Canterbury

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4.5 years old

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Non-binary; Mothgender (xenic)

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Mo / moth / moths / mothself (neo)pronouns exclusively

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Will accept it / its as an alternative for those who struggle with moths pronouns until those who struggle learn how to use moths proper pronouns

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Lesbian

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Guard

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Gamma guard exclusively

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Norden pack

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Canterbury is mostly beige in colour, with darker colours that are in similar spots like those of colourpoint cats. Dark brown can be spotted around the ears, tail tip, the underside of the tail, paws, halfway up the legs (from the paws up), and face; the brows, eye lids, and muzzle are all a dark brown in colour. From the dark facial markings, a fairly lighter and richer shade of reddish brown is visible, completing the mask that Canterbury has on moths face. This same shade of brown goes down the throat up to the chest, as well as being visible on the top part of the arms that are closest to the shoulder area; this then fades down to the darker brown by the paws. Same thing occurs for the hind legs, where the reddish brown fur starts from the knee and fades down into the darker brown of the paws. This same shade of brown is also the full colour of the tail, which fades to the darker brown that is on the tip and underside of the tail. There are also some patches of cream present on the tips of the cheek fur, the neck down to the shoulder, a bit on the center of moths back, underbelly, middle section of the tail, and on the hind legs’ thighs.

Canterbury has light brown coloured eyes that are almond-y in shape, not being as round as other wolves’ eyes. Moths skin colour is a dull greyish liver colour, best seen on moths nose, corner eyes, and paw pads.

Moths fur is thick, having visible coat layers to it, and is fairly soft to the touch. The length is best described as medium length, not too long but not short either. Due to its length and density, snow and ice tends to get clumped and stuck in it. When the wind is mighty and ferocious, it tends to tangle moths fur and that’s always a nightmare to groom out, so mo almost never does. Sometimes, tangled curls of fur are visible and Canterbury will usually ask a fellow friend to help groom moth.

Moths fairly average sized wolf, standing at 28” (2’4”; 0.71 meters) by the shoulders, having a length of 33” (2’9”; 0.84 meters), and weighing around 110 lbs (45.36 kg). Mo has a rather stocky build, with stocky limbs and a broad head and neck. Mo has a heavy step, and usually leaves more imprints in the snow than some of moths fellow pack mates. Mo has a slight arch in moths back, meaning moths lower half isn't 100% level with the upper half. Canterbury has an average length tail, nothing abnormally long. A lot of moths limbs are feathered, even the rear, with the only exception being moths ears and the back of the paws.

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Credits for first piece: Catharcist for lines / base, myself for design and colouring

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Credits for second piece: entirely my doing

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Canterbury is a fairly mellow and laid back character, but mo still has some ambition, which is, exclusively, becoming a gamma guard. This ambition is somewhat driven by wanting to achieve a role in which mo would be able to assist the pack to its fullest, especially after having not been able to do much during the war until it was too late, and even then mo couldn't do anything as mo was put on the bench. As of now though, Canterbury is ok with moths role as a guard, but still feels like moths not doing enough to make up for not having been able to help during such a crucial time.

Moths not the brightest, and sometimes tends to be very oblivious to certain things. Moths an ambivert, more introverted than extroverted, but does moths best to try and be social. Sometimes Canterbury doesn't catch social cues, and this leads to some misunderstandings. moths sympathetic but isn't very empathetic. Don’t get it wrong though, as mo is empathetic, mo just doesn't have a lot of empathy. Low empathy, if you may. Canterbury speaks moths mind whenever mo is able to, usually avoiding clashing the views of the heads of the pack unless it truly is something mo sees needs opposition. mo can be stubborn, but this doesn't mean moths stubbornness is a good thing. Not everything goes moths way, especially when moths stubborn and wants a certain thing to change, and this will make moth fairly sour for a while. When this happens, mo will use others as an outlet. Mo will be moody, sarcastic, and even plain out rude. This is something moths working on fixing, but it's quite the process. Hell, this can be chalked up as short temper or anger issues, but moths not into those kinds of words.

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Canterbury is a Norden by blood, having come from a decent line of wolves with barely any mixing with rogues-- minus the fact moths great grandmother was a rogue. Moth had a fairly normal life in the pack, being cheeky-- as all wolf pups typically are. Having been an only surviving pup in a litter of three, Canterbury was spoiled to a degree, and loved unconditionally. With this, mo were taught how important moths role in the pack is, and how mo must be a team member. Packs only function and thrive when those in it perform their everyday duties to the fullest of their ability. Canterbury's parents weren't crazy about it all, but this did make Canterbury wish to make everyone-- pack and parents-- proud to have moth as a pack mate.

When the war happened, mo was far too young to join during the strongest and most crucial part. Once Canterbury became a guard- soldier back then- mo was put into the army that was meant to defend the pack. Unfortunately, mo didn't get to be a part of any action. Mo was placed in the sidelines, on the bench, only there to fight if a soldier came back wounded badly and a replacement was needed: something that never happened. Feeling as though mo was useless, having not been able to help the way mo wished to during the war, mo gained an ambition: become gamma guard. Canterbury was convinced that becoming a gamma guard will make moth capable of assisting the pack to moths fullest. If this doesn't happen, mo will continue to perform moths duties as a guard to moths fullest capability.

