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A Wolf's Rite a semi-literate to literate werewolf roleplay ⟷ Every twenty-five years, new stories are born that shape the future of this scarred land. ... The werewolf curse is not common in this universe, and the packs that exist are known by the others from decades of interaction. While some werewolves may feel that they are cursed, many feel that they have been blessed with a gift, and most use it to keep civilians safe in the towns that they reside in with their unbridled power. ... In the past, there once had been so many werewolves that clashes between families had broken out, and wars among clans had been fought in the depths of the woods that their pack territories bordered on. Only the wisest had truly prevailed, for they did not allow hate and envy to plague their minds, and they had stayed out of the bloodshed. After all packs had lost so many family members due to their own hatred, the surviving elders had decided to settle their differences, and came to peaceful terms with one another, one by one. While it was agreed upon that werwolves would not wage wars on each other for territory, and that killing innocent civilians was never the nature of their gift, there was one term in particular that makes some hearts hurt still to this day. ... It was agreed upon, one hundred years ago this year, that the eldest child, the heir, of the alpha pair of each pack, would pair up with an heir of another pack to keep bloodlines clean and their werewolf gift pure. The heirs are sent to the location of the first warfare between their people took place, where they are to learn to accept differences in each other and prevail, unlike their ancestors before them, and learn to accept a forever mate as their own. ... Being forced to choose a life partner by your parents is usually not met with excitement, but many packs teach their young heirs that it is destiny from an early age. There is still resentment from some of the most aggressive werewolf clans, and some tensions may be high between those that had particularly bloody histories together, but staying true to tradition is mandatory to keep the peace alive between them all. |
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Setting ⟷ It's August 18th, 1980. ... This is the one hundredth year of peace between the packs. This is the fourth year that a semi-arranged mateship ritual is taking place. As an alpha's child and heir to become an alpha themself, your character's parents, grandparents, and great grandparents have all completed this peace-keeping courtship ritual before them, and it is now your character's duty to continue to keep the peace between packs. Tension and resentment is always high when there are so many people representing so many clans, but not everything has to end in blood. ... Pax is where you're being sent to, a small neutral territory in the heart of all packs. It is where the first blood had been shed one-hundred years ago, but it was also where the peace agreements were made, and where alphas hold their yearly meeting with one another. Pax is a secluded piece of land in the middle of the woods. There is one hand-made cabin for each clan there that surround Lake Pax in the center, and a sizeable recreation building behind the lake where the peace treaties were signed and where vows are held. It is privately-owned reservation land that each pack owns a portion of, to keep it entirely fair between them all. It is the only neutral territory in this land, and perhaps the most sacred to a werewolf. ... Pax is not showy by any means. The cabins are built like tiny houses that have been upgraded by each generation to pay respects to their ancestors. Most have one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen, living room, and potentially a loft for their companion. Each clan has a sigil that is carved on the outside of their door, some marking that each family can see and identify immediately. The recreation hall is the largest building, which consists of a large central room that is generally used for meetings and for feasts, an elaborate porch where some weddings are held, two rooms that are used primarily for storage, a small kitchen, and a large deck off the back of the house that has a stout ladder to the side of it that gives access to the empty rooftop. Lake Pax is wide and eventually leads into a fifty-foot waterfall and a pool-like pond at the base of the falls. There's a wide wooden platform deck that hangs partially over the lake portion, where many of the packs have informal hangouts at, for there's a few wooden chairs and tables there and a campfire for cooking fresh kill. The entire area is filled with dense trees and curious wildlife, which provides both seclusion from the outside world and immense, woodsy beauty. |
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All About Pax & Heir Expectations ⟷ + The heirs arrive and stay at Camp Pax for one month to meet and mingle with each potential romance candidate. They are allowed to bring an accomplice, whom is usually a younger sibling, to witness firsthand how Pax functions. While unlikely, heirs are technically allowed to bring any single one of their pack mates with them. + Entertainment at Camp Pax is usually swimming, playing volleyball, sunbathing, or hunting in the woodlands. Indoor activities inside of the recreational building usually consist of movie nights, story telling, feasts, and whatever games bored werewolves can come up with. + At the end of the month, it's anticipated that each heir has chosen their mate, and a marriage-like ritual is held in the recreation hall for each couple by the couple's parents. + Not every pack will get an heir couple returning back to them. Tradition has it that whichever pack did not receive their heir couple during the last ritual twenty-five years prior, will get a couple now to take over for their aging alphas. + While everyone has pressure on their shoulders, pack members that are LGBT+ have immense stress on their plate, for they must commit to a heterosexual mate to appease their clans. It is mandatory under the peace treaty that each heir couple must birth the next generation of werewolves. + These heirs are all strangers with no pre-existing bonds with one another. Packs do not interact with each other outside of a yearly meeting and this mateship ritual in order to keep the peace. Too much contact, and most worry that war will break out again. ... All About Werewolves ⟷ + Werewolves in this universe transform into bipedal beasts that can run on four legs to sprint faster. They are more monstrous lycan-like creatures in nature. + Their beast's size depends on their humanoid build, but all are over six feet in height when they shift. On average, they gain a foot to a foot and a half in height. + Werewolves can vary in color. Their fur usually is representative of their hair color when in human form, but not always. + Werewolves have two types of shifts; forced and natural. + A forced shift happens when the human is