Human Form

Name:

Warwick Pierce

Age:

25 years old

Gender:

Male

Role:

Trained Assassin/Mercenary

In the group: he's a Blacksmith

Warwick grew up in a small, quiet village. His family was made up of Blacksmiths and Trainers. Of course, he grew up learning how to forge weapons. He fell in love with the sound of iron against iron, the sizzling of hot metal in the cool water. The methodical process of it all brought him peace.

As he got older, he was shipped off to fight in a war he wasn’t even a part of. Luckily, they mostly used him to supply and forge weapons. But Warwick learned the art of combat, falling in love with a different sound of metal clashing. Soon, he was next to all the knights on the field, running towards the enemy, weapons raised.

During his time there, he quickly became a deadly force. Everything was automated as he’d bring his sword across the enemy. Warwick’s bloodlust never left, even if the war was done. The Kingsmen all saw the weapon Warwick was and utilized him to be the King’s personal sword. For years, Warwick carried out silent killings for the King. Soon more of the Court came to him, asking for him to carry out similar tasks. He left to complete his assignment but ended up grouped up with this odd bunch of strangers. For now, they all know him as a quiet Blacksmith.

How would they feel if they knew about the Lycans?:

Warwick might initially view the revelation of Lycans with suspicion. He might see the Lycans as a potential asset or threat, depending on how he perceives their abilities and motivations. He would likely begin to gather information about them, seeking to understand their nature.

Appearance:

[Credits to _Modagit on Picrew]

At a towering height of 6'5", Warwick draws attention in any room he enters. His broad shoulders and muscular frame speak volumes about his dedication to maintaining strength and power. Each muscle rippling beneath his tanned skin with visible veins running down his arms. His hands are calloused from years of being a blacksmith and wielding blades against his opponents. This man is a mountain of muscle. His eyes are an interesting color, not quite blue, not quite green. It's the only color on Warwick that he allows (because he has no choice). The two colors blend together seamlessly, the perfect amount of each color creating a beautiful turquoise color. These captivating eyes are framed with thick eyelashes, enough to make others jealous. His thick, expressive brown eyebrows sit above those enigmatic eyes. They are usually furrowed in deep thought. Crowning his head is a cascade of wavy, messy inky black hair that seems to have a mind of its own. The strands fall in an artful disarray, framing his face in an effortless yet appealing manner. Despite its unkempt appearance, his hair possesses a certain charm.

His smile is a rare gem that lights up his features. When he smiles, it's nothing short of dazzling. His smile has the power to light up a room. Warwick has a strong, chiseled jawline and a pair of endearing dimples that appear whenever he smiles. He has soft, full lips that have a slight pink/red hue to them. A light scruff has been appearing on his jawline since travelling. He prefers the clean-shaven look but he looks a lot younger without the scruff. Warwick has two thin scars marking his appearance. The first goes through his eye and the other starts at his nose before travelling to his check. The two scars come together, crossing each other. Instead of detracting from his attractiveness, the scar adds to his already striking appearance.

Personality:

Like a predator stalking its prey, Warwick possesses keen instincts that help him assess situations with a discerning eye. His ability to sense vulnerabilities in people and circumstances makes him a master at identifying advantageous opportunities. During the war or even his targets, he was never intimidated by those bigger or stronger than him- he knew he was smarter, faster, and better. Warwick is a killer at heart, and has honed his skills for years. Warwick's actions are not impulsive; they are carefully calculated moves designed to achieve his objectives. He weighs risks and rewards with meticulous precision, often executing his plans with a cold determination that leaves little room for error. His lack of mercy sets him apart as a dangerous force. Warwick rarely extends compassion or forgiveness, and his actions towards those who cross him are relentless and unyielding. He believes that displaying mercy is a sign of weakness and is quick to exploit any perceived vulnerability. Warwick's sharp wit and cunning are not just for show; they are tools of manipulation. He is skilled at steering conversations, orchestrating events, and playing on the emotions and weaknesses of others to achieve his own ends. His ability to manipulate situations to his advantage adds to his aura of danger. Warwick understands the potency of fear as a weapon. He employs psychological tactics to keep others on edge, using the threat of his potential actions to bend situations to his advantage. This mastery over fear gives him an upper hand in any conflict. Warwick views life as an eternal game of chess, where every move has consequences and potential casualties. His approach mirrors that of a grandmaster, always thinking several steps ahead to ensure he remains in control of the board.

