| |
Neutral
|
Name: Gavarat Nickname(s): Gav, Protector of Life Gender: Male Age: 698 Species: Earth Dragon- he lives in extremely hot places, has thick and protective scales, can breathe fire if they get hot enough Personality: He is serious and straight to the point. He likes humans and tries to be helpful where he can but finds a lot of them annoying and only wishing to do him harm. Gavarat is the same way with other dragons and he is often distrustful of them because of it. He's lived a long time so is very wise and strong. Appearance: Gavarat is a tall male and has thick scales with a deep red tone to them like dried clay. His teeth are short but jagged and sharp, deadly to almost anything that touches them. His horns are thick and impressive but scratched from incounters with humans and other dragons. His tail spikes are excessively long and sharp but he likes to keep them like that. You never know when you could use something like that. His wings are large and long but Gavarat uses them for support when moving instead of flying most of the time since he's clumsy at it and usually ends up crash landing. He has amber-colored eyes. If you can picture Smaug from the Hobbit movies, his facial features are similar to that. Relations: None Other: Finished Edited at May 30, 2018 07:28 PM by Charcoal |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Zizzun Nickname(s): Swift, Ziz Gender: Female Age: 234 Species: Rain Dragon- she can change the colors of her scales and is a swift flyer Personality: Zizzun is very playful and loves to play jokes on humans. She is very sarcastic but also intelligent, sweet, and trustworthy. She promised a lot of things and usually ends up breaking those promises because the promises are impossible. Ziz will give her all to make sure the humans she likes stay alive and often is accused of favoring humans over dragons. She is not shy and shows her emotions easily so you'll know if she's mad at you or not. She's very loyal and compassionate. Appearance: Zizzun is about 6'10" at full height and has flat black scales that shine blue in the light. Her eyes are a greying blue resembling rain and he fangs protrude out of her mouth around her jaws. Her face is pretty long and slender, resembling an arrow, with her nose being hooked towards her mouth. Overall, Ziz is a slender dragon and can maneuver around easily. Relations: None Other: Finished |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Paris Swift Nickname(s): None Gender: Male Age: 17-21 Roles: Dragon Tamer, Assassin, Highschool nerd Personality: Paris is very closed off from the human race. He's antisocial and finds his time better spent reading a book over talking to someone because he doesn't really know how to be social without being awkward. He is very book-smart but can become flustered if conflict arises and will often try to turn and run--not exactly the hero type. He finds most of his joy through working with dragons and seems to have a connection with them that he doesn't with humans. He sees that every dragon is different and let's their personality shine through. There is a lot of untapped potential under the surface but he doesn't want to touch it because he doesn't want to mess up. Overall Paris is shy, antisocial, book-smart, and has potential to improve in his cowardice. Appearance: Paris has a lithe frame and stands about 5'11. His arms are surprisingly muscular which is probably due to the heavy books he carries to and from libraries while he studies or just gains useless knowledge. He has olive skin and dirty blonde hair that is long and kept in a ponytail at the name of his neck. His eyes are hazel with some blue mixed in and thick lashes to go around them. He has a pronounced jawline and high cheek bones but doesn't have anything to make him really special in his eyes. His clothing usually varies from day to day but he wears a long brown cloak with whatever he is wearing and usually has a pair of reading glasses on him even though he doesn't need them. Tattoos?: Peircings?:Relations: Parents Pets?: Has a falcon named Sol or a female Bernese Mountain Dog named Delilah. Other: Finished RPs Featured in: -Transcendent: Starstorm's Reign
