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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Aug 22, 2012 6:34:49 GMT -5
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regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)
Age: 2 years of age.
Gender: Female
Breed: Timber, arctic wolf hybrid.
Pack: Heaven pack.
Rank: Alpha
Personality:
Tranquil, Sincere, Affectionate, Considerate, Determined, Passive Defensive,
Cyone is extremely calm and cautious, unlike most wolves she'll react in sincere kindness before aggression. Cyone is quite passive and never snaps or strikes out in anger. However she isn't someone you think could be taken advantage of, if you continue to bombard her with aggression or threaten her pack she will finally act to prevent harm to anyone. She has an overwhelming aura of tranquility that can even 'tame' the most savage of wolves. She has the ability to always have a free mind, this allows her to peacefully plan and think tactfully without the blinding rage of other foolish wolves.
Cyone will not snarl, or even expose any hint of being angry. She is affectionate to others but she tends to keep to herself silently most of the time. Cyone also tends to self correct herself despite anything, however it's very subtle changes, believing she shouldn't change herself for selfish reasons, however the opinion of people she cares about takes a toll. Always tends to patrol her land to quell her fear that something went wrong, majority of the time she would do this alone.
Likes: Peace, happiness, silence, youth, her pack, immaculate days, nature, sweet tasting stuff (Shhh one of her weaknesses)
Dislikes: Conflict, aggression, death, blood, (She has a open mind and tends to have high tolerance for things)
Fears: Slightly edgy around storms or fire, her pack getting eradicated, future family getting killed, other pups dying.
Dreams Of: Eternal peace within the entire world no more war or violence to douse the land in blood.
Quick description: The ivory pigmented female contains towering limbs that even hunches over some males. Cyone's physique is graceful in appearance with delicate accents. Densely compacted fur consumes her entire body and allows her to look quite elegantly yet massive which is only an illusion due to her pelt's mass.. Pallid furs etches along her lithe frame before dropping toward her glimmering irises that mirror the wonders of the world. Russet as bark, olive as leaves.
Cyone bears mostly a regal stature when in the presence of her pack mates, frequently walking with a perked head and propped up shoulders. Ebony dyed pupils fixed ahead with a alert expression upon her visage.
Body Type: Her physique contains a unique appeal, her elongated pelt hangs elegantly from her slender frame. Shoulders are elevated higher then the rest of her body extending to rather tall limbs dipping into broad paws. However she is not heavily muscular, she appears to be due to her dense pelt. Defining features are her tall legs and long pelt. <3
Fur Color: Immaculate alabaster fur engulfs her entire physique extending within every inch of her. Ebony etches her lovely eyes and lips as well as along her toes. Cyone typically keeps her pelt clean to represent the pack in a dignified manner.
Eye Color: Beneath the blanket of pure ivory is the alpha's lovely irises. Etched like a perfect gem the eyes a pigmented a emerald hue that reflects the natural environment. Subtle flecks of russet mingles within the depths of the irises.
Family: Tiska (Mother, disappeared randomly.) Besuno (Father died within a random ambush.) Sisika (Still born) Mavua (Brother, left to be a loner)
History:
Besuno was the alpha for many years along with his trusted mate Tiska. They birthing of the alpha couple was supposed to bring happiness within the pack. However the moment they birthed a stillborn happiness seemed like it will never come. Mavua was to be the next alpha, he was irresponsible, disrespectful, he was not a fit alpha. He didn't even want the position, despite that Cyone was always wanting to be with her brother, he seemed to not like her. Besuno attempted to train Mavua but once he became of age he left the pack which was against all rules placed down. So it was Cyone left alone to take the place of the alpha. Reluctantly her father entrusted her with the title once he passed on. Tiska was out searching for blesses prey but her and her hunting group was never located.
In grief Besuno embarked to search for her but he was ambushed by another pack in doing so killed him for being so inexperienced. Cyone vowed to never be weak, she will fight if she needed to but she'll do that last. Cyone was granted the title and she suspects Hell pack was the ones to steal her parents, however a body wasn't found from her mother. From then on Cyone became the tranquil leader of Heaven pack. <333
Close Friends: I'm hoping once I get Hawks permission, that Alexander can be one.  Also possibly Renja.