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Family: currently all deceased

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Friends: none in specific (this may change)

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Mate: none (subject to change in future)

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Pups: none (prefers that mo doesn't have biological pups)

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Currently not infected. Whether or not it happens in the future is unknown

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It hadn’t been very long before the screech from the pride’s elder, Hikma, scratched the insides of Eshe’s ears. The ashen lioness flicks her ear as she turns her attention towards the elder, irritated by her, to see who she was scowling this time. Not much of a surprise for her to see it was the second male, Ubbei, being yelled at. What for, exactly ? Apparently for staring at queen Acantha and, presumably, her partner, Crixus. The huntress couldn’t help but roll her eyes out of annoyance. Yelling this early in the morning, especially with how loud Hikma is, will surely scare away any prey in the savannah. If possible, Eshe would scold the elder for being so loud, but Hikma must have been of much help during her youth if the pride has kept her for so long. Not to mention, she’s got her young here-though they aren’t as young nor are both of them in the pride. Her tone towards others was one of displeasure, always speaking in a manner she preferred to. In some ways, it’s as though Eshe is looking into a pool that displays her future self as she surely will be a ‘grumpy’ elder during her old years.

Soon enough, the elderly lioness was calling for her grown cubs, mistaking the name of one for another, like most of the elderly do, before correcting herself. Eshe felt no empathy, nor sympathy, toward the two. Why should she if she’s never experienced such a thing ? It’s nothing worth dwelling on, that’s for certain. Growing bored of watching mother and daughter converse, Eshe returns her attention to herself, grooming her paws before using them to wipe her face. The toothbrush is a salmon colour. Only the ancestors above would be able to truly know how much the lioness was awaiting for a hunt to be organized.

Not too long after having heard the mother-daughter conversation, a soft greeting grunt could be heard from her right as the huntress Covet sat down beside her. Eshe grunts in return, still getting used to the lioness that took some form of interest in her. It surprised her really; how is it that Covet approaches her of all lionesses in the pride ? Eshe isn’t one for casual talks, or casual anything, so her mind can only think of one reason as to why she stays near her: they both share a similar history-that being that they were both nomadic, or prideless, lionesses. The sudden feeling of a warm breath on her neck fur caused the ashen lioness to let out a low rumble from deep inside her throat, turning to look at Covet who had just removed a burr from her neck fur. Eshe hadn’t noticed the burr was there, after all her neck coat is fairly thick. “... thank you,” Eshe replies in a low voice after a while. When asked how she slept, Eshe flicks her tail as she took a bit of time to reply. “I slept fine,” she said quickly, hoping she wouldn’t have to keep up with informalities for too long. “... and you ?” she asks after a pause, not exactly wanting to be rude to the lioness.

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Pencil

accepted :p

I finished mine

accepted :]

I've finished the elder I started making, it's on pg 4

cool! accepted, however i do want to let you know that considering her age and the fact she is infected, she will die very quickly. you'd only get like 3 real life days of roleplaying with her

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Name:
Cadmus

Age:
1 year and 3 months

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Role:
Juvenile

Desired Role:
Content, though he wishes to be a scout

Pack:
Norden

Appearance:
Still being quite young, Cadmus is a bit on the smaller side. Despite his smaller side (for males, anywas), he stands at twenty-nine inches to the withers, and is about forty-two inches from his nose to his tail tip. Cadmus has a lean build, not a whole lot of muscle but that doesn't stop him from doing much. He has a darker pelt, mixed with greys and lighter brown tones that are soft. His body is mainly dark, with some brown hinted here and there. As you go down, his frame does become a bit lighter and goes into a white on his underside. He has white on his chin, cheeks, and throat. He also has light 'eyebrows' just above his orange eyes, which are a bit more brown. The inside of his ears are white, while the outside is brown. Cadmus's fur is indeed soft and fluffy, silky to the touch.

Personality:
Being the youngster he is, Cadmus is just a little immature. He doesn't really fit in to say the least, because of his size and other personality things, this doesn't exactly stop him from being him. Cadmus is a young and passionate male, determined to get something done, even if it isn't done the right way or how you would expect. It isn't often that you see this fine young man being mean or rude, as he respects his peers and superiors. Cadmus doesn't always expect the same thing in return, so he's quite accepting in that factor and towards everyone.

Thought a bit unexpected, he is quite protective of thos close to him. No, he doesn't like arguing, but he is reasonable, so if he wanted to, he could just someone up with his rational answers. Cadmus is reasonable, and is always thinking of the easiest ways to get something done. He's alert most of the time and observant, probably pointing out things that aren't relevant. This makes him a bit distracted at times.

While coming off as soft, kind, welcoming, and accepting, everyone still has yet to see what else Cadmus has to offer. That is, if you push his buttons. When angered, he will always shoot back a rebuttle that isn't always expected. When upset, he just wants to be alone. If you ever find Cadmus coming off to you as sassy or rude, then he probably doesn't like you and does make it obvious. For those he takes a liking to, he will probably hang around them more than anyone else.

Backstory:
Cadmus doesn't have much for history considering his age. He was born and is being raised in the Norden pack, learning the ways of becoming an adult. There is still plenty of things for him to learn as he grows, therefore he's always open for hearing thoughts on what he should do and needs to improve on. His parents [currently NPCs/won't be important] were in fact taken from the virus, so he tries his best to not think about what's going on right now.

Relations:
TBD

Infected?:
No

Rp example:
Clicky

Other:
Open for any relationships. I would also like to state that Cadmus isn't that developed, which is why his personality is shorter compared to a bunch of my other characters.

cadmus is too young to be a juvenile! they become a fully fledged pack member at age 2!

Ah, will update that~