-Secret Flames x Charcoal Edited at June 20, 2018 04:07 PM by Charcoal |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Mara Nickname(s): n/a Age: 3.5-4 years Gender: Female Roles: Scout Appearance: A small wolf with red fur on her back and a cream fur on her chest, belly, muzzle, and legs. A black stripe runs from her head to the tip of her tail which is all black. Her eyes are a shining gold. If you look up a Mexican Wolf, you'll get the best idea of her. Her muscles are lithe and built for the chase. Her teeth are unnaturally sharp and her claws are used mainly to grip into the ground while she runs. He nose is very sensitive to smell and she has decent hearing due to her large ears. Personality: Mara can talk her way out of just about everything. She is flirtatious and manipulative but very observant and logically when it comes to big decisions. She's not really one to start a fight but will definitely not back away from one. She can be short-tempered and hot-headed at times but tries to keep it to a minimum. She is very loyal to her pack but that comes at a fault. What that fault is, you'll just have to find out. History: WIP Crush: Hopefully something forbidden but I can go either way which means you're just going to have to let me know ;) Mate: N/A Pups: N/A Strengths: Running, stealth Weaknesses: Due to her size, she is not very powerful and can be overpowered easily of another larger wolf were to catch up to her. Likes: Long walks on the beach (jk c;) Running, rivers, flowers Dislikes: Birds, fighting, thunderstorms
Other: N/A Edited at July 2, 2018 12:57 PM by Charcoal |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name : Cyrus Kersey Nickname(s):Age : 18-52 Gender : Male Roles : General Sexuality: Generally Heterosexual --- Appearance : Cyrus Kersey is a tall man standing at 6'4 with a muscular and athletic build. He has what could be considered a chiseled face type and a celestial style nose. He has a small dimple in his strong chin. The most captivating feature of his face would have to be his deep-set, dark blue eyes that are outlined by lashes that are unexpectedly thick. The man's hair is a natural shade of blonde that has lightened over the years due to exposure to the sun and old age. A light stubble is present on his upper lip, chin, and cheeks, but he refuses to grow it out. It is rarely ever seen. His pink lips seem to be in an eternal frown. Small lines appear around his mouth, eyes, and forehead but they only make him look wiser than he already does. They give him a sort of regal quality. The only flaw on his face is a thin scar running down his left eye; specifically from two centimeters above the brow to half an inch below his eye. A truly menacing mark for a truly cold-looking human being. Tattoos?: Peircings?: Personality : Cyrus is a man who has two very distinct sides: one when he's working and one when he's relaxing. When he's relaxing, he's a very laid-back man who can crack quite a few jokes and have a genuinely good time. This side usually doesn't come out often around his soldiers or any new people, nor does it stay long when it does come out. When he is working, he is the most driven and passionate person on the earth. He will not be satisfied with defeat and will always fight to do what is best for his species. He is very cold when he is working and will tolerate no jokes. Any fun that might be stuffed inside of him is stashed away until he allows it to come out. He is very organized, trustworthy, and responsible. He will give constructive criticism if needed but might not realize that the criticism he gives can be too critical and end up hurting the other person. Cyrus isn't very big on feelings and doesn't express his. He has it on lock-down. The only way to know how he truly feels is to get close to him personally or, if you need to know about yourself, ask him what he thinks of you. He will always be honest to his soldiers and fellow humans. Pets?: Other: Relations?: <div align="center">--- <div align="center">Backstory : A fire.
That was all he could see. The flames licked the oak wood his parents had used to build the cabin. Red, orange, and yellow lit up all around him. The illuminated his features and shadowed whatever it deemed unfit. It seemed that the flames danced as they moved--a dangerous dance that would be fatal to anyone who dared get too close. They were so... attractive. The power, the destruction. All of it. As his world was burning up around him, he found the fire attractive.
Was it wrong for Cyrus to be intrigued by the thing that had no doubt taken his two younger siblings and his mother from him? Was it wrong to wish he could become one with the fire with all of its power and destruction? Was it wrong to want the suffocating smoke to fill his lungs and unite him with his family once again?
Yes.