Friends: Her entire pack counts as her friends in her eyes, however she has dew 'close friends'.
Acquaintances: Ghost: She encountered this rather new alpha at random times and he appeared to be nice, he may become a friend soon.
Enemies: She has no enemies.
Affection: She used to have a childhood crush upon -Insert secret person here- I haven't placed down detailed history sooo. ;3 you'll find out soon. She actually feels really attached to a certain general known as Alexander. It my grow even more. <3
Mate: No, so far she's too distracted with caring for her pace to worry about it.
Threads:
Could this be home?
mtnwolf.boards.net/index.cgi?board=meadow&action=display&thread=80
Bitter days.
mtnwolf.boards.net/index.cgi?board=meadow&action=display&thread=102&page=1
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Aug 22, 2012 6:47:07 GMT -5
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Normal, //Thoughts//, "Spoken Words", Others
Age: 3 years.
Gender: Male.
Breed: European wolf.
Pack: Nopes
Rank:Rogue but might to join the Earth pack.
Personality:Straight forward, talkative, humorous, an actor, easy going, immature, obnoxious, god complex. xD
Yes indeed this male is extremely straight forward, never hesitant whether it would be fighting or speaking with the ladies. ;3 Koshero has no boundaries, strutting across any stretch of land as if he was the king. Very persistent, he will stop at nothing until he had his way, no matte the cost. He enjoys to bombard people with words, he relentlessness wave of a conversation typically never ends when it comes to him. Humor is indeed one of his preferable qualities since it's less annoying, unless he teases you. Randomness comes to mind when describing his jokes, either he's being sarcastic, retarded, or just lame jokes. They always seemed to brighten some people.
Easy to get along with, he's rarely angered and doesn't care about threats, he usually will just twist the threat around to make it sound silly. Yus his antics are very frustrating, a lot more people can't stand him, which is why he roams alone. Immature is a trait that he wouldn't call his, however majority of everyone that meets him will beg to differ. Koshero's teasing can go too far on occasions, in doing so will upset the one he's speaking to. Obnoxious, indeed.. true random moaning or a bad impersonation of something with a raspy voice can be considered obnoxious. Koshero calls it playing around and prefers to not be addressed in such a manner. God complex is a strange, his flirty antics and boasting could be mistaken for having such a complex, so it's most certainly not much of a quality, however he still is called that.
Likes: Company, speaking, being admired, being worshiped, being loved, gifts, praise, ladies, acting, being a GOD.
Dislikes: Conflict, insults, being challenged, getting rejected, ugly freaks, weirdos, ect.
Fears: Getting his bootiful face ripped off... and a certain other part.
Dreams Of: Being surrounded by a crowd of beautiful people, worshiping him and catering to his every need.
Body Type: Tall, slender muscles, elongated body, extremely plushy tail.
Fur Color: LAZY-NESSSSS. >.< His a forest hued timber with thick pronounced russet etchings. Pallid furs tinge along his jaw ending into a ebony nose. Creamy hues ripples along his entire pallet allowing a alluring pattern to be formed.
Eye Color: His left iris contains well chiseled gold within its depths, the vibrancy unleashing with each stare. However almost like a ember it erupts into a flurry of rippling honey coated hues. Resonating from the right eye is a tranquil sapphire that dimly shimmered with hidden kindness, exposing a sheen of serenity and embrace. The two balance each other to unite the ferocity yet delicate feel of the hues.
Family: Father: Panda, (Was a major player and embarked upon a journey else where), Sisika (Abandoned them) Tikia (Younger sister was taken in by another pack) Falian (Brother and was also taken in)
History:
Panda his father was quite the actor, constant words he recited to Sisika and she believed the words. That love existed between them. They had a litter of gorgeous pups, Koshero being first born and also the largest compared to his runt like sister. Panda appeared to be quite proud of his off spring. Panda and Sisika was teaching the skills of hunting once more, when Panda encounter one of his many mates. Distraught Sisika fled the scene to go sob while Panda left them to embark on another quest for a new mate. Refusing to contain the pups she merely gave them away, abandoning the love that was never there.