faced with extreme emotion, usually triggered by rage. Werewolves that are in a forced shift have no pupils and glowing eyes, and they cannot control their actions. They're not necessarily made any stronger, but they're completely primal. A forced shift is usually short-lived, but legend states that one can be so blinded by rage that they cannot phase back into a humanoid frame, making them a beast forever. + A natural shift occurs on command. This is a skill that has been taught to control from a young age. By now, heirs are able to transform at their whim. A werewolf in a natural shift has pupils and has complete control over their actions and thoughts. Most feel a deep desire on full moons to transform, but nobody knows exactly why that is. + When a werewolf feels love, they fall in love hard. This is called imprinting, when a werewolf falls into true love. They're filled with immense, uncontrollable protective desires. This can be platonic between friends, but this is usually romantic. Those that imprint on each other are able to communicate telepathically, usually in werewolf form, but the strongest of love bonds can in human form as well. + A werewolf can imprint on more than one person, but it's rare. If an imprinted wolf loses one of the people that they've imprinted on, it is deeply, deeply depressing. Most would rather die than live with the pain. It's like losing sunshine for the rest of your life. + Becoming a mated werewolf is generally a huge ordeal. Every pack has their own traditions, but a mating ritual is the only time that two packs come together to celebrate. Weddings between heirs always take place in Pax, but receptions are usually held in the packlands to welcome the new couple. |
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Rules ⟷ + Heir Characters should be between 20-30 years of age. + Characters should all be strangers, but they may recognize each other's last names and their pack's general reputation from it. They haven't had the chance to ever meet wolves outside of their own clan before. It is likely that their parents were overbearing. + WIP, there's going to be more ... Sign-Ups ⟷ Name: Age: Gender: Sexuality: Pack: Heir or Companion: Pack Reputation: Love Interest: Family: Brief History: Appearance:
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The Packs ⟷ + River Sanctum - Rigel McCartney - Played by Nox. + Twin Hawks - Kaidan & Robin Moreau - Played by Nox. + Nix - Lark Prince - Played by Nox. + Double Star Pack - Murasakino Morningstar - Played by Spellbound. + Beta Guardians - Kobeni Benni'o - Played by Kobeni. + --- - Geneviève Caballero - Played by Spellbound. + WIP - WIP - Played by FrostyK. |
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[ picrew 80783 ] Name: Rigel Orion McCartney. Age: Twenty-seven. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Deeply closeted homosexual. He's monogomous, but understands that he will have to marry a woman to appease his pack, so a large part of him hopes to have a true love outside of his mariage. He fears that he may be unfaithful to his wife in their future, and hopes that she understands that they're bonded because of duty, not because of love. The man fears that his spouse will out him to his family if she learns of his secretive sexuality, and knows that he would be disowned or possibly physically hurt because of his preferences. He knows that that the love for his future wife is going to be platonic at best for him. Pack: River Sanctum Pack. A pack located in the East, where the land is flat and filled with marsh, swamp lands, and naturally occuring water structures like lakes and rivers. They believe that their werewolf blood is a gift that is given to gods among men. Their sigil is three waving verticle lines that mimic the curves of a flowing stream. Heir or Companion: Heir. Pack Reputation: River Sanctum werewolves are known for being cold and merciless beasts in werewolf history. Legend has it that they speared their victims on pikes during warfare in the woods. They were one of, if not the last, to sign the peace treaties. Filled with brute force individuals, River Sanctum werewolves selectively breed their lower ranks in order to pass down selective traits. Almost all of them have anger issues and have an extremely hard time keeping themselves from shifting into their werewolf form, and all of them are jet black in color once transformed. They are still tense with just about everyone, but especially their neighboring packs. They desire to conquer; to be the sole surviving clan. Love Interest: No. Mm-mm. It's not ideal. Family: Rigel has an enormous family. He was the first born out of five siblings, and he has so many cousins in the pack that he loses count of them. He is his father's puppet and his mother's greatest fear. It has been engraved into him that it is his duty to select a wife that seems capable of producing brutish offspring to raise. His parents and the elders in the pack are extremely homophobic and have no idea that Rigel is gay. Brief History: From the moment he was born, everything has been a lesson or a test. His father is strict, cold, demanding, and aggressive, and he had plucked Rigel from his mother from the very moment that he could walk to train to undergo training to become just like him. By the time he was twelve, Rigel was fit to hunt in the bayou on his own and in charge of tending to his own wounds when he'd get them. His childhood was spent training; training to fight, training to hunt, training to lie, and training to heal. His father's favorite method of training was to spring on Rigel at surprise moments, even during the night while he slept, to train his son to be prepared for everything. Rigel was tormented in a lot of ways because of this, but knows that his past has made him stronger and capable than most. Appearance: [ Rigel in forced shift drawn by me ] Rigel is six feet, six inches tall with a brawny, athletic frame. The man has translucent pale skin with bleak blueish undertones, a long and narrow face with a straight nose, thin lips, and piercing yellow-brown eyes. Upon his head is prematurely graying salt-and-pepper black hair that is cropped shorter in the back than in the front, with the longest strands reaching just past his browbone. His wide chin usually has rough bristles of stubble budding out of the pores, or a thick beard that overpowers his jawline if he stops shaving for a few days. He has large blackout tattoos that start at his collarbone and stop mid bicepts and above his pectorals, and another that continues beneath his pectorals that stops above his pelvis. The blackout tattoos cover his entire back, aside from angel wings that were left on either shoulder blade. His legs have tribalistic, symmetrical bands that start mid thigh and stop above his knees, then continue around his ankles. Scars mar up his neck, back, torso, arms, and legs from rigorous training and abuse, but none stand out more than the others. He often wears dark, simple attire, like a black shirt and dark-washed jeans.