Cyrus's eyes watered from the ash floating through the air. His lungs heaved breaths from his sore throat that had been breathing in smoke. His skin burned from the heat the fire gave off. The boy was weak but he was conscious. He stumbled to a column that supported the ceiling but before he could take another step, a flaming beam fell in front or him, throwing burning embers into his eyes. It was only natural to cry out in pain and hold his hurting optical organs. Would he be able to see? To test the question, he opened his tender eyes and blinked around. Everything was blurry and he was definitely seeing double, but he could navigate his way out of here. Rapidly blinking, he did just that but was forced to stop at the door.
What was that?
Cyrus paused and looked back into the cabin. There it was again. The high-pitched sound of a crying child upstairs. It was either Peter or Layla and he'd have to risk his life to go back up the stairs for them. A big brother could not leave his siblings behind. The boy dove back into the cabin and fought his way up the burning stairs, smoke filling his lungs and catching in his throat the higher in altitude he got. Coughing became normal now. The crying got louder and it was coming from his brother's room. Instead of finding his 8-year-old brother crying, he found him lying on the floor while his 6-year-old sister screamed. The horror that washed over him was not a new feeling but he couldn't let it take him over. He had to get Layla out of here.
It was easy to snatch up his sister and run out of the room but it didn't help that the stairs were now engulfed in flames. He heard yelling outside and went to the window. Firefighters. Relief washed over him in waves and he felt like he had found an oasis in the desert. Alas, it was only a mirage. The window wouldn't open no matter how hard he tried to get it to budge. They had to jump from the building or they were going to die but they couldn't do it without the window open. Cyrus had to set Layla down, grab a chair, and beat against the window before it finally gave way and shattered. He, however, wasn't prepared. The chair flew out the window and nearly took the boy with it. He was thrown against the window and it cut deeply across his eyelids and a little into his eye, merely scratching the cornea, but went no deeper, thank God. Layla was thrown down into a net before he allowed himself to leave the building. He was still coughing and weak, but didn't completely collapse until he was safe in the net. His vision was blurry and dark, blood was on his face from his cut skin, and his lungs were rejecting everything they had breathed in. An oxygen mask was placed over his nose and mouth to assist in his breathing as they took him to an ambulance. That dark blue gaze was still on the cabin and the fire that had claimed two members of his family. Slowly, his vision faded completely to black as he lost consciousness, but the light of the fire was the last thing he had seen.
Edited at June 26, 2018 01:20 AM by Charcoal
|
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Vitanni Nickname(s): Age: 4 Gender: Female Appearance: Vitanni is what would be considered a white lion. Her pelt is very light with golden accents shadowing her legs, ears, chest, back and even some gold on her head. She holds the average build of a lioness, although a little lither in her muscles than others, and stands a little taller. Her eyes are the typical golden amber of her pride and she has no scars from any of her hunts. Personality: Being the young lion she is, Vitanni can be rash in her decisions since she is desperate to prove herself to everyone. On the hunt she is a little bit jumpy and usually winds up causing trouble for her other lionesses. She doesn't trust easily but is very friendly. She has no problem speaking her mind and can be quite stubborn, head-strong, and sharp-tongued. She is very playful and sympathetic towards her pride. Backstory: Vitanni was born into the pride as a rarity because of her off discoloration. She wasn't well liked by most of the others because they thought she was a bad omen; something sent to destroy them. Eventually, because of her rambunctious personality, they learned to accept her but have not fully given her the same privileges of other lionesses. Other: I'm sorry, this form is awful. I would normally make it longer and more detailed but I'm sadly out of muse and I'm kinda tired. Edited at July 2, 2018 12:54 PM by Charcoal |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Shriker Gender: Male Age: 7 y/o Roles: Alpha/Beta Male Appearance: Shriker is a very large male with a thick pelt that is mixed between a slate grey and midnight black. He has massive paws to match his enormous body and a fluffy tail the looks more unwelcoming than inviting. Everything on this wolf seems to have been made to intimidate. He holds a dark gaze