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Also, Lotus is open for plotting~ She's a flower child who just wants to protect everyone ; 3;

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[center][fancypost=height: auto; width: 400px; font-family: Arial; text-align: justify;][color=white]Haha, cute. I'm loving everyone's characters, though. I feel like I should have put more into my form ; -; There's always room to add during the roleplay, though, which is a lot of the reason I like to stay vague.

And also, depending on how much I enjoy playing Lo, I might make her an official character of mine and make a sub account. Heh.

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making bios now this looks intriguing

NAME: Windchill
- Nickname(s):

AGE (in Moons): 37 months / moons

GENDER:
- Gender expression (Masculine, Feminine, Androgynous, Other): Androgynous

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
- Crush: none, MUST be developed through RP
- Future Love Interest: NA

MATE: none
- Pups: none as of yet

RANK: Gamma / Beta, whatever is best for you in your opinion I don't know how you are deciding this and I won't be upset if I don't get Beta.

DESCRIPTION: An athletically built she-wolf whose lean muscles lie beneath skin dressed in a predominantly off white coat of fur. While definitely a female her shoulders are broad in the aspect of a male and she is slightly larger than the average she-wolf. Her neck is heavily muscled; a deeply descending rib cage and her sloped back reflect her species traits (gray / timber wolves). Further akin to her species are her long legs and her almost equally as long semi-bushy tail. Her forehead is none too broad nor distinctively narrow where as in comparison her snout is slightly narrow in likeness of a female. Smallish triangular ears are placed fittingly on her head and their tips rounded. Her size may even fool the untaught wolf that she is larger than she is actually is with her fur being accustomed to that of the North, thus longer and wilder during the winter months. The colors of her pelt, again mostly an off white hue, are accented darker becoming a silvery-tan shade of cream and her tail tip is dark to the level of being a storm cloud grey. Her temples and ears are this combination of tan and gray hairs, and the edges of her maw that meet the dark linings of her jaw are gray. Her pads as well as her blunt nose are dark and perhaps even perceived as black. Stormchill's rounded almond eyes are a deep gray, often compared to that of a brewing storm and present any stranger a foreboding expression.

- Strengths: fair in hunting but combat is her most notable talent. Her best attribute is using her momentum to knock off opponents and remaining unpredictable. She is intelligent and likes to use her surroundings and logic to counter attack or start fights.
- Weaknesses: swimming; she prefers hopping among rocks or finding a shallower part. Speed is not key for her as much as stamina is. While she also uses momentum, another wolf with any level of momentum is likely to knock her of her paws as well. She also has difficulty getting a wolf of her once a wolf is on her back. She is not always a team player.
- Likes: late evenings and early mornings, butterflies, snowy and stormy scapes, intelligent & realistic wolves, practice, action.
- Dislikes: rainless humid days, pine needles or thickets stuck in her fur, skunks and porcupines, laziness, unrealistic or childish behavior
- Other:

PERSONALITY (At least 3 sentences.):
Stormchill prefers an organized and timely manner of things. While she knows not every wolf can be like this, it still agitates her and she is unafraid to express this when it comes to peers of equal standing. However, she is quite respectful and acute to those of higher authority; not because she is a but sniffer but because she feels those, especially one who is seen as a savior like Whitecaster should be respected. In her mind she perceives those with greater responsibilities and accomplishments should be listened to since they are tasked with commanding the pack for the better and follow through with that commitment. In the event something seems off, she is not opposed to inquire on such accounts. While again she is aware she isn't the boss of anyone she can indeed become bossy and fiery if she feels a wolf is not doing their job well enough and especially become vexed when laziness is apparent. It does not help that she has a naturally distant persona as if her pelt was adorned with frost, emitting a cold aura so others are driven away form her. This she-wolf is a difficult character and is not easily appeased and quick to snap on honest mistakes that may seem ridiculous to her. Largely due to Blackwater's previous reign, she has been known to spar males at the drop of a rabbit just to demonstrate her ability as a female. While not all spars end in a win she feels a genuine thrill that she secretly enjoys the act of being able to put up a fight alone fancies her. Her overbearing behavior is very often perceived as tyrannical or nannying or a stick in the mud, however deep in the ice laden crevices of her heart she is just concerned about the character of other wolves. Stormchill wants the pack to be full of hard working, ambitious, and realistic minded wolves. She is very confident, and loves to allude others in feigning overconfidence in fights or hunts to trap or trick them into her favor whatever the playing field. Among males she is quite offstandish and is not normally wearing a friendly countenance for them to approach her. She is quicker to anger despite her initially placid and focused demeanor, or as they say "the calm before the storm". Another thing you may find about his she-wolf is that she is very unforgiving when it comes to betrayal. Her heart can be opened up to a small circle of friends, but that will take time fore her storm clouds do not recede swiftly.