Personality: He was trained to be brutal, ruthless, cold, and aggressive, but there's so much more than the hate and anger in his soul. He was one a kind and gentle little boy who picked flowers and shared his dinners with stray cats. If it weren't for his past, he'd likely have taken up some job in nature, like an animal rehabilitator or a park ranger somwhere. For much of his life, he felt like he was imprisoned. He was beaten and mentally vialated and warped until he was twisted into something that he never wanted to be. Yes, he has a short fuse and is capable of cutting people down in the worst ways, but that's who he was crafted to be. Other: There's pretty much no pack that wants to alley with these guys, everyone is free to hate them. ____________________________ [ picrew 261298 ] Name: Kaidan Augustus Moreau. Age: Twenty-six. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Closeted bisexual. Robin's the only one that he's come out to. Pack: Twin Hawk Pack. Named because of the almost generational twins in the alpha family and their love of the predatorial birds that nest up in the mountain ranges they live in. Twin Hawk werewolves' territory is to the West. They're a mid-sized pack with about twenty-five members. Their sigil is a vertical hook-like shape, meant to be a talon, with a straight line going down the center of it. They're a pretty relaxed clan, with members that are pretty easy going and hard working. The alphas even allow some of their packmates to marry humans at times, as long as they're trusted. Heir or Companion: Heir. Pack Reputation: The Twin Hawk clan is in good terms with most, if not all. Their ancestors were never overly violent, and they always seemed relatively neutral during any arguments. Nobody really expects an heir from this territory to act any different than what the past has shown. They've always been extremely civil. Love Interest: He knows it's what he's here for, but the idea of actually settling down with someone makes him a bit queasy. A month to make a decision that changes two families forever seems...daunting. Family: Kaidan is an identical twin to Robin, but the eldest by eleven minutes. They have a little sister, Alora, and a father left at home. They have an aunt who is apart of their pack, and their three cousins that Kaidan and Robin have fond memories of harassing. Brief History: Life was pretty much always simple. They never had a lot, but they were happy that way. His family is extremely close, especially after they lost their mother to illness seven years ago. There's deep respect for one another in his family unit and pack overall, and each is always willing to help another when in need. Nobody really feels that Kaidan is wise or serious enough to become an alpha someday, but all are hopeful that he'll grow up before that day comes. Appearance: Kaidan is six feet, two inches tall and extremely, extremely lean. He has freckly olive skin and ginger hair, just like the rest of his family. The young man has a triangular face, with the widest points being his jawline and seemingly most narrow at his hairline. The heir has a small and perky nose in the center of his face and heavy-lidded rusty brown eyes on either side of it. He doesn't have the ability to grow a mustache or beard, so he is often left with some thin, whispy hairs on his upper lip and chin if he goes a few days without shaving. Kaidan pretty much always has a grin on his face, as it's hard to really take things seriously. In tune with 80s style, he often wears lightwashed jeans and an abstract button down tucked into them. He loves jean jackets, short shorts, and flashy colors.
Personality: Life is better when everything is all fun and games. Kaidan is a good time; he's sociable, sarcastic, playful, troublesome and generous. He is always open to shamelessly flirt, even if the feelings are not always reciprocated, as a fun and playful way to make others squirm. His horrible lines never work, but he doesn't necessairly want them to; it's most fun just getting the other person to laugh at his poor attempts. It's extremely against his nature to do something that could hurt someone, and he enjoys making others laugh and feel good. Even though not everything can be light and fun, Kaidan will try extremely hard to make it that way, even if it's something that should be taken seriously. The heir has a notoriously difficult time sobering up to sit through conversations that are deep and weighty, as he doesn't like dealing with the emotions that tend to come with those. If anyone decides to give him any form of constructive criticism or shouts at him for any reason, he has an extremely difficult time coping with that, and will often avoid that person in order to keep from having to deal with the aftermath. Other: We can discuss pack allies or rivals? ____________________________  [ picrew by Crowesn ] Name: Robin Angus Moreau. Age: Twenty-six. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Closeted bisexual. He has a very strong lean towards women, but flamboyant men can definitely sway him. Pack: Twin Hawk Pack. Heir or Companion: Companion. Pack Reputation: Positive; read Kaidan's information. Love Interest: No, he's not allowed to. He's basically just here for a good time. Family: Kaidan is his identical twin; read Kaidan's information for a deeper look. Brief History: Robin was Kaidan's shadow growing up. They did absolutely everything together, always. It pains him that his brother is going to have to leave him when he gets married, it'll be their first time apart in their lives, and every time he thinks about it, he gets very emotional. Appearance: Robin is six feet, one inches tall and has a very similar lithe buid to his brother, though he has a little more meat on his bones. Robin has his family's ginger hair triangular and freckly face, but he has some greenish flecks in his brown eyes that surround his pupils. He and Kaidan are extremely similar looking and could be easily mistaken at a glance, for they wear the same style of clothing much of the time, and they have identical hair lengths and features. Robin's key difference is that he has a large splotchy brown birthmark on his lower left abdomen, and the fact that he's able to grow a mustache, which really chaps Kaidan's ass.
Personality: Robin mimics his brother in a lot of ways, but he can be a little more serious in times that require it. He's usually the one to tame his brother down and to rationalize or make big decisions. He very kind-spirited and rambunctious like Kaidan, enjoying making others laugh, but he does seem to pull back a little more in some settings. Robin is Kaidan's wingman, always talking his brother up to the person that his sibling is trying to woo, but it's all in good fun. Occasionally, he'll jump in to flirt as well to tag-team the poor victim with Kaidan. There's always a lot of laughs with this, as long as the other person is single. He cannot count how many times he and Kaidan had to run away from a fist fight from a jealous partner. ____________________________ [ art by GoreNova.TH of my OC - she does have a shirt on, it's just low cut ] Name: Lark Elizabeth Prince. Age: Twenty-four. Gender: Female. Sexuality: Closeted lesbian. She will only entertain a man for vital information. Pack: Nix Pack. The Nix' live in one of the Northernmost territories, where the most snow falls. It's beautiful, but there's pretty much no sought after resources here, so their land is pretty unwanted by most of the other packs. The Nix clan is small, consisting of only thirteen individuals. Their sigil is a spade inside of a diamond. Heir or Companion: Heir. Pack Reputation: Upfront, the Nix' are peaceful and abide by werewolf law. Though rumor has it that in their history, that the Nix' are quite stealthy and secretive. They've functioned as