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Allärieh https://i.postimg.cc/h435yJvM/Raewyn-Ref-Sheet.jpg
Character Name: Allärieh
Age : 4 1/2
Species : Gray Wolf
Birth Defects : Chimera
Gender : Female
Mate : Séktor (Gray Wolf)
Personality:
Backstory:
It was a foggy morning, the day the little pup came into the world. Dawn had just arrived, the sun barely peaking up over the horizon. After a long, painful labor, the little runt was born alongside her larger brother, who ended up stillborn. Her Mother, the Alpha, cried through her pain, with tears of joy. She was named Allärieh, meaning 'eternal'. Heiđei, her mother, was beyond with joy. After countless attempts, and many pregnancies ending in stillbirths, she would finally have a chance to be a Mother. She would have a chance to have a family.
The Pack however, was quick to shun the runt of a pup. Even from a distance, it was known that Allärieh was abnormal. The patterns of black, as dark as ink covered the normal fur colours of grey, brown and white. As if she was cursed, a shadow on one of the most legendary bloodlines known.
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Allärieh grew up in the shadows of doubt. Always lurking, although never joining in on the games, or pack activities along with the other juveniles. The others always stopped when she attempted to play, tail between their legs as if they were afraid. Allärieh hated being different, she wished every night to be normal. Yet every morning she awoke, to the same gloomy fate. Lonely, she turned to playing with the other animals that lived around the caves, den and forest surrounding it. Her favorite game was to chase after the rainbow butterflies that fluttered by. She never pounced on them though, they were too pretty to kill. Even rabbits sometimes hopped near while grazing, but the deer eyed her closely, as if she was a dangerous beast. The birds thought she was harmless enough, and she loved to follow them as they flew above, going on little adventures - further and further away from the den.
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Masters and Elders often joined her on the short expeditions. Mainly just to keep her out of trouble, but they also taught her herbology, how to heal, make small weapons and potions. How to create shelters, and make fire out of flint. Her favourite however, was the stories they told. Of great warriors, long wars and deadly hunts. Amazing animals and strange lands, that she would probably never see in this lifetime.
It was one day however, that changed her life forever. She had wandered too far away from the safety of home. Dusk had began to settle, just as she started to panic. She had the idea that she could do it, that she was old enough to not need constant protection. So Allärieh had snuck away, without a guard or guide, and now she was regretting it badly. All her knowledge seemed to flee, and fear took it's place. Rain began to pitter-patter down from the dark sky, soaking deep into her fur, and washing away her paw prints along with any attempt to track back her way home.
A crack of a branch caught her off guard, and she spun around to meet whoever whom made the sound. The endarkened sky made it hard for her to make out the animal. All she knew was that it was insanely large, almost as big as a bear, and it had massive antlers. The fur on Allärieh's neck bristled, as she lowered her belly to the ground. Maybe if she surrendered, it wouldn't hurt her? She was terrified. There was no way she could take on this monster and live to tell the tale. The monster-thing stunk of pine and dung. It stared at her intensely, huffing through its large nostrils. Allärieh's stomach grumbled, and she felt hunger pains. The moose seemed to lose interest however, in the coward wolf, figuring it wasn't a threat. It snorted, and went to lumber away. Although it was unaware of another predator, sitting upwind in a large fir tree, stalking.
The predators' golden fur glistened in the little light from the crescent moon. Allärieh tried to make herself as small as possible, knowing if that found her, she would have no chance in seven hells of making it out alive.Coward! She called herself Coward, Coward, Coward! The small forest clearing was thick with fog from the rain, and the grass was wet with water and dew. Maybe if she would just creep away... Allärieh thought quickly, just before the mountain cat roared, and went in for the kill.
