Name: Ash

Age: 4 years Old

Gender: Male

Rank: Omega

Desired Rank: Subordinate someday

Appearance:

(Something like this)

Credits: wincey@Deviantart.com

Ash has a thick dark grey pelt, which is darker along the spine, and slowly fades into a light grey near his belly. He has no white markings on him. He has a large muscular frame, gaining an advantage if he ever was in a fight. His eyes are a cool blue.

Personality: Ash is conflicted. Being an omega of the pack is great and all, but his rank is all about making peace. Of course, he knows that is best. But being an Omega keeps him from engaging in fights(which might be for the best). But his body is built for it. He knows it. Not only this, but he has a short temper, willing to snap if he has to. Holding himself back from fighting has been hard for him. He keeps a cool and calm exterior, but inside, he is a raging mess. Even though he is conflicted, he knows where his loyalties lie, which is to his pack. He is very determined to get a spot in the subordinate rank, where he would be allowed to fight. Not only does his rank limit him physically, but he has a natural dominating aura, even when he doesn't try. It is quite frustrating, having to smile and be all happy when inside he is a raging fire. Ash often wonders if anyone falls for the charade.

Strengths: He is naturally built for fighting, but as omega it shouldn't be his top priority. Not only this, but he is quite the tracker and hunter.

Weaknesses: Can't quite swim, not agile or fast.

Ash had left the wolf camp alone. He had set out for herbs, a casual duty for omegas of the pack. Typical, easy, boring. Ash knew he wasn't satisfied with this life. He didn't want to collect herbs. He didn't want to be peaceful. He didn't want to be doing chores! Ash yearned for the adrenaline rush of battle. The anticipation of a hunt. The pride of protecting his pack with his abilities on the battle field. That was what he dreamed of. And he intended to become a subordinate one day.

He trudged through the forest, not caring if he was a little too loud and scaring prey off. Besides, hunting wasn't an omega job apparently. He flicked his ears, his tail swaying with thought restlessly. He came upon a few common herbs. A yellow flower used to prevent infection, a fern used for pain relieving, and he had even collected a few seeds from a plant that were used for pain relieving and sleep. Simple and easy. He didn't know much about healing herbs and all, since his focus was usually on hunting and battling. But he knew the basics.

Ash continued through the forest, walking aimlessly without thought. His eyes clouded with his churning ideas. The grey wolf practiced his battle and hunting moves when he was alone. He made up his own and practiced other techniques that he had picked up by watching his own pack mates. Without a living teacher or opponent, he wouldn't become successful however. Experience was key, and his dumb rank in the pack didn't allow such things.

His ears perked at the sound of heavy steps, which gradually got louder. By the sound, he could tell that there were multiple animals running, not particularly wolves, however. The steps were too hard and clipped, unlike the softer wolf steps.

He followed it, peering out behind a bush to see a stampede in the distance. Instincts pushed him to run out or stalk the prey. But he shouldn't, not quite yet. He was about to turn away until he noticed wolves in the fray. His own pack mates were struggling with dodging out of the way of the flying hooves. His view was clouded when the running herd passed through them. He watched as the land cleared. It seemed like at least one wolf was hurt. He couldn't quite see who... He knew once he heard the distant voices of the wolves. It was their female Alpha. He wasn't sure if she was dead or not, but they seemed to be more urgent than in mourning. He took it as a sign that she was alive.

Ash figured that there were enough wolves to carry her back to the pack. It would be best if he was there in case they needed him for herb stuff, not that he knew much. With a quick but steady lope, he made his way back to the dens.

Name: Nightshade(goes by nicknames)

Age: 5 years

Gender: Male

Rank: Loner

Desired Rank: Loner

Appearance:

Credits: HOTNStock@Deviantart.com

Nightshade is a straight black wolf. He has no other colors besides his striking icy eyes, which are what usually gives him away while he stalks(both wolves and his prey). He has an average built, maybe a bit more slimmer than most males, he ain't real buff, but he isn't weak. His slightly smaller frame(yet tall) allows him agility and speed.