information brokers, trading secrets for protection, and it is expected that the current heiress will continue on down that path. Love Interest: None. The thought makes her miserable. Family: Lark's pack takes orders from the matriarch, her mother, whose husband has mysteriously disappeared a few years ago. Lark is one and two years older than her siblings. She has no other family members in the clan, but her pack is extremely loyal towards one another, and Lark considers all of them to be her family. Brief History: Lark's upbringing was not entirely traditional. Her mother and father were a horrible pairing and fought constantly. There was never a moment in their house where Lark truly felt at ease. Her father was mostly to blame, for he was extremely controlling and belittling, and treated his family like his own personal slaves. As the eldest, Lark had many rules to follow and expectations to meet. She bent over backwards to appease her parents, adding so much stress onto herself, and reaped little benefit. When she was fifteen, Lark found out that her mother had been having affairs with many of the males in the pack in secret. It was traumatic news to learn, and Lark resented her and the suitors with such distain. She began to hurt herself to make her mental anguish physical, and for years this whole cycle continued, until this year, when her father had disappeared after another argument. Her mother stated that he must have perished, maybe caught in an avalanche or slipped off of a mountain in the night. They had all moved on quickly, but still, her mother insisted on hiding her numerous suitors from plain sight. Being the only child aware of her mother's infidelity, she wears a lot of resentment still, but tries to not let it bog her down. Outside of the emotional aspects of her childhood, the alpha had raised her children to be strong and independent. They spent hours training their reflexes on the edges of the mountains and were forced to hunt at an early age. They were taught that nature provides everything that they should need, and because of this, Lark has had quite a bit of herbalistic training. She is great at treating ailments naturally. Once she hit puberty, her mother taught her how to use her femininity to work secrets out of men. From that point onward, Lark trained as a spy. At first she just listened to her packmates, but as she aged, she started to listen on the edge of the borders of other packs. Anything to give them an edge was worth it, her mother would always say. Appearance: [ art by GoreNova.TH of my OC ] Lark is five feet, nine inches tall and has a thin but muscly, curvacious frame. The young woman has extremely pale skin with pink undertones, hazel green-brown eyes, and messy short-cropped platinum hair. Lark usually presents fairly androgynous, with no bright 80s makeup touching her face and no clothing that suggests apparent femininity. She usually dresses in ripped up jeans and 70s band shirts, with maybe some holes or rips in those as well. Her face is both mascline and feminine, with a sharp jawline, puffy lips, a small button nose, angular eyes, and thick eyebrows. When she is dolled up more femininely, she's working to lure secrets out from closed lips with her flirtations. Personality: It's hard to trust when you've been trained to be skeptical of everyone you meet, when it's been proven to you time and time again that trust just leads to heartache. Lark finds herself always in survival mode, which is exhausting, but such is the way of things. As the eldest sibling, it's her duty to be strong and brave, and with her mother aging, she must be able to provide. Though, like a bard, Lark can talk and socialize very well in group settings, no matter how much she dislikes them, and can appreciate joking and playful antics, even though she's always searching for some invisible hint or answer to some secretive lie. Other: We can discuss pack allies or rivals? |
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Name: Murasakino Florian-Averill Morningstar Age: Twenty-Five Gender: Male Sexuality: If you ask his parents or friends, straight But if you observe him really closely, he's a very much a closeted homosexual disaster. He has no interest in women at all, unless it's a platonic relationship. He is also demi-romantic and is very explorative in the idea of a poly relationship. Heir or Companion: An Heir Pack: The Double Star Pack. A pack that is in the northeastern most area, they live among the tundra and mountains. They get their name for the ability to see the beautiful stars at night, and it's rumored that ages ago there was one who was connected to the stars and Goddess herself. It's also known for its fireflies in summers that light up the place like little stars. This is a rather established pack, very strict and organized, consisting of nearly fifty people - both outsiders and family. Their sigil is two bright rose star symbols encased by a compass. Pack Reputation: Rather Neutral in matters, unless it affected them. It was well known that this pack is strong and can put up a good fight, but they choose not to. They do have moments when they will intervene if things are unfair, other than that they are mostly closed off and elusive except to their one or two allies they have. This pack has rather good reputation, known for their intelligent pack members and how talented and skilled they are whether it be in the arts, sports, or education - they are intelligent. Not to mention how they strategize and make moves in silence, it scares others because you really can't tell what side they play for, after all they don't show all their cards. It leads to others thinking of them as spoiled, vain, haughty, and selfish as well, and some members are but that's not the majority. They are really an enigma to most packs. Appearance:
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When first gazing upon this man you first notice his face. It's easy to say once can be quite captivated by looking at him. His face can be described as a rather soft diamond shape, with his cheekbones being high and well structured - yet unlike most of those with a diamond face he doesn't have that overly pointed chin. Yes, his chin is a bit pointed and sharp, but not overly so. His cheeks are full and plump, and can grow rosey with anger or embarrassment. He has rather full lips, with his lower lip being just a bit larger than his upper lip. He has an assortment of beauty marks along his face and body, on his face their are two black marks right under each his eye, and then one on his lower left cheek, and one last beauty mark right above the corner of his lips. And he has other beauty marks haphazardly scattered about his neck, back, chest and if one were to see or undress him ; along his upper and inner thighs and his hips and other places. He also has a couple piercings to adorn his face, he has his ears pierced - having two lobes pierced per ear, and each having three upper helix piercings. His nose is also pierced with an upper nose piecing and a septum piercing. He also has lip piercings, and he has snake bite piercings on the left side of his lips. For his nose and lip piercings he tends to keep them to the basic gold or silver for the jewelry, but sometimes he does goes for flashier. However, for his ears he has only the prettiest and best earrings adorning his ears - you will not catch him wearing fake gold earrings, he only wears the best on his ears and if you think less of him for it then he doesn't care. This male is of rather average height, or may be considered short in the eyes of others - standing in at 171cm or 5'7 in height. Though he may be vertically challenged in some instances, this doesn't mean he doesn't carry himself with confidence and grace when the time comes for it. This height also gives him an