Post by Arche on Jan 3, 2010 12:46:32 GMT -5
(Here's my form again, with the edited history)
ARCHE
(pronounced 'Ar-keh' or 'Ark')
nicknames: Arke (No funny pronunciation on that one...)
gender: Fae
age: About five years
species: Wolf
breed: Mostly Grey Wolf, with some Mexican ancestry.
pack: Retronym
rank: (Auditioning for Queen)
personality: Very detached; solitary. Likes to be in charge, but hates being in the spotlight. Usually has very clear judgment, but is often prone to dark moods. Prefers the Retronym pack to any other because she doesn't have to set up pretenses of caring for others or being the good guy - so long as she has the growls to get her some privacy, she can be content. Or, at least, calm.
features: Grey throughout, with tufts of tan and brown and dustings of darker and lighter greys that give her fur richer, deeper tones than a plain grey. She's not an incredibly large wolf, but she is on the bigger side. Her ears, tail, and paws are slightly over-sized, but the effect is softly charming rather than strange or alienating. Her eyes are a dark, heavy amber with a slightly silvery sheen at times.
history: Born a Nepenthes wolf, she was always the quiet type, the one with the haunted look in her eyes. She loathed company and hunting as a pack; hated putting her self in with the whole. She resented the alphas, on almost every decision they made. She began to nurse a hatred in her heart for the wolves that were her family, her own blood.
She was near a year and a half when she met Braize, a Retronym wolf with fiery ideals and golden eyes. He showed her what could be a reality - independence from other wolves without abadoning the security of a pack. He talked of how, in the right hands, a pack like Retronym could be the most powerful pack ever. She got caught up in his words, admired him for his passion to make what could be happen. But what she really fell in love with was the idea of being on top - unquestioned, completely in control. She wanted it, she wanted it badly. Because then she wouldn't have to answer to anyone; she could do whatever she wanted, and no one could stop her. She and the Retronym wolf made big plans, plans of domination and control. She would be the Queen and he the King, and while he would soak in his power like a plant its sun she would find the freedom and the control she had always wanted. When she was two years old, she left the Nepenthes wolves and followed Braize. She worked her way in to Retronym, slowly gaining respect as a wolf that knew what she was getting in to. She didn't mind the 'right or wrong' debate, the evil in the hearts of so many of the wolves. She found solace.
A moon after she had become Retronym, Braize was killed. It was after a long hunt for an old buck who was stronger than he looked, and Braize had gotten to close, gotten hit too many times. He blamed it on the King, thirsty and impatient for the power he seeked, and challenged him then. Arche watched as the strong brute of a leader felled Braize in seconds, leaning over him and ripping out his throat.
But the King was old. He died, too, shortly after that, leaving way for a new leader. Arche felt like a wandering soul, as if she had once been anchored to a thing and now it had left her stranded in a foreign place. But she held to her dreams, and a bit of Braize's, as the years passed. Being Retronym was freeing; it was more than she had had in Nepenthes, but she still hated the throught of being under another wolf's command. She wanted that highest rank, wanted the no-questions-asked, undeniable power that it meant. She wanted, desperately, to be Queen.
sample RP: (This was tricky finding! I haven't role played wolves in a group setting for a while. Don't worry though - my writings gotten better and longer since this.)
Xavi sighed and turned to Metro. "You're just one big killjoy, aren't you? Don't you think it's wrong for mister Big Hunter to be defensive of you, and not to a smaller wolf? I bet he was never a loner. You should know, you were one. Size isn't everything. And you'd better be careful what you say, Big Boy, 'Cuz I will not be nice if you become a problem."
