Raging Flames said:

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Name:

Alistair

Age:

4 Years

Gender:

Male

Rank:

Subordinate

Desired Rank:

Unsure/Undecided

Joining Rebellion:

No

Appearance:

Alistair is one of the larger wolves of the pack. He has strong muscles contained in a powerful build with thick, dark brown fur accented with lighter tones. His dark complexion accentuates his piercing green eyes.

Personality:

Looks can be deceiving. Despite Alistair's strong, intimidating outward presence, he has a kind heart and a loyal mind. Alistair understands that there are expectations that come with being in The Bleeding Sun Pack, therefore he dedicates himself to his leaders. Before, that meant serving Emporer Baelin diligently. Alistair is determined to prove himself to the leaders of his pack, his strength making him a powerful warrior and protector. Despite his strength and power, Alistair has a gentle heart for those he cares for.

Strengths:

Strength

Power

Fighting

Obedience

Loyalty

Kindness

Weaknesses:

Agility

Speed

Tracking

Subservience

Kindness

Crush:

N/A Open for development

Mate:

N/A

Offspring:

None

Kin:

N/A Open to ideas

Affilations:

N/A Open to ideas

Other:

I noticed in the first two submissions that their characters have aromas listed, where this was not on the submission form. While I'm tempted to say Alistair smells like peaches or something like that, I think the true answer would be pine or petrichor.

Biologist at Work said:

Finished with Cyprus!

Biologist at Work said:

Finished with Cyprus!

Name:

Deadfall (Often just Fall)

Age:

9

Gender:

Male

Aroma:

Chamomile and river water

Rank:

Shaman

Desired Rank:

Content

Joining Rebellion:

Probably not. It depends largely on the direction the wind blows, as it were.

Appearance:

Deadfall looks every bit the warrior that he never was. Broad through his chest and quite tall, nearly three feet at the shoulder, the male maintains impressive muscle mass even despite his relatively old age. His coat is thick, further giving the impression of mass, colored deepest mahogany. He lacks any other markings or embellishments almost entirely, save for the tip of his tail, which seems as if it might have been dipped in black ash. His teeth are likewise intimidatingly large, offset by his overtly pensive brown eyes. One silver scar runs the full circumference of his nose, eerily straight, causing a slight hitch in either corner of his mouth.

Personality:

Rather quiet and regal in his bearing, Deadfall is known first and foremost for being impressively intelligent, if a bit standoffish and more than a bit cryptic in his speech. Relatively nonviolent, at least by the standards of his pack, Deadfall is far more likely to administer revenge slowly and precisely, rather than with a quick bloodlet. Some wolves find him to be a pushover for this reason, others stay far away from his ire. He is a healer after all. He knows better than most that a well-placed plant can be as deadly as a well-placed bite.

Perhaps more dangerous is his complete lack of true loyalty to anyone other than himself. During Baelin's reign, he had kin, companions, wolves he knew and loved deeply. He stayed through the plauges to care for them, unaware that he would outlive them. Deadfall is only loyal to his pack in that it would be difficult to go anywhere else at his age, and he doesn't dislike Zilan. Though he does find it difficult to take orders from what in his brain will always be a pup. He is not oblivious to the turmoil her ascension has wrought, though he's hardly about to make his young leader aware of it. Should she be overthrown or not matters very little to him.

He speaks little of his past, though it is well-known to many of the surviving wolves that in the early days he was far less ornery (verging on paternal and skittish). It could correctly be assumed that, while his body survived the plauges that took his leader, companions, and mate, his soul did not. The only pale remnant of the wolf he once was is the genuine softness he has for the pups in his pack, few as they may be. It is for this reason that he does not outright loathe many of his packmates, as he assisted in the whelping of a large number of them.

Strengths:

Healing, obviously, as well as its offshoots of foraging, plant identification, administration, etc.