The moose screamed and kicked, but was quickly silenced from the feline's sharp claws and powerful jaw around it's neck. Blood filled the air, and Allärieh felt her instincts kick in, damn, she was hungry. But she didn't want to risk her life for such a feeble thing.The wind changed softly, and heart dropped. The mountain cat stopped eating it's feast and sniffed the air, before turning, peering straight at the half buried wolf in the grass. Its' whickered lips pulled back in a warning growl, and almost silently moved into a crouching position, ready to pounce on the young wolf.
Allärieh didn't see the cat coming until it was on her. It's claws dug into her face, and chest yet the wolf was too stunned to fight back. She yelped, and tried to escape, but blood was everywhere, and she couldn't think straight. Heart racing and adreneline fueled, she bit down on the feline's neck with all the strength left in her. Something cracked, and she heard a deranged rawr come from the beast, before it went limp, mid-attack. The beast whined, and it's golden eyes turned glassy, staring off into the stars. A small emotion of victory paraded around Allärieh's mind, but she was already feeling drowsy. The blood loss, she knew. It didn't really trouble her, even though the chances of living till morning was slim. She felt incredibly peaceful, even through the pain that echoed through her small body. She closed her eye, the other mangled from the attack, and drifted off to sleep while the stars continued to twinkle on brightly from above.
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Three years had passed since that fateful day. Heiđei had found her along with a small search party. Tears flowed, at the sight of her broken child - almost lifeless, her black and grey patched of fur matted in sticky, dry blood. The Elders promised she would live on, but not without a sacrifice. And the promise rang true. After almost a year of recovery after the attack, Allärieh was almost fully healed. Thick, ugly scars covered her chest, legs and face however, like a reminder of the gruesome night. Her left eye was also now permanently blind. Even so, the event made her stronger. It made her train harder, learn more, and be fearsome. At four years old, she had led the pack into war with several neighbor packs. She had conquered, and made her Pack the largest ever known. Allärieh's parents, her Alpha's were proud as they were old. Undefeated in battle to this day. Allärieh decided to wed young, to Séth, a male from another pack that had surrendered, and fought beside her in several other wars. Fearsomely loyal, they were a force to be rekoned with. Allärieh's belly grew larger each day, now expecting pups on the next fullmoon. She was incredibly excited at a chance of Motherhood. At a chance to raise a family, and rise above them all.
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Hireath | Male | Unknown Sexuality
He is the ghost of what once was a warrior, a fierce fighter. Then he died, and was left to wander earth to redeem himself from the awful things he did while he was alive. He forever searches for a place he doesn't even remember, a paradise for the dead. One that he'll never find.
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Tempest | Unknown gender end sexuality |
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Vodka
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(His Zaletëhe form (c)144027)
Name: Vodka
Age: (N/A)
Species: Wolf x Monster Hybrid
Gender: Male / He - Him pronouns
Sexuality: Pansexual
Mate: None, currently. But his love interest is Mekhye.
Family: Abandoned at birth, he doesn't know who or where his family is, and frankly, he doesn't seem to care much considering he never got to meet them.
Personality:
Can be closely described as a match lit from both ends. He has periods of time when he is quiet, a little bit judgy, but overall not a huge threat. He keeps to himself - a little more then a shadow on the wall, although he has no trouble talking to others. Vodka prefers the harsh truth over the happy lie anyday, yet he has no trouble telling his own lies and being manipulative. He takes on a 'badboy' persona, but in reality he is quick to outburst, and be loud, disruptive and immature over things he dissagrees with. Vodka is as stubborn as a bull, but it isn't impossible to influence him. Sarcasm and sass are both second languages to him. He is often careless, and quite a trouble maker. He thinks little, and is impulsive - causing him to often get into trouble with others. Although he has learnt the act of trickery over many years, and gets caught less and less.
Vodka has a flirty and sweet side, but it doesn't often show unless he wants it to. He is quick to find himself with many crushes, but he doesn't believe in love. His favourite colour is gold. He lacks empathy when he does something wrong - always blaming anyone else exept for himself. He would never be caught dead admitting he did something wrong, but he always stays true to his word. He has brains, but doesn't use them, prefering to be childish. Even so, he has a strict moral code that he follows, which he never dares to cross.
