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Frappe 
★ 8 years old. ★ Female. ★
Lesbian. ★
Alpha ★
Satisfied with her current position, but is looking forward to becoming a Gamma. ★
Norden ★ Frappe is a near pure-white wolf- considering being so is impossible- she has slightly darker markings dotted around her pelt. She thinks her white fur suits her 'holy' role a little too well.
She has a rather distinctive tuft of fur on her chest. Her eyes are a light brown colour, with her nose being a similar shade. Her coat is rather thin, so it's lucky for her she's not out filling the roles of a lambda or upsilon. Frappe is quite small, being 26'' tall and weighing 95lbs; she attributes this to not going out and working. ★ Frappe is altogether talentless. She never had to work a day in her life, as she was plonked straight down into the beta position the moment she was old enough. She wasn't even a good beta- her job being to act as her mother's social link with the rest of the pack- being incredibly socially awkward. She can't imagine she's a good alpha, now, either. There isn't a world she thinks she could do anything more than act as some form of hope and god-like figure for her worshippers. Frappe is by little means a 'good wolf', though. She can't help but let the way she is treated get to her head, and begin to really view most wolves as lesser than her. Frappe likes to carry herself with grace, although she's unsure if she really likes doing it or if it's just expected of her. She's content to do what's expected of her, though. It's easier. It's not like she's humilaited by being a fragile symbol of hope and godliness that needs to be protected by every wolf. Frappe is scared. She's so scared. She knows deep in her mortal soul that she has no control over anything outside of wolves' view of her. She wouldn't know the first thing about fighting, if it came to it. She couldn't be the saving grace to protect her pack. Could she ever lead her wolves into battle and be a symbol of strength like that? Never in a million years. ★
Will add backstory later. ★
No known relatives. ★
I needn't give a rp example to myself image (c) me |
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i just realised i forgot to actually add omegas to the role list haha whoopsie |
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Name: Silke
Age:
Twelve Years Gender: Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual (slight preference for the ladies..)
Current Role:
Gamma
Role Aspiration:
Silke has already lived her life, she aspires to now bestow others with her wisdom.
Pack:
Norden
Appearence:
** a reference will be added ! ** Silke has become a rather stocky, short wolf in her elder years. At shoulder height, she stands 23" tall and proud; weighing in at around 120lbs. A coat of dark, charcoal-colored fur makes her appear to be larger than in reality- tufts of unkempt fur often sticking out wildly from her figure. Silke's pelt itself is a shaded blend of dark greys and cool brown tones that fade out to her coldest points; such as her shoulders and back. Faint speckles of tan fur blot along the brown cool-points on her hind, disappearing when they hit the grey. . Her eyes are often squinted in old age, a stoic blend of steel grey and colbalt blue framed by darker fur and lashes; accentuating her intense hues. Tiny silver scars line her nose and muzzle, where her canines protrude from her lips. Her thick fur hides all the scars that cover her body, reminders of past grievances and strifes. It's often that Silke's appearance alone causes others to gravitate elsewhere, for her looks give the impression of an uptight, disgruntled old lady.
Personality:
In her youth, the dame could be described as a spitfire; constantly fighting for something whether it was pointless or not. A ravenous anger had eaten it's way through her heart, though that was a long time ago... In her elder years Silke has mellowed out some; finding it difficult to keep up with such festering emotions and trivial anger. Still sarcastic as ever, she can often be misunderstood for more blunt than she means to be. The dame typically wishes the best for those within her pack, though has difficulty conveying it as she can be quite abrasive at times. . Despite this, it can be said that Silke contains years of wisdom built through experience. She's been through many trials in which shaped her into the wolf she is today, a rather broody old dame whom tends to inspire. Silke loves to practice advice, and give out lectures to any canine who'll lend an ear. This extends as far as hour-long stories to the youth, rambles of her past flames, and even dangerous terrors she's survived.. For those who are incredibly patient, the dame can be great company. However, she's completely intolerant of disrespect and tends to act rather rashly when angered; a sign that her wisdom doesn't reach all that far ... . Without all the confidence and eloquence, Silke really is just a maternal soul. She seeks out connections with all who give her the light of day, and has never really learned what love actually is. A compassionate wolf, she feels things in an extreme manner and retains large amounts of empathy for those she holds dear. She's often a good mediator, and enjoys listening to others rant about their difficulties in youth; especially when she's able to help in any manner. Silke is definitely not a dame of correct morals, though she aspires to be.