Personality: Nightshade is a trickster. He isn't the happy-go-lucky type. He much rather play games. His most common is to spook the pack wolves(his favorite). He prefers to stalk them from a distance until they notice him. But by then, he is long gone, often leaving them with that creepy feeling of someone was(or still is) watching them. The reason he does this is because he has time on his paws. Being a loner allows his freedom, which he takes full advantage of. He keeps around the outskirts of their territory, often finding a lone pack wolf and stalking them. It is a rare occurrence for anyone to see him clearly. And it is even rarer to befriend him. Some wolves may have the chance to face him, and even exchange words. His friendship would be interesting, but shouldn't be taken for granted. He is kind of like a mystery, no one knows his full story quite yet. Perhaps someone will change that.

Strengths: Agility, speed, stalking.

Weaknesses: Hunting.

(Average in battle)

Your Pack Name: Red Moon

Character Name: West

Age:3 years

Gender:Male

Appearance[Description only-No images]:West has a larger structure than most wolves. He is quite muscular, which can be noticed easily, yet it isn't the most obvious visible characteristic about him. West's pelt is a mix of dark greys and browns. The lighter colors being closer to his underside, while it slowly gets darker towards the spine, where it is dark grey. West's eyes are a dark brown, with a few flecks of hazel if looked at close enough. West has the average pelt length, which is thicker in Winter and thinner in Summer.

Personality:West is optimistic. The male usually brightens the mood in some way, without realizing it sometimes. He is great and finding the 'silver lining' to situations, even though they may not ever help. It is quite funny sometimes. The wolf prefers to be alone or in a small group or with a companion. He doesn't do too well in a large group. He is most comfortable and open if he is with a single wolf he knows well. West can sometimes be vague in his words, sometimes answering with riddles. He can be playful in strange manners, such as his riddles and perhaps even engaging in games. He is always doing the best for the pack, willing to hunt and patrol until midnight, or until he knows his pack is safe. West is determined, sometimes having an idea and not able to let it go. He is one to speak his mind in most instances, unless the consequences are unfavorable.

Powers:Sees the dead

A form of Teleportation

Abilities:He is able to see the dead, and sometimes communicate to the willing.West can teleport somewhat. He can only go a certain distance. When he does, a mist surrounds him and it seems like he fades. His form seems to transform into a mist, which slowly disintegrates. And then, when he appears, it is almost of the same effect. A misty version of him becomes solid. While he is in his mistier form, he cannot be touched. Also, he is able to remain not tangible for a limited time.(Think of the Cheshire cat from Alice and Wonderland :)

Strengths:

Understanding

Strong in battle and combat

Tough

Endurance

Weaknesses:

Speed

Agility

Swimming

Fears:

The downfall of his pack

Being unable to do anything

Hobbies:Patrolling, hunting, walking and exploring the territory.(he's kinda simple :)

Desired Rank:Warrior

Name: Illusion, goes by Ill by some.

Gender: Male

Age: 4 years

Rank: Warrior

Desired Rank:

Beta Male

Delta Male

Lead Warrior

Appearance:

Illusion stands at a hulking 3'6'', which is half a foot higher than the average and weighs about 120 pounds, which is on the larger end of the spectrum. He has a dark grey, thick base pelt. His face has a silver facemask that runs down this throat, the same color that is at the tip of his tail and that runs down his legs. Stark white stripes cross his legs. He has a striking white splash of white running along both sides from his shoulders to his haunches. Gentle flecks are scattered across his back to the base of his tail. A pair of aqua eyes pop out from his dark pelt.

Personality:

Illusion is what is expected of him. When he needs to be a warrior, he is. The large canine wouldn't hesitate to jump into an ambush or an attack if the situation called for it. Illusion can be fierce and quite intimidating in battle. But when he is off the battle field, he is much less aggressive, of course. Yet, he still holds that dominating and intimidating air about him. Rarely is he seen interacting with a group of wolves. Perhaps maybe a single wolf or two, either about patrols or hunts. Rarely does he talk about himself. It keeps him mysterious, in a way.