Warwick is naturally distrustful of others. He approaches new relationships and interactions with caution, always wondering about hidden motives and ulterior intentions. This wariness stems from his belief that people often act out of self-interest rather than genuine kindness. Warwick is an astute observer who critically analyzes situations, statements, and behaviors. He tends to see beyond surface appearances and questions the authenticity of what he witnesses. His skepticism compels him to dig deeper for hidden meanings or inconsistencies. Warwick's cynicism often manifests in his communication style. He employs sarcasm and sharp wit to express his doubts and criticisms, using humor as a defense mechanism against the potential vulnerability of showing his true emotions. Warwick tends to anticipate unfavorable outcomes in most situations. His mindset is grounded in pessimism, leading him to expect disappointment, betrayal, or failure, even when evidence suggests otherwise. This negative anticipation shields him from potential hurt, as he believes that preparing for the worst is a more practical approach. Warwick chooses his social interactions carefully, preferring quality over quantity. He believes that most interactions lack genuine substance and sincerity, so he invests his time and energy only in relationships that prove their worth through consistency and authenticity.

Unfortunately for him, Warwick’s commanding presence naturally positions him as a leader. Even in situations where he might not be the designated authority figure, his assertiveness and confidence inspire others to look to him for guidance and direction. Warwick’s assertiveness and calculating traits transforms him into an authoritative figure. In the midst of chaos, Warwick establishes discipline and order within his group. As much as he despises looking out for others, he won’t let someone suffer for the hell of it. He sets high standards for himself and demonstrates the work ethic and dedication he expects from his team. Warwick’s leadership shines when it comes to decision-making. He's unafraid to make tough calls, taking into account various perspectives and information. Warwick has grown fond of the little group that has developed, which makes it hard not to teach them. He extends them his knowledge in the art of survival, sharing his skills amidst dangerous circumstances. Warwick's knack for manipulation and strategy extends to forming alliances. He recognizes the benefits of having powerful connections, using his dangerous charm to forge alliances that advance his goals while keeping potential adversaries at bay.

Warwick's harsh nature and complex personality often lead to isolation. He's aware that his actions and demeanor set him apart, making it difficult for others to truly understand him. This loneliness is both a result of his persona and a contributing factor to it. While he's generally distrustful, Warwick is capable of forming bonds built on cautious trust. He carefully selects individuals whom he believes can serve his purposes or align with his goals, and he may let down his guard with them to a limited extent. Despite his imposing exterior, Warwick has vulnerabilities he guards fiercely. He keeps his true weaknesses hidden, as revealing them would be akin to offering his adversaries a weapon against him. Beneath the cold layers lies a flicker of benevolence. Though rare, Warwick might show unexpected kindness, especially to those he deems worthy. These moments showcase a confusing time for many of his group members.

Crush:

Open

S.O./Spouse:

Open

Children:

None

Kin:

Beckett Harlowe Pierce (younger brother)

Affiliations:

Other:

I'd like to reserve a female pack member and a pair of siblings (male/female) travelers please

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I'll have their WIP forms up shortly

(edit - requested on the wrong account my bad, I'll be on my main account for this [East Mountian Clan])

My bad haha, I'll post the WIP forms soon working on some details

Human Form

Name:

Age: 24
Gender: Female

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Role:

Born as a pampered noble's daughter and would've been a High Lady within the castle. Grew up sheltered and quite spoiled. Was orignially being sent to live within a summer residence with her eldest sister, this storm has thrown that into disarray.

