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Name: Kishi
Nickname: None
Title: The Solo Soul
Species: Regae Wolf
Runes: None
Gender: Female
Age: 2 ½ -3
Coat: Dark grey on back fading to white. Patches of brown here and there.
Build: Slim
Eyes: Gold
Markings: Dark grey diamond on right eye.
Mate: None
Pups: Heta, Thunder(adopted)
Siblings: Moon Dog
Pack: Frozen Tears
Rank: Tuka
Status: Fine
Persona: If Kishi is anything it is defiantly Bi-polar. Mood swings more intense then just playfull vibes flow through her. Her ‘normal’ personality she enjoys interacting with her pack, and sometimes lurking in the shadows, stalking others without them realizing it. But this wolfess has deep depressions, withdrawing from almost all life and weeping in solitude about a tragic loss in her life.
History: From the time she reached a year old to her second Kishi was a loner, stalking her territory, frightening off any wandering strays that wished to join. Then she managed to become socaily interactive, forming a pack in her lands. Quickly she fell in love with a male named Ace. Tragically he died along with 4 of her cubs he was trying to protect. Now she snarls towards any wolf who wants to mate with her, for her heart has been shattered and it seems will never be put back together.
Name: Moon Dog
Nickname: none
Title: The Feral Minded
Species: Regae Wolf
Runes: Thurisaz
Gender: Male
Age: 3
Coat: Golden, with some bits of red, white underside.
Build: Tall and very slim.
Eyes: Light Grey
Markings: none
Mate: none
Pups: none
Siblings: Kishi
Pack: Frozen Tears
Rank: Paska
Status: Fine
Persona: Unfriendly towards strangers that try to impress. He’s more likely to accept someone who is submissive or in need then a stray alpha. The mongrel isn’t all that bad, being kind to friends and family (especially pups). Following the ancient instincts of all creatures along with simple logic, he casts himself as a warrior and a lonely soul whom very few understand.
History: He is a rare breed, having a little blood of dog running through him. Moon Dog is a descendent of a line of cross-breds, who now are rare to find. His doggie heritage doesn’t show much, just for his fur. Shortly after Kishi created her pack, he found her and they rejoined one another with a few snarls at first. Soon they recalled friendly past and now are the ones the others trust most. Though he is known to be loyal, if he must he’d turn his back on his sister if she was truly thrust into an oblivion of insanity that would have no return.
Name: Dawn
Nickname: none
Title: Softened Shadow
Species: Regae Wolf
Runes: none
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year
Coat: Black mixed with few greys and browns
Build: Medium, sturdy and slightly slim.
Eyes: Gold
Markings: none
Mate: none
Pups: none
Siblings: Dusk
Pack: Frozen Tears
Rank: Malla
Status: fine
Persona: Looks after pack cubs as if they where her own. She is extremely playful and caring. She isn’t a very careless wolf though, keeping a sharp eye for danger when her duties are called. She has leadership skills that guide her when she is alone with family children, this making her perfect as a pup-sitter.
History: She was born to a stray mother who had lost her way from her pack. After a year of life they found their way back and lived there happily. Then the pack was torn apart as wolven began to vanish mysteriously, and soon their mother Kiva was gone missing too. Driven insane by the thought of his mother slain, Dusk tore after the pack children, forcing Dawn along with the rest of the pack to drive him off. After about a month or two, Dawn came looking for her brother, and found him in Frozen Tears. Ever since she has been a faithful member, and somewhat self appointed herself as their Malla, looking after the pups without request quite often.
Name: Dusk
Nickname: none
Title: The Tucked Tail
Species: Regae Wolf
Runes: none
Gender: male
Age: 1 year
Coat: Grey cape fading to white.
Build: medium but somewhat heavy.
Eyes: Grey
Markings: Black ears and black marks under eyes.
Mate: none
Pups: none
Siblings: Dawn
Pack: Frozen Tears
Rank: Droga(omega)
Status: fine
Persona: A friendly coward indeed who from time to time gains a burst of courage. He knows his place though sometimes can’t help to step out of line. As his sister, he enjoys the company of cubs, but not as much. One thing for certain is that he goes through insane spurges quite often.