Backstory:
Vodka grew up alone, having to make mistakes, suffer the concequences of his decisions to learn from it. He had no home, prefering to be a nomad; travelling the lands, although he always returned to the place he called home - to a small forest in Alaska. He has a few close friends that he can trust, but many, many acquaintances.
He is an okay hunter, fast and lithe, but lacks the strength to fight large prey. Vodka has scars on his muzzle from a brief encounter with a small bear (learnt from that one, pretty quick) and small scars on his legs from being caught in human-made barbed wire fence. It took a long time, but he and a close friend Mekhye helped to heal the scars, which of course, caused Vodka to gain a hopeless crush on Mekhye (without Mek's knowledge of course) but he kept it a closely guarded secret.
As a gift, Mekhye gave Vodka a cross, one that he 'found in a human house' and ever since then, Vodka cherished it and wore it around his neck. Vodka's favourite pass times are exploring, chasing birds, and chewing on the largest bones he could find.
Powers: He has the ability to tell if someone is lying to him, which has been proved as one of his favourite assets. Cold weather, especially snow, doesn't seem to bother him. He is also quite a fast runner, with good endurance.
Appearence: An unusually tall, violet coloured wolf, with dark purple and light grey markings. He has dark smuged markings around his eyes and nose. His ears are long and pointed, and has two silver piercings in his left ear / a notch out of his right. His top canines often show, and he has scars on his muzzle and legs. A accident caused his left eye to become almost completely blinded. He can see basic shapes and movement, but nothing more then that. A silver rosary hangs around his neck, and he has a decorative white bandage wrapped around his left leg. His claws are a little bit longer then the average wolf, and his coat is mid-length. Vodka's tail is incredibly long and fluffy, and it swishes when he is in distress. Edited at November 30, 2019 09:32 PM by Raewyn |
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Onyx | Genderfluid | Bisexual | Species: Dragon
Art by 11:11
Personality: Onyx suffers from multiple personality disorder. When he identifies as male, he is shy, naive and sweet. He acts innocent, soft and joyful. He enjoys helping strangers, stargazing and dabbling in the healing arts using alchemy.
When Onyx identifies as female, her personality shifts to being snarky, cold hearted and snobbish. She steals and lies and breaks hearts where ever she goes. She picks fights and brawls with the other dragons (despite getting her as kicked almost every single time)
Backstory: (still a work in progress) Before she was born, she and her two siblings were abandoned. As an egg, she was deformed and lacking the usual luster and shine, and therefore deemed likely to die before hatching.
Against all odds, she did indeed hatch - almost a week before the others. Priests either said she was cursed, and a bad omen. Others say she was a gift from the gods, with her pale milky white scales.
Comparing the three, she was the smallest and sickly. While her siblings grew quickly and begun training, she failed to keep up. Her wings were too small and frail to let her fly, so she was sent to become a scholar. She learnt as much as she could, seeking a cure for her dwarfism. She wanted to fly so badly, to touch the heavens and soar through the clouds like all the rest. But she strained to hover a few metres off the ground at her best.
As she aged, she remained tiny. With every few years that passed, her siblings' visits became less and less, until they stopped showing up all together. Filled with heartbreak, loneliness and anger, she left the school and began to wander while living off the lands. She made friends of humans which was highly forbidden, but she covered her trail well so that the other dragons couldn't hunt her.
She found her passion of alchemy, but with that came her disorder as well. She spends more time as the sweet and shy male dragon, but every now and then she blows off steam in her female personality. She can't control the switch, and has learnt to live with it.
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Naor | Male | Bisexual | Species: Avarius Chrium (credits to Iruna for her closed species)
Personality:
Naor likes to live in the moment. He loves life, and takes nothing for granted. He is an adventurous spirit, often getting himself lost among old forest ruins he wandered across, or perhaps a gem cave he stumbled upon. Naor enjoys collecting things, such as human jewellery that was lost in time, or flower crowns that his forest friends make for him. He is beloved among his native woods, where he lived both before and after he became an Avarian. But he travels to new lands as often as he can, especially rain forests. He is stubborn but persistent, and is very optimistic.