advantage when it comes to his mobility, being able to do a wide variety of aerobatic stunts - from flipping, tumble rolls, aerial cartwheels, handstands, handsprings, to being graceful in air doing aerial silks. And because of him usually weighing in around 120-128 pounds, he's very lightweight and has a lot of agility due to training and practice in it. This lightweight and rather lithe build makes him a rather swift and speedy opponent, as opposed to someone using brute strength. His build, can be described as rather androgynous with a mainly rectangular chest and a lean and toned figure. His shoulders are slightly more narrowed, which gives his collarbone a bit more chance to shine. While he may be male he has slighty wider hips, and a bit of a dipped hips, not to mention the rather noticeable, yet - at the same time subtle curve along his hips. He has what could be described as a spoon/mango curve type body, with his waist being well defined and then having rather thick thighs, both naturally and from being active in bodily training. Now when describing his skin color, think of rich and silky brown skin reminiscent of the smooth calla lilies. His skin holding little oil - and not prone to very much achne, and being rather smooth and soft to the touch, from the usage of lotions and creams to keep his skin healthy. His skin has warm orange-red underones, a simple smile revealing the beautiful fire-glow of dawn that seemed to linger upon his cheeks - drawing one in with such a simple smile. His teeth remind one of beautiful ivory - smooth and just as off white with a slight yellowed appearance. And they are rather straight, but there is a slight crookedness to them, and he has a gap tooth. His eyes are quite pretty to look at, they are a very light violet hue. One indicator that either his parents has blue and grey eyes or at least one of them had recessive albinism. They are framed by dark black lashes that are naturally long and curled - adding to his looks and it seems he never needs mascara because of how dark and thick they are, but a little eyeliner makes them pop even more. And his eyebrows are also thick and well - maintained , he also makes sure they are constantly arched when they grow out and always makes sure to pluck extra or unwanted hairs. Now his hair is his pride and joy - his crowing glory, his beautiful and flowing locks that others can help but envy. When you look at his hair, the first thing you notice is the length of his hair - his hair rests comfortably at his waistline when it is down. Yes, he likes his hair long and keeps it that way. His hair is well-kept, one will never find a strand out of place if he can help it - he uses only the best shampoos, conditioners, and oil treatments for his hair to keep its sheen and health. His hair is what can be described as very curly, sporting lovely 3B springy ringlets of hair. His hair is jet black in coloration, except for the front part where it is a stark contrast - the color being a enchanting platinum white-blonde coloration that comes down in an almost streak like formation in his hair. And it grows naturally like that due to it being genetic within his family, and also possibly due to slight albinism. Sometimes he dyes it black so it isn't noticeable, but sometimes he just lets it show. His hair is versatile in terms of style ; able to be able to be braided, cornrow, wear naturally, straighten and other different styles. 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Kobeni Hersey Benni'o Age: 23 Years old Gender: Man Sexuality: Kobeni concern. Not yours. But rumor has it, he's Poly-Demi Pack: Beta Guardians. Sigh. This pack is a prime example of real nightmares. They live near the deadest circle of trees, with one river going right through their center camp. Food is always nearly impossible to grab unless they travel long distances, some never make it back-other come back with life-term scars. Yet it's rumored they protect the most stunning of lakes( Never drink from this lake), where they present their children; this lake gives the child their future, and when their eyes finally open to gaze upon the night stars, the lake smiles. A child has been born with great potential. They worship this lake like a God, because without it--birth for females would be hell. In the pack, it is tradition for men to perform in a ceremonial duel once a year. It's supposed to be a symbol of integrity and generosity and it's usually part of a larger life ceremony that can last for several days. The union of Beta, built upon the transgressions, bitter struggles, and sacrifices of its past, this pack is now among the most profitable packs in its corner of the world. Unfortunately, they lack a little in medicine. Beta is a battle alliance. There are no real opposing groups against the current leadership, but things are changing at the moment. However, the current greatest threat to the nation is children. There hasn't been a new batch of pups in months, but the current leadership can't possibly do anything to solve this issue. The people of Beta are fairly comfortable. They live moving lives and while medicine might be lacking, their life expectancy helps relieve most of their issues. Religion holds no importance in their lives and, if anything, has made them warier than strangers. The people of Beta aren't spiritual at all either and they rely more on what they can prove. Heir or Companion: Heir Pack Reputation: Kobeni pack is just murderous bastards who needed a fresh start. Well, that's what the rumors say. In reality, the pack is as normal as they could be; sure they train their young at the tender age of 10-12, allowing them to be ready for battle at 16 if needed. And yeah, they don't live in the most stunning of places, and they tend to only hunt/attack when Midnight is at its highest; just like the stories, the Beta is a proficient strategist. They rarely have time to bond as a family in most cases, their Golden rule is " failure is dealt with by death ". In most cases, they'll only send one person if a stray falls out of line--that's how dependable they are to each other. Cruel, monstrous, yet exquisite people live within the pack. Love Interest: " For the sake of the pack " - Kobeni Family: Vohkinne l Beta male ] : This sick fuck. This handsome sicko was once...no...is a monster. Both in the battle and outside his status. This man built his family name on tears, sweat, and blood. And for what? To be killed by his own son, to be the cause of his own wife's death. To have everything at the start only to lose it because he couldn't be a loving father. But he got what he wanted, he got Kobeni to be the very thing he was...so let Vohkinne's death haunt you. Zitkala [ Second Alpha daughter, held the status of Alpha after his death for 3 months before becoming Vohkinne bitch, I mean wife ] : You sweet bitch. How could you marry such a man? Was it his looks? His desire to have a family, or was it because he held status? No. You weren't like that; you believed that love could change even the most dangerous beast. Now, look at you, bleeding to death. Oh, wait, no. You're already dead. You were such a lady, a lady with morals. Still are, but those morals got you killed. You had everything, a family, a single child, and a husband who would kill for you--but you didn't notice the signs; the child was damaged, broken, and lost. Neheche [ Unborn sister ]: You never made it to the lake, mother was too stressed when she was carrying you. Mother hides the fact you never touched the lake, you never got to gaze into their loving yet sick stare, you're one lucky child--not burdened by father's expectations, maybe you would've been a daddy girl? Maybe you would have been perfect for this job? Oh, Neheche, how I miss you even though you couldn't hear me sing to you in your mother's belly. I was