HISTORY (At least 3 sentences.):
Stormchill was among many of the wolves that had been more or less enslaved by Blackwater's reign, and not surprisingly was born to Blackwater and a female wolf he later died before the rebellion that transpired to the fairer reign of Whitecaster. Growing up she was easily belittled by the other males whom the corrupted Alpha spared, and compared to other females her coat and physical attributes were not quite so beautiful, to which also seemed to give flame to the fires of tease that seemed to frequently burn from the mouths of wolves who could not find anything else to satisfy themselves. Despite this however, she was not free from attempts to be mated with from other still living males in secret off aways from Blackwater's ears. While such attempts had been sometimes successful, her ferocious spirit did not let them leave without their own wear of scars and wounds. She has yet to have her own litter of pups. Becoming more powerful and the dawning of the revolution of Whitecaster, her chilling fire blazed violently as she helped with the fight and much more easily scared off her previous assailants if not killed one or two. No she is a proud and ice-spirited wolf witch a nack for laying down punsihment should she deem fit, or should her higher-ups not restrain her.

OTHER: mist, black water, great mooglie googlie (I may have spelled it wrong)

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE (Not optional, unless you are brand new to the site.):

chat cafe wrote:

Leopardance was in slumber as rays from the morning sun shined through the small crevices and open spaces of the camp's construction. Even so it was still quite dark and dreary in the warrior's den, and it could of been chilly if it were not the several bodies of sleeping warriors close to each other in their moss nests. Leoparddance was coming to a close with her dreamless sleep, the airy and spiritual connections to such things were somewhat limited to her mind and she was quite the rock when her wired muscle finally settled down for a solid night's nap. Unencumbered by the traces and reins of sleep most felt when they began to first wake, the eyes filled with pale and milky green irises snapped open and blinked lightning fast several times before the remained open in near perfect awareness. Even without a meal she was ready to start her day; heaving her slender and athletic boddess of rosette dappled fur, golden as the setting sun's dying light, her muscle and nerve teemed to life as if they were a well oiled machine and the switch turned on. The springy she-cat did a downward-dog to stretch herself some more and moved her neck around until it cracked in effort to remove any lingering knots of stress. Stress for this feline however, was often spent outwards in activities such as her favorite pass time: sparring. And there was hunting too. But a well knowing smile seemed to confirm her notion that today was going to be a rather intriguing day, she didn't know how or why she thought it, but she has always been one to trust her instincts in such cases. It was often like when romanticist cats tried to coin her that love at first sight was real and they believed it. She never had, but she did believe this wonderful feeling she had swelling inside her chest. It was like honey, but none too sweet, and it had the warmth of the gentle sun. So much had happened in the last moon, and yet that time felt rather far away to her, a small voice reminding her that not every cat would be feeling this same sense of greatness she bared. Some would still be stuck in the past after the dreaded attack, and the amount of mistrust that seemed to linger as if it were a thick fog that wouldn't dissipate even when the sun was noon-high. Yes those were some rather grim subjects that had not yet left Oak Clan just yet, rather it instead weighed the whole of it down with uncertainty and dressed it in an ominous shadow. Unfortunately for Leoparddance, she was not one that could dwell in a sad state very long, it just did not fit her temperament or character. After having slayed the malevolent culprits of a situation like the Sins, Leoparddance had been more or less fine. No, she did not appreciate or was fin with dead comrades, but it was the realistic and adult question of, what is sadness and anger going to help you with now. Her answer always seemed to be, nothing. Time and time again she had to be told that some cats had to go through their sadness and despair, and sometimes they weren't even the same after trauma, she understood others were different from her in this aspect and she'd let them be. But if the whole of the great Oak Clan was going to become a pity party, by good they'd have her voice spitting fire in their ears if they did not shape up in her perceived due date to get less grim. Thankfully, not everyone was in a horrible state anymore, it just lingered, like a silent ghost. And now a sudden desire to share tongues with her clan mates sizzled in her mouth and hummed in her veins as she padded briskly from her shared chamber.