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Eeli | Male | Sexuality: Unknown | Avarius Anaqua (credits to Iruna for her closed species)
Personality:
Childish and very playful. Very social, charasmatic and is usually a goody two shoes. However if there are rules that he doesn't like, he will most definitely try and bend them to his liking. He has mini temper tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants, but he is soft and kind and would never hurt a fly. He is also quite cowardly, but will defend those he loves whatever the cost.
Strengths: He can talk his way in, or out of anything. Everyone trusts him with their secrets, and he has plenty of close friends who would take a bullet for him. He is quick to love, trust and care for those in need.
Weaknesses: Eeli can often be annoying, and terribly childish. He isn't one to take rules all that seriously. He sucks at most forms of fighting, and is deeply cowardly despite his attempts at being brave. Storms frighten him badly, and he has a phobia of drowning like his sister.
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https://i.postimg.cc/8cFSS3f8/Avari-2.png Kaveri | Female | Asexual | Avarius Anaqua (credits to Iruna for her closed species)
Personality:
Stern, and a fierce protecter of Eeli, always bailing him out of whatever trouble he gets himself into. She prefers to sneak around the shadows, listening in on conversations rather then talking to others. She can be sharp, cunning and cold but if you hurt her brother or her friends she will forever hold a grudge against you. She can fight considerably well and holds a level head, but she is terrified of water - especially the ocean due to past trauma.
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Enoch | Genderfluid; but since most don't know he simply goes by male pronouns | Pansexual | Avarius Sillix (credits to Iruna for her closed species)
Personality: A Avarian of myths and legends. He hides away in places where others aren't usual to live, a complete loner who doesn't tend to speak unless he knows you very well. Enoch stays out of squabbles and arguments, and if he is caught in one he will fight to the death. He has a fiery temper, and a hatred for almost everything. He enjoys spying and manipulating others for fun.
Strengths: Quiet, and sneaky. Can read other's emotions pretty well, and can use them to his advantage. He does really well in solitude.
Weaknesses: His social skills need a lot of improvement. His temper flares like a heartbeat. He can't voice his opinion very well, often leaving things such as his feelings and important information unsaid. |
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Micah | Male | Panromantic Homosexual | Avarius Chrium (credits to Iruna for her closed species)
Personality: Cocky, egotistical and sometimes rude. A bit of a playboy at times, flirting with almost everyone. He is pretty chill, but as soon as others start panicking he is the first person to jump on the bandwagon. He loves to party and challenge others. He is rather stubborn, and is pretty ambitious and brave when he puts his mind to things. He dislikes authority, but he is quite the peacemaker. Micah keeps a large friend group, and seemingly knows everyone by name. He often gets in trouble for spreading rumors. |
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https://i.postimg.cc/vmqC24g4/Avarius-24.png Atreyu | Female | Panromantic Asexual | Avarius Chrium (credits to Iruna for her closed species)
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Personality: A chaotic neutral. She loves to start conflicts and watch the drama unfold. She says she is quite older then most Avari, but refuses to tell anyone about her past. Sometimes immature, but she is an old soul at heart. She doesn't like to express her emotions, so most of the time she just results in being sassy and sarcastic so others just call her moody. She loves sunbathing and sleeping, and hates humans with a passion. Atreyu gets bored fast and her favourite past times are reading old books, studying useless things and pranking other Avari.
Strengths: She is most likely to kill someone with kindness. She can convince others to do her bidding pretty easily. Atreyu is a survivor, and a good decision maker. She keeps a level head when things go wrong.
Weaknesses: She has trouble getting along with others. Once she decides she doesn't like you, you could go through hell and back for her and she would still hate your guts. She lacks physical power, being thin and dainty. The only weapon she really has is her mind.
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