that, to many, seems to be black. His lips seem to be curled in an eternal snarl to any potential threats and doesn't change unless speaking with a wolf whom he respects. Scars tatter his pelt in various places with the most obvious being the claw marks across his muzzle and right eye. His right ear is missing a few pieces due to past fights and accidents. Relations: He is the older brother to Darcy, a black male. Personality: The Shriker is a wolf forged out of strength and twisted in the heart by jealousy - a poison that is worse than any other thing possible. He has been sick in the head with jealousy since his trainee days, always needing to be the best, the one who was the strongest, smartest, and most impressive. He thrives on attention from others even though he knows that they probably don't mean the words they speak to him. They feed him lies and he is all the willing wolf to eat them up because he is so insecure. He is as cold inside as he is out, having allowed ambition to cloud his judgment a long time ago. He is selfish and only cares for himself. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't always uncaring. He loved his parents and adored his younger brother at one point. Nobody but he and Darcy knows what happened to spark the rapid downward spiral of the older wolf and neither have ever shared it to anyone since they, quite plainly, didn't like talking about it. It's chilling how good Shriker is at giving back-handed compliments and one-sided opinions that are so smugly spoken they could be facts. He is very crafty with his words, unlike Darcy, but still rarely stoops from his level of superiority to speak to anyone unless they are of use to him. He usually only tolerates wolves who are too submissive to do anything other than agree with him because they give him the attention he believes he deserves. He believes he is already an alpha. No, better than an alpha. He believes he is a god. Nothing and no one can penetrate him to hurt him. He wears a mask of lies with no conscience to bear the guilt of the lives he takes away. He will do absolutely anything to get what he wants.
History: He doesn't remember exactly when he became entangled in the web of jealousy his pack didn't realize they had spun, but he does remember why. Darcy. His younger brother. The 'perfect one'. The one everyone respects and loves. The one who threw his older brother into shadows, casting him further and further away without even knowing it. It was subtle at first, his jealousy. It started back when Darcy was just a new-born pup. It seemed that his mother had become too weak to give life to four of her five new pups and only the largest survived. Shriker attached himself to this since it had also happened to him, although quite differently. He was born to a litter of three strong, healthy pups. It seemed there was nothing that could separate him from his siblings and he swore nothing could. Winter thought otherwise. It seeped in and caused illness among his two siblings whose bodies had barely formed immune systems. They were the first he lost and the first thing to light up a new love for him. His love of attention.
After they had passed on, the pack fawned over the lonely pup and fed him attention that, in the end, would ruin him. When his mother expected another litter of pups, it was obvious that he was ecstatic. He was finally going to have siblings! He was a year older than him at this point and it only seemed obvious that he would cling to the only remaining one. He felt the pang of jealousy even back then when his mother gushed over the younger wolf who had just caught his first butterfly and not over the wolf who had taught him to do so. Poor Darcy didn't even know what he had done wrong. Still though, Shriker felt an undeniable pull towards the sibling who seemed to idolize him. He loved it.
The jealousy grew stronger when Darcy began to excel in his Guard training, now old enough to do so. Shriker tried to feel pride in the fact that his brother was going into the same profession as he but just could keep out the dread associated with it. They would all fawn over Darcy once he was allowed to be one of them. It was true that he had a knack for battle, just his older brother, but it seems he was lacking in the strategy behind his moves. Of course, the pack melded around the young wolf who was determined to be independent. This infuriated the older wolf since he definitely would not have cast aside the attention of the pack like his younger. By this time, the claws of jealousy were finally sinking deeper into his mind. Darcy had everything. He was handsome, he was strong, he was golden in the eyes of the Shriker and he was going to just throw it away. When his younger brother denied his attention as well, Shriker was determined to seek it from the pack. He was determined to get back the attention Darcy so unknowningly stole.