Illusion never lets his guard down. The male is extremely hard to read sometimes. His eyes are always piercing and cryptic. And he rarely does show his feelings or share his thoughts. He is quite tough to understand. But one thing has always been clear. He will be there when you need him... Or, perhaps, when the pack needs him. There hasn't been many times when he has been there for a certain someone. He has had a few flings, which is strange to think about. But they all ended quickly, with a sour female as a result.

For the few times he does converse with another, he says things that may be shocking. Things that aren't expected of him. Words that make him all the more mysterious, and sometimes alluring. He is witty and will speak his mind anytime.

Backstory: Pretty simple. He grew up in the pack and had a pretty normal puphood. Nothing really stood out about him. But he was recognized for how well he did in training and how dedicated he was during his free time since he was always seen practicing. He didn't really have any close friends, some may call him a 'loner'. But it wasn't that he was mean or weird or anything... Just... happy with himself and his thoughts. He had no need or desire to show off or prove he was the strongest pup or that he was the coolest. He always thought that was stupid. He dedicated himself to his duties instead.

Crush/Mate: Eh, not really. But am planning and looking :)

Skills: Greatly dedicated. Pretty strong, has pure brawn. Pretty witty and smart, though no one may expect that. Level-headed. Deeply devoted to his pack.

Other: Elk.

Name: Fallen

Gender: Female

Age: 3.5 years

Rank: Warrior(Fine with this too)

Desired Rank:

Beta Female

Lead Warrior

Lead Hunter

Appearance:

She is a little taller than average height for a female, at about 3 feet. She weighs a little over the average since she is a bit taller and more muscular, at about 85 pounds. She has a dark grey coat that fades into a dark coffee brown at the head and haunches. White ears pop out, as well as her white markings such as her throat, full tail, stripes on the legs, speckles near the base of her tail and back, and a stark bright side splash.

Personality: She is very capable of being mean. She is snarky and snappy and rude. If someone gives her just one retort or remark, she will be a firecracker and go right after them. It may begin with verbal snaps, but it ca escalate quickly into a full blown fight if she isn't calmed or held back quick enough. Obviously, she has a short fuse. It isn't that she is stubborn and jumps into situations quickly, but its simply that she doesn't tolerate much. Fallen expects certain standards by everyone, and if they aren't met, she will be quick to try and put the wolf in their place, even if she doesn't have the rank to do so, which can get her in trouble with higher ups. Needless to say, she has a reputation.

Fallen has a hard shell, and no one quite knows what is inside.

But for all of her ferocity, she is extremely loyal and will stand up for what she thinks is right and will channel her ferocity into protection, a reason why she is quite skilled in battle. She has low patience, so hunting is a bit more difficult for her.

It is a shame she is so quick to push others out. If she found anyone she liked a bit, she would be surprisingly thoughtful and calm. A polar opposite to what she shows. Maybe that is what she needs. A wolf who can balance her out a bit, or perhaps someone who matches her blazing attitude. But they should be careful, because one push might result in a hard shove out of her life.

At least she is quite cunning, which helps her in her battles. She takes pride in her hard work and skill, and actually enjoys when she gets into a fight with a packmate sometimes, it is just a display of how dangerous she can be.

Backstory:

She grew up in the pack, blood through and through. When she was a pup, she acted pretty angelic. Kind and sweet. Not to mention her appearance! Fallen was a breathtaking pup, which only matured as she grew into something of a spectacle. It is unknown if she knows it or not, or cares about it though. She never flaunts it or mentions it.

Anyway, this was how she got her name. Her parents were convinced that she had fallen from the Heavens and was sent to them. But her parents split apart after a long series of arguments and fights, which caused her to lash out and eventually gain that temper and attitude. Now, it seems more like she had fallen from grace.

Crush/Mate: Aw, this would be cute for her. Someone who either matches her fire, or someone who can calm and balance her. She may have her eye on someone.