How would they feel if they knew about the Lycans?:

Believing that they were only myths from story books or things others used to scare people. If she were to discover their truth, terrified is an understatement. Yet she harbors a curiousity towards such things, understanding that fear comes from a lack of understanding.

Human: ___ Born the third daughter to a High Lord and Lady, Zira has been frial since she was born. Yet she raidates beauty and elegance, at her shorter stature of 5'1" in perfect posture and refinement. Often needing extra to retain her feminity, so she weighs 115 lbs, putting her far slimmer than her age. Very much the dainty and delicate flower she appears to be.

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Her appearance seems to be crafted by the gods, soft delicate pale skin as flawless as porcelain. Soft bright blue eyes like the clearest water, high cheekbones and a defined jaw. Perfectly soft plump lips often with a layer of suble gloss, matching the gentle rosiness that covers her cheeks. A beauty mark below her right eye stands out on her pale skin, her face only marred by a scar from an attack that took her left eye.

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Ms. Lucius has very unusual hair. As white as fresh snow, her long silky hair has a slight wave and curl to it. Often left down in gentle waves over her shoulers and down, coming to rest at the small of her back. She takes great care to keep it from looking unkempt, depite the small stranges that hang around her face almost framing it. The white compliments her light skin, making the supple pinks and reds of her blush/lips and faint makeup, show just that extra bit more.

Personality:

Gentle mannered || Composed || Kind || Quiet || Easy-going || Nervous || Shy || Introvert || Compasionate || Supportive || Self-Consious || Loyal || Reserved || Tidy || Animal Lover

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Despite her pampered upbringing Zira is a gentle soul, being soft spoken and kind. There isn't a mean bone in her body. She would sooner help someone than watch them suffer, regarless of station and social status. Zira is often quiet and keeps to herself, minding her own space. Being thoughtful of other's comfort, often before her own. She is afraid of violence due to past trauma, and will hide or run should a fight break out.

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Zira is a big animal lover, be it big or small, she loves them all. Horses and hunting dogs being some of her more prominant preferences. She'd often be caught sitting in the stables reading or singing to one or several horses, her father saw no harm in it so he instead fostered her love of animals. As she prefered to read her books while accompanied by a horse or her favorite k-9.

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She is easily discuraged by comments of her lack of ability, often shutting down almost entirely. Despite her extensive education and inteligence she doesn't like to argue with people, feeling overwhelmed by the action. Never using her beauty or brains to get her way, but rather to help or aid others. Provided she gets the nerve to speak up that is.

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Crush: Geralt /will develop [Elias]
S.O./Spouse: None/TBD
Children: perhaps in the future
Kin:

Elder Brother -
Affiliations: [pending]

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Human Form

Name:

~ Carter X. Lucius ~
Age: 26
Gender: Male

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Role:

A knight tasked with protecting and escorting the 2 noble ladies, his sister included. (signed himself up for the task)
How would they feel if they knew about the Lycans?:

Carter had read stories about the beasts, and believes them to be just that, mere stories. He knows there are wild beasts out there and is weary of them, yet he doesn't believe anything like the stories exist. He'd probably try to convince himself he was seeing things if he actually encountered one.

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Appearance:

Carter is the spitting image of his father, short fluffy chocolate colored hair that rests just shy of his shoulders at full length. Dark mutted brownish gray eyes with a coldness that melts when looking at those he cares for. His sharper facial features lend well to the rudged appearance against the youthfulness of his age.

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Broad shoulders and a sturdy build, Carter's strength is easy to see in his well muscled frame. Standing 6'7" and 260 lbs. the man is a veritble giant. Yet he carries himself with an air of elegance and grace, coming from a noble heritage has it's perks for this knight. His voice not quite as deep as some would expect, yet his tone is pleasant to the ear without sounding too young.