Koshero allowed himself to rest until finally leaving, he allowed his sister and brother to live happily but he refused to stay. Knowing that life contained more wonders instead of just this let down. Following in his father's paw-steps he wants to test to see if he can have love, or is it just an illusion?
Close Friends: Defiantly himself.
Friends: Himself.
Acquaintances: Zecora, quite an interesting little female. However she annoys me. Avarice,
Enemies: He doesn't have enemies... they may be called 'People below him' which is everyone in his case.
Affection: He seems to negate the ability to have affection besides for himself, but maybe.....nah. Joking. ;D
Mate: I wouldn't' call it a 'mate', I would call it multiples of females that produce offspring.
Threads:
Hell is my home...
mtnwolf.boards.net/index.cgi?action=display&board=dunes&thread=112&page=1
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Sept 12, 2012 20:05:29 GMT -5
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regular, speech, thoughts, other(s)
Age: Three years.
Gender:Male
Breed: Timber wolf.
Pack: He is a rouge but he's going to join hell in the next minutes.
Rank: None.
Personality: Insane, sadistic, violent, un-relentless, straight forward, majorly aggressive, savage.
Feral is the definition of a savage. Never will he hesitate to hurl himself at anyone to initiate a fight, he doesn't think, he acts upon pure primal instinct. Feral is completely 'feral' rarely is he ever not spitting insults or snarling. He can't be enclosed, nor can he be tamed. Feral however has a insignificant soft spot for his brother, however even then Feral acts harsh but deep within him will hesitate if he was forced to kill him in a fight if that ever happened.
His brain is corrupted with the obsession with fighting, blood, ect. Bestowing agony or pain is defiantly his favorite things. Anything pure makes his disgusted, so he has an overwhelming hate for kindness or anything similar to that. Feral rarely will be composed however, alongside his brother he tends to calm ever so slightly to the point of understanding his actions, unless Feral is in a rage-mode.
Likes:Murder, blood, torture, pain, bodies, fighting, witnessing his brother kick ass or act 'alpha like'.
Dislikes:Kindness, peace, clean things,
Fears:The only thing he could possibly fear is the death of his brother.
Dreams Of:Choas, a world where only him and his brother controls. Even though he can care less for power.
Body Type:He's heavily built with a deep broad chest, his shoulders are also great in width. Feral isn't extremely tall, he consists of stocky muscle and length with compact hind legs. His tail is consists of dense fur as well as fur residing upon his throat making it difficult to piece.
Fur Color: His pelt contains mingling hues of slate, cream, and smoldered ebony. However it's tinged with a greater amount of debris, having no care for personal looks.
Scars: His left ear was ravaged from one of Vlandole's forced fights, he had time to get used to the handicap however it's difficult to hear from it. Numerous nicks also litter his physique.
Eye Color:Lifeless empty grey.
Family:
Arelante (Mother) - Deceased
Vlandole (Father) - Deceased
Sederate (Brother) - Deceased
Byrant (Brother) - Deceased
Malevolent (Brother) - Lives.
Cylestia (Sister) - Deceased
History:
You guys all know Malevolent's gruesome beginning, however Feral's story has yet to be told. Being the tiny runt, he was constantly attacked within the pack, maiming one of his ears and also brutally scarring his build. Feral made sure he kept unnoticed within the pack to avoid devastating and life threatening thrashing, however his father would discover him and would not hesitate to remind Feral of his weakness. Feral began to feel himself not able to hold back from outbursts, knowing all too well he was weak he forced himself to escape the confines of the Hell pack.
From then on the male frequently survived on significant scraps of food, unable to hunt decently alone and weakened. His ear proved to be quite troublesome and he couldn't hunt as well as most wolves. Finally Feral gave way to full instinct, his reflexes and other senses. He morphed into a savage beast, his reacting speed quite uncanny. Once he felt he may return, he sought out the Hell pack once more. Fully away of the occurrences after his departure, all of his family besides his brother was dead.
Friends: Eh...
Close Friends: His... brother?
Crush:
Mate:
Enemies: He doesn't like Avarice of Adyn.
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Also possibly Renja.