History: Born from the she-wolf Kiva as a stray then re-joined his mothers pack. When tragedy hit, fear of his mothers death comsumed him. He attempted to slay the clan’s remaining cubs, but failed and was cast out by Dawn and the pack. After a little under a week, he was the first that Kishi became fond of.
Name: Heta
Nickname: none
Title: Swift paw
Species: Regae Wolf
Runes: None
Gender: Female
Age: 6 months
Coat: Black on the top, fading down to a dark grey then a white belly.
Build: Slim, and very agile. She’s built for speed.
Eyes: Icy blue
Markings: None
Mate: none
Pups: none
Siblings: Thunder(adopted)
Pack: Frozen Tears
Rank: Adolescent
Status: Fine
Persona: The childish trickster at times, and loves to pull her pack mates tails.. Quite literally… She is kind to most and loyal to the trusted. Very curios and swift indeed.
History: From the time she was a pup of only three months she was racing her father, sometimes winning, sometimes loosing, but hey, racing a blind wolf is a bit easier eh? She’s a swift one and has always been, getting out of trouble from just her special talent at speed and endurance.
Songdog's Characters
Dubbing: Req Karasu
Alias: 'Officer' Req
Role Played By: Baydayo
Age: Five
Species: Regae Wolf
Gender: Mascu
(Former)Mate: Phoenix
Progeny: None
Build: Heavy
Height: Massive
Coat: Brown-rouge
Markings: Various scars
Eyes: Pumpkin
Companion: None
Cadre: Frozen tears
Rank: Lekota
Status: Fine
Persona: Distant, detached, silent natured and self kept. He will follow the orders of some one else without much thought to it. Even when he has done wrong, he feels no remorse from the crimes, and never put much thought into it afterwards. He is able to pick up the pieces, and start again without word. Almost emotionless, with a placid tone.
Thunder's Characters
Name: Thunder Strom
Nickname: Thunder
Title: The adopted Prince
Species: Wolf.
Runes: None.
Gender: Male.
Age: One Year.
Coat: Dark Grey, (like a thunder beard) a white lighting blots down his chest and across his left orb.
Build: Slender (Skinny) most all muscle.
Eyes: Yellow.
Markings: lighting blots down his chest and across his left orb.
Mate: None.
Pups: None.
Siblings: All blood sibling’s dead. Adopted siblings: Heta
Pack: Frozen Tears.
Rank: Young Adult.
Status: Fine (a little under fed).
Persona: Now was a loyal fun loving wolf. He still acts as a pup due to his lack of pup-hood. He also has a crush on Heta the princess. However, He still has problems with shyness and does not do well in groups. He however is now becoming an excellent hunter and starting to become more confident and outgoing.
History: Was wandering for a little time after his parents (Who were alpha’s) were killed by other wolves and the pack broke out into fighting. He then wandered into the pack of his now mother, Kishi and the founder alpha Ace. He was saved from a life of blaming himself for his parents dead. He is now loyal to his mother who saved him and loyal to the pack. He would let himself die to keep the pack safe
Monty's Characters
Name: Grager Vin'Fonk
Nickname: Grag
Title: Wandering Narcotic
Species: Regae Wolf
Runes: None
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years. Young Adult
Coat: Gray with a silver undertone with a red tint on top. A light tint, only cacheable if in the dim light at an angle. As if someone had lightly gone over him with rust shards. It is think, but clings to his body, outlining his bones.
Build: Thin but with a medium frame. Ribs can clearly be made out and counted, if you would take the time to do such a thing.
Eyes: Cyan and red-rimed.
Markings: None out of the ordinary. His brow-ridge is a bit darker then the rest, but that's about it.
Mate: Oh, you wretched tease! -pokes-
Pups: None
Siblings: None-well, maybe a few. Pack: None
Rank: Oh, but would he be worthy of something so grand?