at my lowest when you never came home, I wanted to scream, cry and die all at the same time. I wish I was there to bury you, I was too scared, too frightened to see mother's tears. Dear Neheche, I miss you. Brief History: It was storming that day, Kobeni recalled the day he went for a hunt with his father and the hunters. His mother ran outside, the rain hitting every loc she had tied up, Vohkinne's head turning to greet his distressed wife, and as she flew at him with slaps and punches, Vohkinne told the hunters to take Kobeni away. But the boy saw everything, how Vohkinne struck Zitkala to the ground to stop her from hitting him; suddenly and before Kobeni eyes; he finally saw mother and father's true selves, Vohkinne's pelt was dark black, and with green eyes he looked just like a monster, towering over his wife skinny, thin white pelt. Her eyes were golden blue, and as Kobeni wondered if Neheche would have shared her mother's gaze, the fight between a mother who didn't want her 15-year-old son hunting in a storm started. Vohkinne didn't stand a chance against Zitkala's calculated attacks, while Zitkala couldn't bear Vohkinne's overwhelming strength. " He's too young! He's just a boy!", Zitkala snapped her jaws in Vohkinne's direction, as he had her pinned against her back. " Boys grow into men! He is no longer incapable of helping the pack live!" " No! He's still my baby! You can't change that Vohkinne!" Vohkinne moved off the dame who sat up, shifting slowly back into her human form, tears running down her cheek, and her eyes pleading. Vohkinne shifted and stared directly into his wife's eyes," Please, he's just a baby, he's our baby boy! Look at him Vohkinne! Look at our creation and tell me you don't want to protect him from the wonders of this cruel world!", Zitkala inched closer to Vokhinne, still on her knees. While their creation was watching, Vohkinne gazed at Kobeni for a quick moment," We could have had two creations...." " .....What... " " The world is cruel Zitkala, Kobeni has to be crueler, that's the end of this discussion, we have to go on this hunt ", Vohkinne walked toward Kobeni, placing his hand on his head and turning it away from his shocked and sobbing mother;" Don't witness weakness son," And those words were the last thing Vohkinne has ever given Kobeni. Appearance: [ Image credits] 
Kobeni has never been so low before, a time where he was once smiling, once laughing now aged poorly. His eyes were shadowed by dark underlining, his green summertime gazes now a dark tempestuous hateful glare. His perfect childish face is covered in three scars--two of which touch each other as if trying to comfort one another. The other on his right cheek, as though hiding from public views. Darkish blue/black, long hair tight in a ponytail reveals a thin, anguished face. Hollow green eyes set delicately within their sockets, watch fondly over the homes they've defended for so long. This is the face of our beloved Kobeni, a true man among boys. He stands tall ( 6'1) among others, despite his bulky frame. There's something incomprehensible about him, perhaps it's his awkward walking as though someone took his kneecaps, or perhaps it's simply a feeling of indifference. But nonetheless, people tend to treat him like family, while making up bigger stories about him. Scars reached from just under the right eye, running towards his upper lip, and ending on his right cheek leaving a painful burden of concealed skills. Kobeni doesn't value his good looks like everyone else, he doesn't trust them to get him anywhere--his battle skills and murderous intentions are his money maker, so even if his greenish dull expressionless eyes are deep in thought while you try to speak to him, he doesn't look at himself as such a beauty or someone who could get a simple kiss just by asking. So compliments on his looks go unnoticed. Notice how strange his face seems when he tries to smile. A glint of confusion. Kobeni doesn't smile. He's one of many who has lost that ability over time, and over the course of his life; he finally understands that happiness comes at a price. A price his face paid for. Kobeni toning is much like brown chocolate, the rich caramel kind. The kind where it drips from your lips onto your shirt. But as stated before, Kobeni's looks don't get him as far as a friendly hug, he depends mainly on the battle scars his father gave him( Most of them were his enemies). His father allowed his face to be....unloveable; which Kobeni believes( Even if his fans say otherwise) makes it hard to love him. Credits for below image: Morotsuyoshi on picrewme 
Never take Kobeni drinking. Although he's man enough now to take on larger threats such as war, this man can't hold his drinks. He'll become a slurring, drunken, flirty-looking version of Kobeni we would fear. When drunk, his hair becomes wild, his eyes become lazy yet with a flirty motive, and his professional stance becomes a slob mess--it's like he jumps from 25 to 18, in a flash. Beware. you might get a whole different version of him.
Personality:
Quiet yet deadly > Mature > Slightly clueless > His trust is to be earned, not given > A bastard sometimes > Not so crazy for love > Feminine looks > Easily misgendered as a bulky woman with a tempter > Hateful toward anyone who followed his father > Changing > Mothers death changed him for the worst > Assumes everyone hates him or has a distasteful thought about him > Child-like mind when it comes to " crushes " > Sweet > Kind > Fleeting hope No one truly knows Kobeni, for the longest--everyone just addressed him as the Demon, yet proving he's reliable and determined came in the long run. When names are needed, don't expect Kobeni to care. You could call him the bastard's sperm and still, he'll come for your head. Of course, he's also inspirational, tolerant, and idealistic, but far less vigorously and often mixed with being a thug as well. His dependability though is what he's often respected for; a well-known respected person who lacks the knowledge for this. Nobody's perfect of course and Kobeni knows this, he might be an unstoppable force with a hunger for his enemy's blood...well that's the issue. The taste and touch of his enemies' blood drive him insane--he'll rather bathe in their blood than take an actual bath. In his own saying " It's much better than making out with someone ". A mysterious trait has finally shown itself. Proving Kobeni is easily the most clueless flirt to ever live, the fact he could be flirting while also cluelessly missing the point of his own words; should be a power in itself. He is a natural, said to everyone he's ever talked with; he for sure has his father's perspective. Kobeni doesn't take that as a compliment but he should, his father Vohkinne was one in a million, he would have women/men folding, Kobeni only wishes he could have such rizz like that bastard--maybe he wouldn't have to forget his morals or his self-respect. His laborious character and solipsistic essence do cause plenty of disagreement on often personal levels. There's plenty to say about Kobeni, just don't let him hear the rumors. The reality of it is that he's vindictive and complicated, such as his hunger for a lot of things. That's without even mentioning he's also haunting, furious, and antagonistic, but at the very least they're countered somewhat by being humorous as well. Yet the chance to show it never comes to light. Any healthy affinity is made exceedingly problematic because of this and his apathetic personality. As sad as it is though, he's genuine and disciplined even if in small doses. He wouldn't dare speak out of line, the fear of his father's hand haunts him to this day. But as a child, Kobeni was the watcher--he would only dream of playing in the rain, in the mud, and coming inside only to hear his mother cry out for his