Skills: Stamina and endurance. She is excellent in battle. And she is pretty smart, contrary to how she acts.

Other: Elk

(If anyone is interested in her, PM me)

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Name: Dart
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Breed(purebreds only): Purebred German Shepherd
Looks:

CREDITS: Stock by MockTurtleStock@DA

Dart has a smooth black coat, with the form of a German Shepherd. He is maybe an inch over the average at 27 inches tall. He has a lean but strong build underneath his sleek pelt. His eyes are a deep set hazel and he has no markings on his pelt. His fur is smoothed down, except his tail does have some fluff to it.His head is quite narrow which points down to his snout and nose. His nose is also black, matching the rest of his pelt. Two unscathed ears rest upon his cranium, both of equal size, showing what seems to be an equal line of symmetry. There are a few tufts of fur by the bases of his ears.His fur flows the usual path of most dogs, from his neck, it grows towards his shoulders, which are squared and strong, yet maybe not the bulky size of a Malamute. His legs are strung with lean muscle.He has pretty plain features, yet they may stand out more than most. His hazel eyes seem to capture one's attention first. Or maybe his ebony fur, when he lays on the poolside.

Personality: Dart tends to act like he owns the place sometimes. He knows his way around quite well, this is his third summer here, anyway. To most dogs, he is a friend and quite fun to be around. He is playful and flirty sometimes. He may be labeled ""the life of the party"" sometimes, if he is in the mood. Dart can be known to rile up a group of dogs. Or sometimes if he is more mellow, he might be found chilling off to the side as someone else plays ""host"".But he refuses to take anything less than top dog. He prefers to be the most dominant, at least, in his own clique. But he would be willing to try and best others if he had to, or just to impress others. Dart is a huge show-off, loving to strut his stuff either in the pool or chasing tennis balls by those automated machines. Or sometimes he likes to lounge around in the shade or by the pool.

Crush: None yet
Friends: Most
Enemies: Some(PM ME)Lincoln
Other: Wanna be in his ""clique""? Put Dart's Clique in your other.
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Name: Axel
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Breed: Purebred German Shepherd
Looks:

CREDITS: Stock by GloomWriter@DA

Axel resembles a German Shepherd more than his brother, Dart. His pelt is shorter and straighter, while his brother's has a more ruffled and slightly longer pelt. And obviously, Axel's pelt is brown while his brother's is black. The reason being is because their mother had the darker coat like Dart and their father had a common German Shepherd pelt. Dart got his mother's genes while Axel got a little of both.

Axel is the exact size of Dart, but a little bulkier and muscular. His pelt has an ombre effect when it is a gentle cream at the belly and darkens toward the spine. A caramel covers most of his body. Then along his sides and base of his ears and bridge of his nose is a spruce brown, almost red. Then a dark black works it's way into his pelt higher along the spine, staring at his nose, down his face, ear tips, shoulders, and a little down his haunches and tail. The underside of his tail is a plume of cream, which matches his paws. Axel's eyes are almost black, unlike Dart's hazel gaze.

Personality: Axel is the brother of the famous Dart. Yet, they are quite opposite. Dart is outgoing, a show off, dominant, and flirtatious. Dart can even be called shallow. While Dart goes around acting like he owns the place, Axel is a little more quiet and thoughtful. He always thinks things through, often ending with him and Dart in a fight over situations. But Axel is clear-minded mostly. He is almost never rash, like his brother. Axel is far more understanding as well, and doesn't play in that popularity game everyone is so tied into. Axel is content with lounging around and relaxing, rather than strutting around like a self-absorbed mutt.Though, he will not let anyone walk over him. If there is one trait he shares with his brother, it is his importance for respect. He doesn't overdue it like Dart, but he won't allow himself to be mistreated, or others. This bold trait often causes him to speak his mind when he thinks something is up. He is noble and just, often doing the right thing.But sometimes, he slips up. Axel is sometimes, rarely, able to relax and loosen up enough to have fun. His more secretive side is a little playful. Though, he is always caring and protective, never letting his friends get hurt.

