer.. This helps him to stay warm while in colder
weather. He has eyelash tufts above his eyes to sheild them from harsh winds, as many
foxes do; these are as thin and invisible as his whiskers.
health ;
xx how am i doing, doc?
.Disformation: None
Disability: None
Illness: None
Fury: Negative
theme song ;
[flash=200,200]http://youtube.com/watch?v=PsPCcnbHKgA&feature=related[/flash]
xx lyrics:
.Everytime that I hit the club
Everybody's got their eyes on me.
Must be something very unique
Because they can't get enough of me.
Am I mysterious?
It's getting serious,
It's getting crazy,
'Cause people keep gazing at me.
Everybody whatcha staring for?
ayyyy
You need to be out on the floor.
Doesn't matter where I'm from or 'bout,
I just come to make you scream and shout!
That's who I am.
That's who I am.
On the floor I start to dance
As the DJ plays my track.
Everybody's watching me,
I bet you thought I couldn't move like that.
Am I mysterious?
It's getting serious,
It's getting crazy,
'Cause people keep gazing at me.
Everybody whatcha staring for?
ayyyy
You need to be out on the floor.
Doesn't matter where I'm from or 'bout,
I just come to make you scream and shout!
That's who I am.
That's who I am.
Everybody whatcha staring for?
ayyyy
You need to be out on the floor.
Doesn't matter where I'm from or 'bout,
I just come to make you scream and shout!
Everybody whatcha staring for?
ayyyy
You need to be out on the floor.
Doesn't matter where I'm from or 'bout,
I just come to make you scream and shout!
That's who I am.
That's who I am.
personality ;
xx what is he really like?
.Joey is very level-headed and fair. He was used to the lime-light as a child, and even
though he grew up accustomed to this, he still acts like as if he was raised as a
normal fox. He is kind and playful, social and talkative. He has an amazing voice and
loves to sing aloud. However, he knows when to keep his mouth shut. Joey has a
superb logical sense. He always thinks in 'how' and 'why'. He will often ponder over
desicions and situations before actually acting. He is usually calm and under control,
but if you anger him somehow, he is quick to defend himself and his purpose. Joey
will not resort to violence if he doesn't have to, but he is fierce in battle when it
comes to it.
This fox is fast on his feet and determined in his purposes. He rarely lies, and doesn't
join into conversations unless he has something to say. He doesn't like to keep
himself a secret to others, but he won't give away all his secrets. He knows better
than that. He shares his deepest secrets with his friends, and his brother, Justin. He
is a bit scarred from his past, and what became of his family, but he tries his hardest
to let it go and leave the past behind. Sometimes his efforts are put to waste and he
can have a mood swing of depression. But all it takes is some persistant comfort to
kick him back to his usual self. Overall, Joey is kind, nurturing, thoughtful, unstable,
swift, protective, and friendly.
history ;
xx anything you need to know?
. Joey was born into a small human village in the Ancient Forests. He lived there
with his mother, father, brother, and sisters. There, the humans did their own
version of 'animal testing'. Joey was titled j58, and he was referred as this to
everyone in the camp. The wolves and dogs here were tested with unknown
plants and liquids, and sometimes even substances that were known to be
harmful. The humans were trying to become professionals in health care, and
they used j58 and his family as test subjects. All test subjects were given
earrings to mark that they were owned by this unique group of humans. j58
was given double orange earrings for his pert personality and his frequent
resistances to the testing.
About 7 months into the testing facility, j58 was soon marked with a tri-colored
thread bracelet to mark that he was a failure. He had negative reactions to the
testings, and he was temporarily un-useable. Due to the poisons inside of him,
j58 kept to himself in the far corners of the camp, resting day in and day out to
recover from the illnesses. Fed up with how they were treated, some of the
older animals planned a revolt. They gathered together, and attacked the
humans at daybreak. Many wolves and foxes died, as well as a few humans. In
all of the turmoil and confusion, j58 escaped slowly but surely. Weakened, he
didn't get too far, but the humans were too distraught at the death of their own
to bother to go and find him. Ashamed of his past, he changed his name to Joey.
After a few weeks of the liberation, Joey ran into a familiar face. It was Justin, his
brother. Overjoyed to see one of his kin alive and well, he yelped gleefully and
promised him that their parents would be proud of them. The two stay in the
same territory range, yet Joey is heading east to approach the Featherfur Crater.
relationships ;
xx who do i know/care/love?
family // You are my core, my rock, my kin.
idol // I hope someday to be just like you.
respected // You earn my respect and much more.
equal // You and I treat each other equally, or at least should.
acquaintance // What was your name again?
bondage // Glad I'm getting to know you.
friend // I am honored to meet you again.
crush // Every corner you turn. I'm there.
affection // Can we be more than friends?
love // Something about you makes me melt.
annoyance // How is talking to me worth it?
hatred // Leave me alone. Imbecile.
enemy // Death to you. Despicable piece of filth.
xx The List
.Justin - I love you dearly, and you and I shall always be brothers. Nothing can change that.
gallery ;
xx so. how do i look?
main reference sheet © Akante
cuddle with a rockstar © Akante
eye set © Akante
roleplays ;
xx long gone...