"Good morning everyone!"

done with the first, I just realized you had 2 betas mb, or I don't know how you decide it xD. I am very intrigued,

Yo FadedDreams I may have someone who may become interested in Sky

Also, I have had the name Whitethorn stuck in my head, but I figure it may become a problem since the Alpha is Whitecaster; would it bother you if I named my male Whitethorn?

Never mind that name is not going to work anymore xD

NAME: Crypticeye
- Nickname(s): Cryptic

AGE (in Moons): 25 months / moons

GENDER:
- Gender expression (Masculine, Feminine, Androgynous, Other): Masculine

SEXUALITY: Homosexual
- Crush: MUST BE DEVELOPED THROUGH THE ROLEPLAY
- Future Love Interest: will crush on Sky, but not be returned the afection upon confession

MATE: None
- Pups: None

RANK: Gamma

DESCRIPTION:
Cryptic fits the quota of teh average male wolf, with his build consisting of a broad head, shoulders, and large thick neck. Legs long with massive paws and his tail also length and crooked. His blunt maw is dressed with a near-white tint enveloping his chin and cheeks. His coat consisting mostly with shades of browns and accented with darker patches. His cooked tail is such being bent midway to where the end is twisted to the right rather then remaining straight as it would normally. Another oddity of his tail is that it is entirely white except for the tip which is the same dark color as the accent patches of fur that run rampant along the rest of his body. His underbelly and legs are generally lighter that the base brown hue. His ears short, rounded triangles on his large head. His natural expression placid, which can be either soothing or unnerving to some, and the amber of his eyes mimic the sun last rays of it's dying light.

- Strengths: Hunting is his primary specialty, stealth even more so, strong sense of direction and intuition, clever
- Weaknesses: His trust can be abused, he does not opt to fight or demonstrate aggression, hard to read sometimes due to his expressions not matching his feelings, does not 100% believe in the Great Alpha and this causes him to become an Outsider at times, can be too lenient, lacks fighting ability compared to the average wolf due to avoiding it
- Likes: The sun & warmth, swimming (warm days only), hunting
- Dislikes: The cold, centipedes, fighting
- Other:

PERSONALITY (At least 3 sentences.):
Fairly young, this brute is rather optimistic while not succumbed to the ideals of a dreamer. While not all of his goals are met even with his determination and will, his hereditary trait of being easy-going removes any severe disappointments nor does it allow his failures to prevent him from trying again. Adapting and learning new things feed Cryptic's curiosities, granting hims permission to explore may be best if you find it pestering to be questioned about duties, history, or other perhaps minuscule things. He lacks the strong committed spirit to the 'tales' of the Great Alpha as he was raised in a pack that did not mention the deity. And while he is cautious and skeptical, he is again curious and is likely to question the subject, tentatively, to those who would not fuss over it too much. Cryptic likes to encourage his peers and wish other wolves well even if not met with the friendliest faces or replies, he is warm-hearted and compassionate but even this can be tested when he feels angered which is quite hard for any wolf to conjure inside Cryptic. Anger is about the last emotion you could find this male expressing. Cryptic has a strong sense in honesty and loyalty, to be distrustful makes it rather hard for any wolf to continue as one's friends, but it is especially beyond Cryptic if he cannot even decipher why some wolf is dishonest or distrustful. Cryptic is generally a pacifist and likes to play the devil's advocate. He abstains from fighting until it is absolutely necessary or is not given a choice, and he is of course the same with the acts of killing and maiming. He is generally exceptionally playful when around pups or trainees. His words when he speaks are warm and soothing, much like honey on the tongue; yet they can also be wary and ominous.

HISTORY (At least 3 sentences.):
Cryptic was not present for the Blackwater rebellion but did endure a rebellion with his previous pack and was rather young at the time. His parents had split, letting their conflicting ideals diminish their relationship to dust and ash. He never learned very much after that, nor did he discover the result from the rebellion for he had ran off to the wild in fear and confusion. While he was scared of the unknown his instincts and powerful optimism kept his view of the world beautiful, and from mistakes both small and large he gathered the realistic sense of life. Eventually he came across the Pack of Misty Paths after a skirmish with 3 lone wolves, wounded and becoming less lucky with his rogue role, he felt it was better to become a part of a pack. After spying on the strange pack as best he could through their cloak of fog he approached cautiously and had been accepted into the pack as an Omega. He quickly worked his way up to Gamma once his wounds healed and he gained the proper weight. He now completes his duties to the best of his abilities with a c

OTHER: please see Stormchill

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE (Not optional, unless you are brand new to the site.): Please see Stormchill