father to bathe the child. But instead, he counted his prison days and training. Training to be someone he hated; training to be just like his respected yet hated father. Someone who would rather watch the world burn down, a world that should and will always know pain. Kobeni didn't mind living in this world, he didn't care as long as he felt the freedom breeze against his brownish skin. So instead of having a childish trait to his broken mind; he developed a hateful glare onto the world. His warrior mindset could be easily taken as being unsullied. Kobeni is his mother's future, taking on his mother's kind and naive traits while balancing out his father's undomesticated beast. It never crossed this man's mind how a sweet, lady came to bear and carry such a demon's offspring. It would open too many questions. But anyway. Unfortunately, very few people like Kobeni. Maybe its due to his problem with trusting others to ALLOW them to like him, he was always told no one will ever like him, ever trust him to do what was right--even if he fought to near death for their validation, Kobeni will never have the touch of another being; maybe his father was right? Maybe he told Kobeni about his future because, in truth, his father went through the same thing. People have doubted him for far too long, people have looked down on a man who had nothing to lose. And now look at his son; his inheritance lives on with plaguing loneliness, but the fact he's hazardous and dominating is something he got from his demanding father. To make things worse he's also desirous, complicated, and revengeful, but at least those are kept somewhat in check by practices of being deliberative as well, not much to give Kobeni to let him ease up, he's an overthinker--once you wrong him; he'll stop at nothing until you're laying lifeless on the ground. Even then, he'll ask you " Tell me, do you understand my pain now that you've died?" Even then, no one; even in death could understand what Kobeni has lost. What he had to do to get this status, what he had to become. How many people? How many wakeless nights has he endured for the very people who turned him into a monster? Sleepless nights without a soul to connect with, the aching dangerous thoughts that everyone wanted to get rid of him; that everyone needed him, death would be too easy for him, and he would not be invited to dance with his sister if he just vanished. She'll be disappointed in him, she'll probably say " You foolish boy, why are you here so early ". The perfect image of his sister, brown-toned skin, stunning mother-like smile. Something Kobeni hoped he would see, but loneliness played a part in his sanity. He would believe he was talking to her in one moment, then the next watching her cease to exist. Kobeni doesn't care about being hated, he doesn't care about the fact he's slightly insane, slightly hungry for something he'll never have. There's a great deal of pain left on all sides because of this and his offensive essence, but different strokes for different folks I guess. But be careful, Kobeni doesn't always turn everything into ashes, he's a caring soul; he loves nature and he loves everything living. Just because he was made into a monster doesn't mean he lost all hope to see and touch the light. He just needs a little faith and a little yearning for the right person. He's tidy and ingenious even if in diminutive doses, that's at least some form of redemption. Unfortunately, his lack of faith in himself is almost ever-present, and ready to sour the circumstances. Other: Fun facts: › The night of the storm, Kobeni came home with two scars( Caused by his father ) after 6 days of being gone. › Zitkala never told Vohkinne Neheche's name, Vohkinne just knows he lost a child. Didn't even know the gender either. › During Zitkala's 3-month long authority as Alpha, she rejected Vohkinne advances at first. › Vohkinne was there when Kobeni was born, he fainted after everything was over( Wholesome moment) › Vohkinne's father trained him by the tender age of 9 years old and took him on a hunt at 12 years old. Vohkinne was being " kind " by taking Kobeni at 15 years old. › In the end, Vohkinne was all about family, hence why he thought he was doing everyone a favor by making Kobeni strong. › When Kobeni was 18 years old, 2 years before his father's death; he asked Vohkinne how to approach women--and Vohkinne didn't know how to respond. Because they both share the same mindset of not understanding women. › If Neheche was alive, she would have been married with a child. › Kobeni likes pineapples |
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Name: Geneviève Ophelia - Odette Caballero Age: Twenty Four Gender: Female Sexuality: She's A Lesbian. For The Girls. Panromantic and Demiromantic Pack: Pack Reputation: Heir or Companion: Heir Appearance: This young woman stands at a height of 5'8 being slight above average in height yet still managing an average height. When describing this woman on first appearances you notice that she has what can be described as a pear body shape. Being more heavy and thicker in the thighs and hip area due to her body shape - her hips are also slightly wider than average and she also has what can be described as a bit of dip hips. Also, her waistline is more well-defined and noticeable - her bust area is moderate, it's noticeable but not exactly large like some women have it. Her shoulders are more slender and narrow as well, but there well defined and muscular , and she has one hell of a collarbone on her. She also has a bit of accentuated curves and a rather nice arse to her. Overall she has this very dainty and lady-like appearance going for her. And don't be mistaken, though she may appear dainty, she isn't above knocking someone the fuck out or kicking the shit out of someone. This young woman has always had smooth, red-brown orche skin. The sun always seemed to richen the color in the warmer months of spring and summer when the sun was high, and in the cooler months of fall and winter her skin seemed to go back to its normal color , only to be richened again the following year. Her skin is soft and smooth to the touch, possibly because of the lotions and oils she uses to make sure it stays as such. Sure she has a couple scars here and there but they are rough or bumpy - some even hidden by her darker skin. She also doesn't have that much acne , only when she has been eating too much sweets will her skin break out. She has freckles splashed on her face in what can be described as a bit of constellation, them being darker and lighter than her skin causing them to stand out more. She also has a beauty mark in the right corner of her lip and on the left corner of her eyes. This female has what can be described as sharp facial features - with well structured and high cheekbones with puffed cheeks to match them. She has a diamond shaped face, with a bit of a narrow forehead. Her chin isn't as pointed as it could be but it's a bit pointed but not that it's very noticeable. She has freckles splashed along her nose bridge and cheeks , and they trail down to other sporadic places on her skin. It's quite safe to say she looks like a painter flicked their paintbrush on her when she was born because of the surprising around of freckles adorning her. Her nose is a cute snub nose shape, and it makes her full heart shaped lips noticeable with the top being a dark reddish-brown and bottom being a rosy reddish-pink - and she also has a beautiful cupid's bow. Her eyes are slightly upturned with a minuscule hooded almond shape to them. This female has entrancing eyes, they are what can be describe as a golden hazel coloration. You first notice the beautiful light brown and tan colors of her eyes, and then if you look deeper you notice the faintest of blue coloration, but what's really noticeable