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xx alive and well...
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credits ;
xx outline © Daphine
x outline tweaks © Akante
xx design © Akante
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:50:21 GMT -5
RULES: I'd really like for her to settle in a pack, for protection 2-3 recent RP samples {{BASICS}}Birth Name: Taglia
Meaning: Italian for slash
Current Name: Fraintesa
Meaning: Italian for misunderstood
Full Name: Fraintesa Legitra
Alias(s): Tesa, Rain
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Date of Birth: July 17th
Sexuality Preference: Heterosexual
Species: Canis Lupis
Breed: ¨ú Timber || ¨û Dire || ¨û Arctic
Fury?: No
Mother: (Pending)
Father: Unknown...
Siblings: Carella (NPC)
Crush: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Other Kin: Weston (cousin)(NPC)
Height: 3'0"
Weight: 115lbs
Length: 6'2"
Birth Place: Ancient Forest
Pack: None
Desired Pack: Unsure
Rank: Loner
Desired Rank: Unsure
Location: N/A"Now that you know me...{{APPEARENCE}}Body Build:
Skinny
Frail
Fairly Short
Short Tail
Long fur
Small Paws
Small Ears
Physical Status:
Strength: 6/10
Intelligence: 8/10
Stamina: 7/10
Hygiene: 10/10
Speed: 8/10
Overall Health: 95/100
Coloring:
Eyes: Blood red
Main Pelt: Cold Ash
Primary Pelt Color: Blood Red
Secondary Pelt Color(s): White
Ears: White and Red
Nose: Jet Black
Markings: Curved, red heart on back. "Armor" markings on all legs
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Accessories: None
Mental Status:
Aggression: 4/10
Compassion: 8/10
Kindness: 10/10
Patience: 9/10
Humor: 6/10
Persistance: 7/10
Strength: 7/10
Sanity: 8/10
Experience: 4/10 "Can you ever be the same again?{{PERSONALITY}}
Towards Strangers: If she scents any strangers nearby, Tesa will do her best to make clear before they notice her. She doesn't want to take any chances of being hurt or interrogated at all. If she is seen, she will simply lay down in submission, or hold a submissive stance. She will rarely make eye contact, and will keep herself close, her tail tucked and her head drooped.
Towards Friends: She will cling to friends, and may even talk with them. Usually her expressions do the talking for her, but sometimes there are things that can only be told through words. She trusts her friends with all her heart, and will do her best to remain true to them. Fraintesa will keep close to them, defend them when they need help, and will do what she can for them.
Towards Family: She is very clingy towards her sister, she doesn't want to lose her. She feels safe and easygoing with her, and loves her with all her heart and more. She will fight to the death for her, especially knowing that she is a terrible fighter. She will talk freely to her sister, for Tesa feels she can trust her with her innermost secrets, and will listen to anything and everything her sister has to say to her. She is warm and welcoming, caring and compassionate towards her sister.
Towards The Pack: She has no Pack.
Towards The Packmates: She has no Pack, ergo no Packmates.
Overall: She is very shy and quiet, and she rarely speaks a word. Her mouth is practucally shut tight, and she is very slinky when she walks. She is curious, but knows that her curiosity can sometimes lead to trouble, so she is cautious. She suffers from acute paranoia, and is very skittish and jumpy. She doesn't trust anyone but her sister and her closest friends. She is uncertain about how she feels towards her cousin, Weston, and so she tries to keep out of his way. She will try to avoid drama, fighting, arguments, and practically any encounters with someone she doesn't know or doesn't like. Her eyes seem to always be glowing with a beam of sadness. She warms up to pups easily, and enjoys being in their presence. She needs to be safe and secure, and so she is almost always with her sibling, Carella. She isn't exactly fluent in English... so her sentences are with an Italian accent. Sometimes she replaces words in her sentences with the Italian translation..."I have changed so many times over the years...{{HISTORY}}Fraintesa and her sister were born in the Ancient Forest with their mother. She raised them herself, and the two girls never knew their father. They grew up knowing that he was ill-eqipped to raise a family. And so, Fraintesa grew up, however she had a different name then. It was Taglia, or slash, because the markings by her eyes were thought to be slashes from the gods. She felt ashamed of herself, and so Fraintesa grew isolated and very quiet. She didn't want to disappoint anyone, and she feared that what she might say could be taken into offense. Occasionally her grim attitude would break away for a short game of wrestling with Carella, but overall she was usually very depressed.