Personality:

Hard Working || Helpful || Good Listener || Stoic || Observant || Sturdy || Reliable || Routined || Authoritative || Can be flirty || Courteous || Polite || Open Minded || Playful || Caring

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A well trained noble knight through and through, Carter is well mannered and practical. Always doing his upmost to protect and look out for others. He likes to be the person others can depend on, wether just for a shoulder to lean on or an as a protector.

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Yet he understands that sometimes everyone needs a break from the seriousness, cracking light-hearted jokes and the occasional flirt to pretty ladies. He knows how to be playful when it's called for, and when to be dead serious in crisis. He is a tempered blade, skilled at whatever he sets his mind to do.

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However, Carter has a heart of gold. Being the type to lend food to the starving or his cloak to the cold. He knows there is only so much he can do, but will do anything he can to help when needed. Regardless of task and of difficulty, Carter throws himself headlong into things. Sure he plans ahead, yet he commits himself fully to that plan.
Crush: Open
S.O./Spouse: N/A
Children: Nope
Kin:

Zira - sister; his precious baby sister, whom he is very protective of and often tells her not to push herself too much knowing her weak constitution. Often giving the evil eye to anyone who disrepects her or talks bad about her.
Affiliations:

Geralt - what can he say, they trained together and developed a sort of brotherly bond. He respects the man as a fighter and a person, Geralt is probably the only person he would trust his sister's safety with.
Other:

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Lycan Form

Name:

~ Azela Kirshten ~
Age: 24
Gender: Female

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Rank: Pack Member
Role:

Healer/Priestess

Yet she often helps with sewing clothes and weaving blankets
Thoughts on the Travelers?:

What about them? She could honestly care less about them as long as they don't pose a threat.

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Human Appearance:

Soft gentle features with high cheek bones and heart shaped face, matched with perfectly tan olive skin. Her silky hair a warm brown, often braided down her back due to it's length. Azela's eyes a ritch honey gold with small flecks of orange. Soft plump lips with a faint cupid's bow. A small mark below her right eye, with a scar from the attack there too. While her other eye is surrounded by spiritual markings she had tattooed.

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She is a slim woman, being 5'3" and 120 lbs. Azela is a full figured lady, with a modest breat size, sturdy shoulders matched by wide set hips. Her legs are slender and well muscled. Scars marred her back from that night, often covered by her clothes due to her shame of them. While her tattoos are a series of lines stretching over her legs and arms, whish she proudly displays.

Lycan Appearance:

Azela's lycan towers over her human form, standing roughly 7' at her head and a massive 360 lbs. Despite the slender and lethal frame her muscles are well defined and clear to see, showing strength her human form lacks. Her fur rabbit soft to the touch, a mix of tans, browns and greys give way to a creamy underbelly, paws and muzzle. Her golden eyes more vibrant in this form, glowing like beautiful orbs. Her tail is more of a plume of fur, due to it's fluffy nature. Her fur much longer on the back of her neck, causing it to look more like a mane.

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Personality:

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Backstory:

Azela was born to a good family, they were well enough and able to live comfortably. She grew up helping her mother at the temple, caring for the sick was her calling. She enjoyed it and had excelled in her studies within the temple, quickly setting herself down the path to being a priestess.

She'd had the ceremony just a few days prior to the attack, and had done everything in her power to help the others. Going as far to step in front of an attack that had almost killed her, then she'd woken up. Mortified that she'd somehow lived when the others hadn't.

She vowed never to let such a thing happen again, things may have changed but she will continue to do her upmost to treat the sick and wounded. To help those who can't help themselves, to heal and nuture.

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Crush: Kavik/will develop [Warwick]
Mate: N/A
Children:

none currently, but would like some
Kin:

Open to a sibling perhaps
Affiliations: Open
Other:

Zira, Carter & Azela are finished, took way to long to do the 3 of them

East,
Is the Lycan stock for Azela free to use? I don't have the ability to look currently.

I couldn't see anything saying it wasn't?

I can remove it just in case if needed

So an image has to at least say its stock to be able to be used. Otherwise its just an artists image.

noted, I'll remove it