Status: Jittery
Persona: Friendly, in a kind of creepy way. His first reaction to a situation is curiosity, followed by panic, depending on the problem. Then the loop completes itself and goes back to where it started: Why am I afraid? Grager is a nutter with a quivering laught and tired eyes. Not the deranged kind you try to avoid for fear of being attacked, but the simple kind. The kind you avoid because you are worrying what might rub off. He never fails to bring a smile, and is always doing it himself. It's just difficult to tell whether he's smiling with you or at your expense.
History: Well, he has no sob story to tell, but there is indeed something amiss with him. He remains to be undisclosed on this subject.
That aside, he was the love child of a leader's daughter and a low-ranking hunter. A dangerous match, and no surprise an ill-fated arrangement. His mother's sire had promised her over to the dragga of a different pack. A deal closing. For peace and safekeeping among his pack, the other clan got his daughter's puppies. Fare trade, once you got down to it. Don't look at me that way, darling.
When it was found that Grager's mother was pregnant, they had the father killed, murdered by his fellow hunters, and the dragga sent out for his daughter. He would perform his own abortion. The agreement was of course off. Her match would not have a solid mate, and so an invasion was to be had. That's all he knows about that. His mother got away, obviously, but Grager had never met his father. Or his granddad.
You may worm more information of his life out of him, if you wish, but I make no promises.
Hisoka's Characters
Name: Maiara
Nickname: Shima (mother)
Title: Lone mother
Species: Regae Wolf
Runes: None
Gender: Female
Age: 4 Springs
Coat: Mainly a grey and white mix typical of a grey wolf. Her fur was mostly short, but thickened slightly upon her back and visibly upon her tail, hackles and lining her jaw line. Upon her head medium grey fur covered her fore head, lining her eyes and pointed down between them. Mostly it was white around her eyes, cheeks and down her muzzle to her snout tip. Her head was made all the more narrow by the medium grey fur that stood out in an aura along her cheek line. Upon her ear tips it was a dark grey black, which followed down her hackles and back until her tail base. Upon her under belly and all her legs and paws, were a very light grey/silvery white, this included her tail.
Build: Long legged, which helped propel her narrow and thin form, as did medium sized lithe and delicate paws. A long tail offered balance as she ran at her full speed, but only during times she was reasonably nourished. But currently a few ribs showed upon her sides and her skin was pulled taunt upon her legs and face. Despite her appearance she was still a swift runner and long canines would cause much damage if the time called for it.
Eyes: Large and pale gold in colour, lined darkly against light fur.
Markings: Minimal scarring.
Mate: Died
Pups: Last litter died, soon after adopted an orphan Corsac fox cub.
Siblings: None
Pack: Reluctantly Searching for one.
Rank: Vagrant
Status: Malnourished, any kill goes to sustain her growing cub.
Persona: Initially her unconfident side shows in front of others, but with time and shared confidence her natural abilities as a very skilled hunter, especially during the track and chase, could show through. Usually her size came against her during the pulling down of the kill, but that time was over for now as she cared for the cub, but still she dreamed to be that wolf once more. Her initial impression in the company of another wolf was skittish and suspicious around others of her kind, also highly defensive and overprotective of her cub. But with time she could open up slightly to those she trusted and would appear light and friendly. Despite this in truth she was only ever open to herself and her cub. Due to her life currently revolving around the cub whom she fends, feeds, protects, lives and fights for. For now this was her current goal and it was dawning upon her, it would take a leader like figure who she could trust also who was skilled in patience, to change her into something more.