(WIP)"It is impossible to know who I am anymore...{{EXTRAS}}Likes: Safety, pups, innocence, cold weather, DRY hot weather, storms, clear nights, the moon, the stars, her sister, mice, the long grass
Dislikes: Alteron, Rapier, The Fury, fogs, mists, crickets, brutes, threats, feeling abandoned, feeling vulnerable, being in the open
Values That Are Important: Love, Kindness, Friendship, Passion
Strengths: Wordplay, Kindness, Understanding, Patience, Speed
Weaknesses: Strength, Stress, Fighting, Making Desicions"Who Am I...?I Am Fraintesa Legitra {{ART}}By Me:
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By Others:
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Post by Akante on Aug 10, 2009 17:50:38 GMT -5
RULES: Get her into some plots, she's a very interesting and troublesome character. c; 3-4 recent RP samples New profile once adopted Perhaps a persona? It's Brittany Betch  -|[ ¤]|- Basics-- ¤-- [¤--Name :: Brittany[¤--Pronunciation :: Burr-iht-a-nee[¤--Alias :: Rita[¤--Age :: 3 Years[¤--Species :: Timber Wolf[¤--Gender :: Female[¤--Sexuality :: Bisexual[¤--Height :: 2'11"[¤--Wheight :: 125 lbsPack-- ¤-- [¤--Past Pack(s) :: N/A[¤--Past Rank(s) :: N/A[¤--Current Pack :: Hopefully Aniketos[¤--Current Rank :: RogueLineage-- ¤-- [¤--Mother :: Missing[¤--Father :: Missing[¤--Siblings :: Murdered[¤--Half-Siblings :: Unaware[¤--Grandmother :: Deceased[¤--Grandfather :: Deceased[¤--Others :: UnawareFamily-- ¤-- [¤--Mate :: Looking[¤--Pups :: None[¤--Past Mates :: N/ARelations-- ¤-- [¤--Key ::
Hatred
Angered
Annoyance
Unsure
Acquainted
Friend
Trusted
Best Friend
Respect
Crush
Love
Mate
Family
[¤--Mother : You never trusted me, did you? You never saw what I could become, and now you are nothing but a flea on my tail.
[¤--Father : You exiled me! Your own kin! How dare you! I am stronger than any of my pathetic siblings, and I don't know how you couldn't have known that! You will pay, believe me...
Outside
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[¤--Reference :: Click Here
[¤--Eyes :: Pale Lime Green
[¤--Fur :: Deep Chocolate Brown
[¤--Markings :: Too Many
[¤--Accessories :: None
[¤--Scars :: None Visible
[¤--Other :: None
Inside
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[¤--Likes :: Power. Respect. Being Admired. Nighttime. Being the center of attention. Feeling independant. Love. The stars. The moon.
[¤--Dislikes :: Inaria. Brats. Her father. Her past. Anything reminding her of her past. Being scolded. Being of low authority.
[¤--Dream :: Reign over a pack
[¤--Fears :: Her past coming back to haunt her.
[¤--Values :: Independance, Power, Love, Strength of Mind, Persisitance.
[¤--Personality :: Rita is quite fed up with herself, actually. She is very proud and can be arrogant. She wants to have her way, and will do anything necessary for it. She can be aggressive to anyone who pushes the wrong buttons, and she will make them squeal, count on it. However, when she is with someone she sees as "more than a friend", she is very loving and affectionate. She will love them until the end of time, even if they betray her. After all, she is only mortal. She will do only what benefits her, so she can't always be relied on. Rita is quick to reply, and is usually very blunt and snotty with it. SHe will not tolerate any insults, and will be sure to show whoever insulted her will know just how strong she is. She is swift and powerful, and although she isn't the skinniest of wolves, she is practically all muscle. She has the strength to back up her words. Overall, Rita is clever, somewhat manipulative, blunt, arrogant, sturdy, affectionate, flirty, and mentally strong.
History
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[¤--Past :: Not too much is needed to know about Brittany. Here's what should be known by anyone who encounters her : Brittany was born into a small, stable group of wolves who resided in the Red Mountains. Her mother and father were the leaders of the group. One day, she overheard them talking. They were discussing whether or not to create a pack. They had a decent amount of followers, and they were strong. And so they started to discuss how to do so. Excited by the news, Rita ran off to a nearby pond. She would be the heir, and she simply knew it. An alpha. Proud and dignified, the she-pup straightened up, creating rules and ranks, for when she would take the place of her parents. She had everything planned out. Rumor spread that her parents were talking again, but in the privacy of their den. Smirking, Rita ran over there. She was kin, and so she was allowed in. Pretending to go to sleep, she listened closely. But there was something wrong with what they were talking about. They were planning to appoint her brother as heir... No! She couldn't let that happen! Angered beyond the pup's comprehension, she set out the next day while her parents were away on a hunt. Conning her brother into thinking she was injured, she snatched out at him and fought him until he died. And, to make sure she was to be dubbed the Heir, she went and killed her two runt sisters while she was at it. But, being young and inexperienced, she didn't clean up after her crime, and was soon found out.
Her father was disgusted with her, and exiled her from his group as if she was a simple intruder. Her mother, too overwhelmed, took no part nor notice of this. Brittany has gone on, vowing that she will get revenge on that pitiful group. Especially her father. A grudge like no other looms deep in her heart...
[¤--Roleplay :: Same as Above
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[¤--Theme ::
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[flash=200,200]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebDBKSdkhnI&feature=related[/flash]
[¤--Art ::
Hey There By Akante
Did You Kill Them? By Akante
Gotcha! By Akante
Rita 1 By Akante
Rita 2 By Akante
[¤--Design (c) Akante
[¤--Character (c) Akante
[¤--Based Off Of Several songs from Britney Spears
[¤--Profile (c) Simulizi
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