Backstory:
**to be added, she's ancient
Relatives:
Eloqui - Dam - Deceased Morte - Sire - Deceased . PM to be a (younger) sibling , or child of Silke. . RP example: ** this was on the spot with no prompt don't judge it too much <3 Beams of the glistening sunrise filtered in through gaps in the den's foundation, casting down on the slumbering frame of Silke. Said sleeping form rose and fell gradually with every breath, tiny snores exiting her maw. All was peaceful around the gamma, birds chittering in the morning sun; the squeaks of pups playing in the distance.. The sweet smells of dawn filled the air, of morning dew on sharp blades of grass... . That was, until a singular ray of light shifted down; blazing right into her closed sights. A disgruntled groan could be heard from meters away as the dame's figure shook, joints aching the second her consciousness caught on with her arising body. One by one, her squinted eyes snapped open- followed by repetive blinks in an attempt to filter the sleep from her eyes. All was futile alas, the dame had gotten no more than two hours of rest. With another broody groan of old age, Silke would manage to rise to a seated position within her den, ears flattened in dismay. "Why is it so damn hard to get up?" She'd grunt, maw dropping into a wide yawn nearly instantaneously. After a few moments of deep contemplation on if it was even worth it- the dame would swiftly stand, knees wobbling for a second as her old joints threatened to give out. "Oh, shut it." Silke would muse, shaking out her dusty pelt before taking a few hesitant steps out into the open of camp.
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my next character here will be male i promise <3 |
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Is there a dispersal left? |
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all of them are left. all of them |
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Name: Timber
Age: 3 1/2
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Strait
Current Role: Dispersal
Role Aspiration: Dispersal
Pack: N/A
Appearance: (Description of at least 5 sentences required whether or not an image is provided.) Timber is a gorgeous light brown she-wolf with a pretty light gray belly. Her paws fade into darker gray as her tail tip does as well. Timber is tall, while lean at the same time, standing 2.7 ft tall. She possesses 2 striking dark gray eyes and a dark gray nose. Also, Timber has long sharp teeth and razor edged claws. Timber also boasts some extremely fluffy and attractive, silky fur, which seem to swish in the air as she walks.
Personality: (7 sentences minimum required.) Timber is a extremely brave and confident wolf. She is sometimes slightly worried about catching any disease, because if she happens to catch it, no one will be there for her, as she lives alone, and she has nobody to lean on. One of Timber's best traits is her strong protectiveness, Even though she has nothing to protect. If she ever finds another wolf she can rely on, you can be 100% sure that Timber will protect them with her life. Timber is strong and fierce wolf, who is not afraid of most things. She lives in another's pack's territory, forcing her to be sneaky. If she is caught, there is no doubt that she will be thrown out of the territory, or even worse, killed, or forced to join a pack she does not love. She does not know which one could be worse. She misses her deceased brother dearly, because Timber truly loved him with all her heart. Back story: (Optional, you can provide one if you like. It would just help give a perspective on your wolf.) After Timber's brother died, she has been having dreams that made her leave the pack. She has been living on her own ever since.
Relatives: (Optional, pm someone to ask to be related to their wolf.) Had a brother. Crush: ? (please)
RP example: (Two paragraph minimum requirement) From different RP - If Winter's Breath was born into any other pair's litter, she could have lead a normal life. That was what she though when she woke up next to Alpha Bobcat's Might. Her father. Groaning she crawled out of the den, wishing she had slept outside with the omegas. At lest then she would not have this stitch in her side. Omega Dawn's light was up, snuffling in the old rabbit from last night. As soon as she saw Winter, the rabbit moved so fast it almost flew to Winter's paws. "No, no. Eat it." Winter said "I can go hunt my own." "Are you sure, Beta Winter's breath?" Dawn stammered. "Yes." A beta's words can only be opposed by an Alpha. 'If only she was born into another pair.' Winter thought again. - A few minutes and miles later... Winter was running full out after a rabbit. She would have preferred something different, but food was food. Working for her food made Winter feel alive. The wide grass land that was boarded by the forest was an amazing hunting ground. For generations, Lynx's fury Pack was open aired and open skied wolves. They were named two names because of the two realms they believed in, the living and the hunting grounds in the sky. - The rabbit was deliciously fresh. Winter dislike the brisk air. It was like the weather could not make up its mind to be warm or cold. Even the geese hated it, having left about a month ago. At least with the cold weather, she is able to camouflage with her surroundings. Winter wishes she should go back home, but old squirrel will not feed a hungry wolf pack. - Her nose picked up on so many scents. There was elk sent, though she vowed never to hunt elk, in remembrance of her brother. Closer to the trees was a new sent. Crisp and sweet, like a pine forest. How could that be, the nearest pines were 7 miles north, a long the border. Winter decided to go investigate. - The pack border was a river, fast and wide. There was only one way across, a fallen tree. There was something, or someone, gleaming through the spray. - I always post about half way through to save my progress. Just in case I have to leave. I also can't post after 8:30 game time(9:30 my time). Other info: I am not a huge poster. It becomes less when my other RPs all post at the same time. |
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Lightbringer
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Favorite color: blue Because it's pretty |
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Darkseeker
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Brimstone