History: She treasured her memories within her birth pack, for times were light and easy and she had others whom cared for her and she them. But as springs passed and the want to have pups of her own as she matured, lead her to leave the pack. This was mainly due to her moderate status and lack of strength preventing her gaining the honour to mate. Despite this her love to run had named her a skilled and swift hunter, and since a young age she’d been brought up and taught the ways of hunting and tracking, of the different scents of prey both good and bad. These skills she kept with her and used much within her first term of as a vagrant. Swiftly enough as mating season came along she met up with a young male vagrant known to her as Willow. They mated and within several months later she found a suitable den and their pups were born, 3 alive and well, and 1 still born. The land surrounding the den was briefly claimed by Willow, whom supplied her meat and protection whilst the pups were in their early stages. Suddenly one-day Willow didn’t return and the pups having only just opened their eyes meant she wouldn’t dare attempt to leave the den long to hunt decent game. During these long days she’d gradually gotten weaker and along with the harsh weather meant she was forced to hunt further away from the den. Most times she’d only managed to find just enough, and on one of those journeys back she’d found the den empty. After a long while searching she’d managed to find one of the pups barely alive who died soon after, the other two were missing and were never found however long she’d searched.
Starved, alone and weak, she’d roamed until suddenly she found and orphaned fox cub. It was said fate drew them together as they both found each other in a time of need and helped each other live on. He gave her the will to hunt so to produce more milk, which once belonged to her now dead pups. This now she produced to sustain her fox cub, whom she cared for all the more tenderly and with heightened protection compared to her first litter. Once he was old enough instinct aided her and she weaned him at 5 weeks old onto meat, but he being smaller than any wolf pup made it easier for her to forage during harsh times. Soon enough she strove to feed him more than herself as he grew, and her thin appearance was kept the same. A couple of seasons had now passed and they’d travelled to a cold and frozen dangerous land. Hunting and finding food was becoming increasingly hard, and the fear of the effects on this upon her fox cub meant she was forced to consider things she would never have agreed to do under normal circumstances, including finding a pack. But their situation forced them closer to a packs territory and her decision had to be made soon, whether she would risk joining a wolf pack with an adopted fox cub at her side. Like any wolf mother she taught and brought up her cub in the ways of the wolf, so a wolf he's been brought up to be.
Name: Dylian
Nickname: Fox, Dyl (pronounced d-ill)
Title: Young cub
Species: Regae (Corsac) fox
Runes: None
Gender: Male
Age: 7 months
Coat: A mostly grey coat with a white patch under his chin, despite this comparable similarity to his adopted wolf mother his coat overall had a dusty orange based tinge to his fur.
Build: Having not reached his first year he hadn’t reached full maturity, but generally he had medium length legs and paws. His ears compared to wolf cubs didn’t tower over his head, as they were only medium in size in relation to his pointed maw and circular head. He had a small head and snout, and therefore teeth (even within the fox species), which was a distinct indication of the species difference (other than scent), and compared to wolf pups his tail was long and bushy to keep him warm. Overall he was well fed and content and his slightly rounded figure and thick healthy fur showed this.
Eyes: Golden, dark lined and large.
Markings: None
Mate: Too young
Pups: Too young
Siblings: None that survived
Pack: Only that consisted of him and his mother
Rank: Vagrant Cub/pup
Status: Healthy.
Persona: Extremely healthy and highly active and playful, having never remembered his birth mother to him there had only been one and he lived on well not knowing the truth that his current mother had adopted him and was of a different species. He’d never considered this fact at all especially as he’d only ever lived with his wolf mother. She was his supplier of food, teacher, play friend as well as being his friend and mother. With youth meant he was stubborn and over confident in his abilities and loved to explore and travel on and to try, see or smell new things. This she encouraged and he was brought up believing he was a wolf and despite differences he would always be a wolf, who’d live alongside and protect his mother.
History: He could never remember his birth parents or any siblings, for they were dead to him. The furthest he could think back to was one time that his wolf mother came to him, comforted him and offered him the life supporting milk he needed. From then onwards were happy memories of his teaching and upbringing, along with scares and scolding (which were few) compared to that of hiding and fleeing. His wolf mother was unknowingly having an effect on him and despite his instincts, which were swiftly becoming nothing other than unwanted temptation, which he soon suppressed and ignored, as he still believed himself as a wolf pup. Forever he planned on being a wolf and if any called him a fox (having never coming across one) he took it easily as a nickname.