Smiling, she took another bite of deer, which was just starting to get cold. "It's probably a good thing you're joining a pack. One like this, I mean. Morals are so high you could drown in them. Accept, of course, on a few points." Her gaze flicked to the Alphas and the Hunter. "Go, be happy in your little forest paradise. Nothing will ever go wrong, will it? No one will ever get mad, no one will ever just want to kill you." Her eyes burned with a hot blue fire, and a dark grin played on her face. "Innocence is sweet, but you can only have it for so long, Brute. I'm being real. You're being an idealist. I hate idealists." She sighed and took another bite. Why were these wolves so perfect? It was like, a disease or something.
characters: This is my first~
name: Arche / Moonwolf
(pronounced 'Ar-keh' or 'Ark')
nicknames: Arke (No funny pronunciation on that one...)
gender: Fae
age: About five years
species: Wolf
breed: Mostly Grey Wolf, with some Mexican ancestry.
pack: Retronym
rank: (Auditioning for Queen)
personality: Very detached; solitary. Likes to be in charge, but hates being in the spotlight. Usually has very clear judgment, but is often prone to dark moods. Prefers the Retronym pack to any other because she doesn't have to set up pretenses of caring for others or being the good guy - so long as she has the growls to get her some privacy, she can be content. Or, at least, calm.
features: Grey throughout, with tufts of tan and brown and dustings of darker and lighter greys that give her fur richer, deeper tones than a plain grey. She's not an incredibly large wolf, but she is on the bigger side. Her ears, tail, and paws are slightly over-sized, but the effect is softly charming rather than strange or alienating. Her eyes are a dark, heavy amber with a slightly silvery sheen at times.
history: Born a Nepenthes wolf, she was always the quiet type, the one with the haunted look in her eyes. She loathed company and hunting as a pack; hated putting her self in with the whole. She resented the alphas, on almost every decision they made. She began to nurse a hatred in her heart for the wolves that were her family, her own blood.
She was near a year and a half when she met Braize, a Retronym wolf with fiery ideals and golden eyes. He showed her what could be a reality - independence from other wolves without abadoning the security of a pack. He talked of how, in the right hands, a pack like Retronym could be the most powerful pack ever. She got caught up in his words, admired him for his passion to make what could be happen. But what she really fell in love with was the idea of being on top - unquestioned, completely in control. She wanted it, she wanted it badly. Because then she wouldn't have to answer to anyone; she could do whatever she wanted, and no one could stop her. She and the Retronym wolf made big plans, plans of domination and control. She would be the Queen and he the King, and while he would soak in his power like a plant its sun she would find the freedom and the control she had always wanted. When she was two years old, she left the Nepenthes wolves and followed Braize. She worked her way in to Retronym, slowly gaining respect as a wolf that knew what she was getting in to. She didn't mind the 'right or wrong' debate, the evil in the hearts of so many of the wolves. She found solace.
A moon after she had become Retronym, Braize was killed. It was after a long hunt for an old buck who was stronger than he looked, and Braize had gotten to close, gotten hit too many times. He blamed it on the King, thirsty and impatient for the power he seeked, and challenged him then. Arche watched as the strong brute of a leader felled Braize in seconds, leaning over him and ripping out his throat.
But the King was old. He died, too, shortly after that, leaving way for a new leader. Arche felt like a wandering soul, as if she had once been anchored to a thing and now it had left her stranded in a foreign place. But she held to her dreams, and a bit of Braize's, as the years passed. Being Retronym was freeing; it was more than she had had in Nepenthes, but she still hated the throught of being under another wolf's command. She wanted that highest rank, wanted the no-questions-asked, undeniable power that it meant. She wanted, desperately, to be Queen.
sample RP: (This was tricky finding! I haven't role played wolves in a group setting for a while. Don't worry though - my writings gotten better and longer since this.)
Xavi sighed and turned to Metro. "You're just one big killjoy, aren't you? Don't you think it's wrong for mister Big Hunter to be defensive of you, and not to a smaller wolf? I bet he was never a loner. You should know, you were one. Size isn't everything. And you'd better be careful what you say, Big Boy, 'Cuz I will not be nice if you become a problem."
Smiling, she took another bite of deer, which was just starting to get cold. "It's probably a good thing you're joining a pack. One like this, I mean. Morals are so high you could drown in them. Accept, of course, on a few points." Her gaze flicked to the Alphas and the Hunter. "Go, be happy in your little forest paradise. Nothing will ever go wrong, will it? No one will ever get mad, no one will ever just want to kill you." Her eyes burned with a hot blue fire, and a dark grin played on her face. "Innocence is sweet, but you can only have it for so long, Brute. I'm being real. You're being an idealist. I hate idealists." She sighed and took another bite. Why were these wolves so perfect? It was like, a disease or something.
characters: This is my first~
name: Arche / Moonwolf