Cunning, extremely intelligent

Silver-tongued (when he desires)

Light-footed

Exceptional tracker

Weaknesses:

Prone to apathy

Struggles to draw the blood of other wolves (Decent hunter, poor warrior)

Almost suicidally irreverant of leadership

Horrible bedside manner, resulting in his not being particularly liked by his pack (beyond necessity)

Pups

Crush:

Absolutely not

Mate:

Dead and buried

Offspring:

None

Kin:

None living

Affilations:

Realistically none, but if you have a fantastic idea, feel free to PM me.

Other:

The scar on his muzzle is the result of getting caught in a human-made wire fence during his youth. The wire cut deeply and the wound became infected, but he often says it was worth it for the taste of the peaches he stole from the humans' orchard during the foray.

Ephemera said:

Name:

Deadfall (Often just Fall)

Age:

9

Gender:

Male

Aroma:

Chamomile and river water

Rank:

Shaman

Desired Rank:

Content

Joining Rebellion:

Probably not. It depends largely on the direction the wind blows, as it were.

Appearance:

Deadfall looks every bit the warrior that he never was. Broad through his chest and quite tall, nearly three feet at the shoulder, the male maintains impressive muscle mass even despite his relatively old age. His coat is thick, further giving the impression of mass, colored deepest mahogany. He lacks any other markings or embellishments almost entirely, save for the tip of his tail, which seems as if it might have been dipped in black ash. His teeth are likewise intimidatingly large, offset by his overtly pensive brown eyes. One silver scar runs the full circumference of his nose, eerily straight, causing a slight hitch in either corner of his mouth.

Personality:

Rather quiet and regal in his bearing, Deadfall is known first and foremost for being impressively intelligent, if a bit standoffish and more than a bit cryptic in his speech. Relatively nonviolent, at least by the standards of his pack, Deadfall is far more likely to administer revenge slowly and precisely, rather than with a quick bloodlet. Some wolves find him to be a pushover for this reason, others stay far away from his ire. He is a healer after all. He knows better than most that a well-placed plant can be as deadly as a well-placed bite.

Perhaps more dangerous is his complete lack of true loyalty to anyone other than himself. During Baelin's reign, he had kin, companions, wolves he knew and loved deeply. He stayed through the plauges to care for them, unaware that he would outlive them. Deadfall is only loyal to his pack in that it would be difficult to go anywhere else at his age, and he doesn't dislike Zilan. Though he does find it difficult to take orders from what in his brain will always be a pup. He is not oblivious to the turmoil her ascension has wrought, though he's hardly about to make his young leader aware of it. Should she be overthrown or not matters very little to him.

He speaks little of his past, though it is well-known to many of the surviving wolves that in the early days he was far less ornery (verging on paternal and skittish). It could correctly be assumed that, while his body survived the plauges that took his leader, companions, and mate, his soul did not. The only pale remnant of the wolf he once was is the genuine softness he has for the pups in his pack, few as they may be. It is for this reason that he does not outright loathe many of his packmates, as he assisted in the whelping of a large number of them.

Strengths:

Healing, obviously, as well as its offshoots of foraging, plant identification, administration, etc.

Cunning, extremely intelligent

Silver-tongued (when he desires)

Light-footed

Exceptional tracker

Weaknesses:

Prone to apathy

Struggles to draw the blood of other wolves (Decent hunter, poor warrior)

Almost suicidally irreverant of leadership

Horrible bedside manner, resulting in his not being particularly liked by his pack (beyond necessity)

Pups

Crush:

Absolutely not

Mate:

Dead and buried

Offspring:

None

Kin:

None living

Affilations:

Realistically none, but if you have a fantastic idea, feel free to PM me.

Other:

The scar on his muzzle is the result of getting caught in a human-made wire fence during his youth. The wire cut deeply and the wound became infected, but he often says it was worth it for the taste of the peaches he stole from the humans' orchard during the foray.

sentienceprone said:

can i make a reservation for shaman?