The dark wolf ascended to the rank of Gamma quickly, reveling in the attention he received from it. Even Darcy sought him out to congratulate him. Things were good with the pack although it was very clear that the Shriker craved more. It was a small hunger that he chose to keep locked away but when someone asked the right question at the right time, it seemed that nothing could keep him for stating outright that he wanted to be the Alpha male and would do anything to become so. Most just laughed it off since he was still young, but others saw just how truthful he was being.
And it scared them.
Eventually, the Shriker ascended again to fill the position of beta male after their beta for a long time was killed in an 'accident'. He, of course, had nothing to do with this even though some had their suspicions. He was loyal enough to the pack not to kill his superior. He might kiss up to them but he would never harm them for they were the ones who would choose to ascend him. His ascension, however, gained little to no attention for his little brother, yet again, stole the spotlight from him. This time with a loner. A pretty female named Snowdrift. It was only instinct to warn his brother against falling in love with the female but when he realized he already had, it was not in the way the Shriker did. Looking back, he was quite ashamed of how infatuated with the she-wolf he had become even though he hated that she had stolen his brother away from him. 'Sister' Darcy called her and begged Shriker to do the same since he knew that his brother did like her and that she didn't return the feelings. He was trying to protect him. Shriker denied any claims that he did like her, but still, deep down, he knew. He loved the white loner and he couldn't explain why. When he finally confessed his love, he was gently rejected. He blocked out how gentle she was when she rejected his feelings and chose only to blame Darcy. First, he had stolen his spotlight from the pack because he was the only pup to survive. Second, he had dismissed the love and attention Shriker so desperately needed to thrive upon with little more than a flick of his ear. And now, finally, he had stolen Snowdrift from him. Even though deep down he knew that Snowdrift had no romantic feelings for his brother, he couldn't help but use it to light his lethal fire.
The Shriker hid his hatred well, only showing it in how disgusted he was by the loner-turned-packmate's presence. Everything was Darcy's fault. Everything. As the days stretched longer, he became angrier. He wanted to be the alpha just so he could show Snowdrift just how wrong she had been for rejecting him and to show the pack just how impressive he could be. He thirsted for the position and surprised everyone when he finally acted on it. He attacked the alpha male, slashing at him with his jagged claws and snapping at him with his dagger-like teeth until someone pulled him away to leave the male bleeding out on the ground. That someone was Darcy. Now a full-blooded guard, he was strong and had some amount of authority. He could deal with uneasy sights of death. But not like this. His older brother had attacked (and later found out killed) the alpha. He had betrayed his pack and his blood. He could not live for that and he wasn't surprised when the other guards rushed to kill him forcing Shriker to turn tail and run.
Even through it all, the Shriker didn't see the problem. He thought he had done the pack a favor since they had lived under the rule of the alpha male for so long. They needed new blood. Blood who wasn't going to allow the Canvis pack a chance at growing. Blood that had no problem wiping the Canvis pack from the face of the earth.
He vowed he would return to take his place as their alpha. He vowed. |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Maven Nickname(s): Mavey Gender: Male Age: 4 y/o Species: Wolf Appearance: Personality: History: Strengths: Weaknesses: Powers?: Relations: Other: |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Snowdrift Nickname(s): Snow Age: 4-6 y/o Gender: Female Species: Wolf Appearance: Personality: History: Likes: Dislikes: Weaknesses: Strengths: Powers?: Relations: Darcy- adoptive brother Other: RPs Featured In: -Allies or Enemies? |
|
|
| |
Neutral
|
Name: Darcy Nickname(s): n/a Age: 5-6 y/o Gender: Male Species: Wolf Appearance: Personality: History: Likes: Dislikes: Strengths: Weaknesses: Powers?: n/a Relations: Snowdrift- adoptive sister, Shriker- biological brother Other: RPs Featured In: -Allies or Enemies? https://wolfplaygame.com/forums.php?f=19&t=22380 Edited at August 6, 2018 04:00 PM by Charcoal |
|
|
Fall 
Day Weather: 
Hurricane