are the beautiful golden-greenish flecks within her eyes. Her eyes can really change color in a way, they appear more darker and stormy when she's upset or serious about something, they appear lighter and brighter when she's excited about something and more of a neutral and normal when she's having an okay or alright day. Overall, her eyes are easy to get lost in and are quite pretty to look at. Another feature that makes her stand out is her hair. Her hair is what can be described as a dark copper brown coloration. At the roots of her head you can see dark brown, almost brown looking hair. This hair is then followed by a smidge lighter brown that's clearly brown hair color, but intermixed with this hair are different tones of red - from dark red to lighter coloration . The tips of her hair is where the red shines the most, and when in the sunlight the red undertones of her hair can be seen more clearly and are very noticeable. Her hair is long and has a very wavy, almost curly pattern towards it - her hair rests just a little past her shoulders. Her hair is very thick and highly versatile when it comes to styling - she usually keeps it in some sort of updo or braided form to lessen the hassle of dealing with her hair but sometimes she lets her hair down and lets it's beauty show. She loves using beautiful hairpins and clips for her hair and just loves the shimmering clips in her hair. She also takes good care of it with various oils and shampoo and conditioner that are of high quality. And no one better steal her products or touch her hair without permission. Personality: The first noticeable thing about this woman is the air that surrounds her. The air of confidence and power - the way she walks in a room and it commands attention and respect. The way she walks with the grace and confidence of a well-mannered woman, her posture and body is never lacking and you will never catch her slipping. She holds her head high with almost always a stern or serious expression on her face - one would assume that she is some snobby brat by the way she looks and holds herself. However, this isn't the case - yes she has a very high standard for how she would like things to go and she is confident in herself, but not to the point of arrogance. She speaks with elegance and class, always holding herself in a prim and proper manner, you will never even see a stray hair on her head because she make sure it will not show. Her words are always charming and ladylike - her voice brimming with confidence and daintiness, she can speak with flowery speech. Being able to drive hard bargains and negotiate very effectively, also has a knack for catching people off guard with her intelligence - not to mention she is able to verbally psychoanalysis a person with pinpoint accuracy after being with them for even just an hour or few hours at most. This woman is wickedly intelligent. Able to take in and soak even the littlest pieces of information to make an accurate deduction. She is also intrigued and enthralled by intelligence - libraries, museums, and galleries are her second home. She enjoys pouring over interesting subjects like myths and legends along with more serious thing like politics, history, and science. She is quite opinionated, even if she doesn't regularly give or express her opinion on serious subjects - however if asked she will comfortably be able to give an answer. She loves learning, knowledge is power to her and she makes sure to make the most of it. After all, what's the use of having a brain if she doesn't use it to the best of her ability. This female also can be cunning and manipulative when needed, she's the one you call if you want revenge - she knows how to play with people's strings just the way she needs to get what she needs or wants. She can be the sweetest charmer, a chaste lady, a seductive woman, or if you try her the most venomous serpent. Her words are her weapon and she knows how to affectively use them, she tells people what they want to hear and lets it go from them - not necessarily outright lying by a half-truth if you will. However she is able to weave and concor stories on a whim. She knows how to be shrewd and play her cards right, especially with enemies. She's witty and sharp - and anyone who doesn't know that about her or underestimates her will find themselves at her mercy. This woman has a very protective and motherly nature. Children are her weakness even though she won't admit it. She may have a scowl on her face when seeing children, or derogatorily call them "crotch goblins" because of their outrageous behavior at times - however she is definitely a sucker for their big, innocent eyes and the dumb and cute things they do. She is the one to become attached to a child and name herself their wine drinking auntie . Once she claims a child - they are under her protection and she protects with a vengeance. She may be ladylike but she's not above taking off her heels and earrings and fighting a child or the parent of a child who hurt her honorary niece or nephew. And she's also the one to teach her nieces how gaslight boys and other girls when needed and she also teaches them how to go for the jugular in a fight, and for her boys she does the same - along with teaching them the ways of treating a woman right. She's also protective of her friends and family, she can be equated to a mother hen : always having what you need in that purse of hers - need tampons or medicine for a headache, she has it , need some tissues or lipstick- she got you. She's also ready to swig her bag at a bitch if shit is about to go down - she stays ready to throw hands when needed. This female is able to take charge when needed. And she is an excellent communicator and is able to work with others well. This woman listens, and observes others very well, able to be very perceptive and reads people like an open book. She's able to quickly deduce a lie and pick out the weak from the strong, and know who she should ally herself with. She also is a hard worker, give her a small task or small job and she will find a way to it better than it has been done. She's ambitious and knows her worth - she won't settle for being at the bottom rung of a ladder, while she's not one to actively destroy her competition or get in the way of others, everyone has a point they are pushed to. Only when she's desperate would she ever use such cutthroat methods to get what she wants, otherwise she's an honest worker who will use her talent and abilities to get where she needs. It's quite honestly scary how she can turn this fearsome side to her with a flip of the switch, and it's quite rare that she has to use it but she views it as a good thing. If people think that she doesn't have such a dark and side - then it's easier to get to them and also shows them she's not one to be trifled with. This female can be described as the pure definition of an introvert and extrovert. She is sociable and doesn't mind going out and having fun with others. She actually enjoys going on outings and fun adventures and such, however she has her limit. She can be charming and kind with others for a while, and that's until her "social battery" begins draining. When it starts to drain she loses her excited tone and becomes more silent and quiet, and starts lurking around the back - she's also a bit more irritated and possibly sarcastic and snippy with her words. The only way to fix this is to get her to leave the place and take her home, she'll need to recharge with some alone time with a good book and some comfort food. And maybe just maybe - a small amount of company when she gets bored. Love Interest: Has No Current Interest Relationship Status: Single Family: She Doesn't Want To Even Mention Those People Brief History: Affiliations: Other: |
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