Crush: None yet
Friends: Most
Enemies: None really(PM)
Other: Dart's clique, begrudgingly, yet he does stray from them from time to time.

Pack Name: Red Moon

Pack Number: 108648

Character Name: Ruin

Gender: Male

Age: 4 years

Sexuality: Straight

Rank [Fill in after accepted]: Morte

Wanted Rank: Morte

Ruin is a large canine, and usually towers over others in the pack by a few inches. His thick pelt is a mix of natural brown shades. It is darkest along his spine, and becomes lighter as it nears his belly. His legs, muzzle, cheeks, and tail have lighter touches to them. He has a strong build, wired with muscle along his limbs. Ruin has piercing, captivating golden eyes, which peek through the night rather eerily.

Personality: Ruin is rather sociable. He enjoys company, no matter the number. He is pretty easy to be around. Ruin can be the type who is dependable, as he is fiercely loyal to his pack and pack mates. If someone asks him for a favor, he is almost always bound to do it. He has a majorly protective instinct about him, causing him to always put his life on the line for others. When he doesn't need to be serious, he can be pretty fun and playful, often teasing others into a game of chase or hide and seek.

He is pretty outspoken, and doesn't hold back from his own opinions, even if they aren't popular.

(If he gets the rank as morte): He seems to be numbed by death, however. Killing doesn't irk him the way it should. To him, it is just simple life, by now. He acts as if it is nothing, something as simple as getting an itch. He treats it almost humanely, but without emotion. He knows it has to be done, for the good of his pack.

- He is strong, and build for strength.

- Ruin is amicable and easily makes friends, often even getting the shyest wolf to speak.

- He is very dependable

-Ruin has a habit of easing the mood and making someone's day just a bit brighter

-Fiercely protective.

-He can throw his life around with not enough caution, often throwing himself in a lot of danger

-He doesn't know when it's a good time to shut his mouth

-His bold personality can sometimes make others think he is too obnoxious

-Can't swim for the life of him...

Kin: NA

Mate: NA (will develop in rp.. PM me?)

Offspring: NA

Allies: Kind of everyone, he is pretty friendly.

Enemies: Anyone who hurts his pack

Other: NA

Password [In the rules]: Cobalt

Character Name: Ruse

Gender: Female
Age: 4 years

Sexuality: Straight

Wanted Rank: Chasse

Ruse has a lithe, somewhat tall frame, as she is a little taller than the average female wolf. Yet, she is extremely lithe, with elegant, long limbs, built for speed and agility.

Her pelt is an arrangement of silvers and whites. The darker silver rests on her back, shoulders, muzzle, and tail. Her chest and underbelly is white, along with the inside fuzz of her ears.

Personality: Ruse is a sneaky character. Often sly and cunning in her games and with her relationships. She means no harm, but she enjoys playing a few tricks sometimes. Whether they include flirting is undecided and unknown, as she sometimes flirts and sometimes doesn't. Most of the time, she doesn't. She rather be quiet and independent when she isn't messing with others. Even though she can act childish, she is wiser than her age, but she tends to keep her thoughts to herself.

Her slyness helps her in her daily routine. Hunting. She is a skilled hunter, often using her wit to hunt and take down her prey. Ruse is very patient, often enjoying stalking her prey, even if it is for days at a time.

As far as relationships go, she can be perceived as a little strange and untrustworthy. But she is truly kind and caring if one got to know her.

-Sneaky and sly

-Witty

-Patient

-Agile

-Speedy

-Independent

-Not very strong

-Sometimes scares others off, or seems stand-offish

-Doesn't always follow rules

-She finds it hard to trust others

Kin: NA

Mate: NA (looking in rp, PM me)

Offspring: NA
Allies: Eh, she doesn't heavily rely on anyone
Enemies: Nope. And you don't want to be hers.

Other: NA
Password: Cobalt.