The Pack of the Everflowing Mist - Sign Ups - REBOOT

NAME Telemachus Medusa Hellstrom
- Nickname(s): She goes strictly by Medusa, never by her real name.

AGE (in Moons): 6 and a half years

GENDER: Female
- Gender expression: Feminine

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
- Crush: nope
- Future Love Interest: it may or may not happen.

MATE: None
- Pups: None, but yearns for some.

RANK: Gamma

DESCRIPTION:
- Strengths: Medusa is well known for her gladiator tactics, making her a coordinated fighter, calculating and analyzing in the ring of a battle. She has proven her worth, has shown great aspects in the art of war and heavily arms herself with cunning and wistful reinforcements. What she lacks in speed she makes up for in brute strength.
- Weaknesses: Speed isn't really a weakness of hers, more so of a skill that she has yet to master the arts of. Her true weakness would have to be the love of her family, the love of her pack, and the ultimate fear of falling in love. Love is for the weak, Medusa suffers from her past, and with that comes her inability to love and fear of being left infinitely and utterly alone.
- Likes: Medusa likes a lot of things...
- Dislikes: She hates many thing...
- Other: Her brothers and sisters are hunting her down, aiming to kill her of the crimes she committed. But, she has proven to be a lowkey assassin in the night - staying away from outsides who may notice her, keeping her name sake under lock and key. The only one who knows of her real alias is the alpha.

PERSONALITY:
Observant - Cunning - Spirited - Determined

Wild and willful Medusa was a disobedient child of temper tantrums and wild adventures but over time life as cooled her red hot temperament to cool, sharp steel. Observant and sharp Medusa is a natural born wolf-watcher. She loves to sit back and take in the show, analyzing why others act the way they do. Her skills of observation blossom not only from physical cues and her mental analysis but from her empathy and intuition as well. While Medusa can come off as aloof or stern she is actually quite amiable and enjoys one-on-one conversations. Crowds on the other hand can be quickly overwhelming for her and is not something she cares to take part in overly often.

Spirited and freedom-loving, Medusa loves to travel. Wandering allows her to collect her thoughts and is essential for her mental health. Having the freedom to come and go as she pleases helps her stay in good spirits. A sensitive and sometimes moody wolf she needs her quiet time or she can go stir-crazy. Generally a kind and tolerant wolf Medusa is not fond of egotistical wolves. She knows how quickly fate can flip the tables and chooses to keep herself humble. This however doesn't mean she's not confident in herself and her abilities. Trained early in the arts and strategies of battle by her mother, a lead warrior in another pack, Medusa is cunning and shrewd and will not shy away from violence. She is a courageous and powerful wolf that is difficult to shock or scare away. She learned the harshness of the world at a young age and has a strong respect for the power of mother nature. This bitter streak cuts a hard vein through her and she is not above meeting others with her fangs and taking advantage of the weakness of others especially if it proves of great benefit to herself and her pack.

Determined and courageous Medusa is a stubborn wolf that is used to being knocked down by life but she isn't one to stay down for long. When she has a goal she goes for it and will keep pushing forward despite the odds. Sometimes this can be a problem as she has a tendency to bury problems rather than face them but in due time she will get herself sorted out and use her tenacity to meet life fangs to fangs once more.

HISTORY:
her history will be revealed throughout the rp
OTHER:
Great Googlly Mooglly
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
If you want one I can provide you with one, but anyone who knows little ol' miss Kyley knows I'm highly advanced in my work <3

@Kyley No offense to you or anything and I'm not a co-owner of this thread but I am a close friend. I'm sure you're a great writer but I'm pretty sure Eri would want a roleplay sample. You can just copy and paste one from one of the threads you've rp'd in.

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NAME: Chimera
- Nickname(s): Kimmy, Murrah, Era

AGE (in Moons): 39 Moons

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

SEXUALITY: Hetero
- Crush: Open
- Future Love Interest: Open

MATE: N/A
- Pups: None

RANK: Omega

DESCRIPTION:
- Strengths: Chimera is known for being fast, running the longest distances and still being able to continue. Her willpower is the main thing going for her, making her into a survival fighter that's suited to life-or-death situations that bring out her true potential. Her ability to ignore most non-fatal injuries during a battle can also pull her through tough battles. Due to her mostly reflex-induced attacks, she's great in one-on-multiple battles, as well as tracking. Very flexible in battle and known for relentless attacking despite disadvantage.
- Weaknesses: While her willpower is great, if pushed too far, fatigue will overtake her and she can be subjected to bed rest for days at a time. Her left eye is blind, so she's susceptible to attacks/ambush from her side, though she can easily pinpoint where you are on her left side if you're fighting her one-on-one. She also tends to abandon those she doesn't like in mid-battle, the reason why she was demoted. If she feels you are unwilling to work with her or unfit to lead/order her to do something, she will refuse and leave you to the elements. Not a good team trait. She also becomes a bit sluggish in humid or scorching weather.
- Likes: Rain, Snow, Meat, Silence
- Dislikes: Harsh wind, Prickly People, Heat, Humidity
- Other: Great Googlly Woogly, Blackwater, Mist

PERSONALITY (At least 3 sentences.):

Chimera is a distant, bitter wolf. She has the ability to completely ignore everyone's presence around her out of the fact she merely doesn't care if you are there. She is relatively quiet and prefers to just sit and watch, or avoid altogether. However, she is not shy nor under spoken. She lives without a ruler (metaphorically) and does what she wants, not caring what others think nor planning to regret it later. She lives without regrets, casting aside expectations and boundaries to do what she wants. She is actually very patient and a great friend if you get the privilege to be one, and is very sensitive to the emotions of others around her.

OTHER: Great Googlly Woogly, Blackwater, Mist

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

The forest was quiet, but the sound of her feet crunching the leaves beneath her feet was equivalent to that of thunder in the silence. Chimera trekked on, her ears flickering between the sounds of the babbling brook and the distant chirping of a Chikadee. The morning sun wasn't visible through the thick mist, even the trees before her were a blur. Morning dew wetted her paws as she continued on back to the pack's clearing. She'd gone out of the camp to get away for a bit, a lonely feeling echoing through her heart at the thought of the others. She wasn't enemies to anyone, but she wasn't close, either. A stranger in her own pack, she felt. But she kept silent and continued walking. It was her fault, anyways.

@TsarbucksCoffee thanks for the track!

I don't know if Eri's been on but I'll tell her to look at your form @Wolf the Chimera! ^^

Thanks! :)

NAME: Crea
- Nickname(s):
AGE (in Moons): 36 moons? (3 years)
GENDER: Female
- Gender expression (Masculine, Feminine, Androgynous, Other): Feminine
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. (Straight)
- Crush:
- Future Love Interest:
MATE: *deceased*
- Pups: 2-3 future pups.
RANK: Loner
DESCRIPTION: A medium sized female wolf. Her fur is a dark reddish color, and she has amber(orangish/yellowish) eyes. Her reddish fur mixes to have darker brown as well as light red/orange mixed in. She has scars on her legs and one on her right upper thigh. Her belly is slightly swollen from pregnancy.
- Strengths: Stamina and willpower. She can fight for long periods of time, usually tiring out her opponents before finishing them off. A fairly experienced hunter/fighter due to a long life as a loner.
- Weaknesses: She is not particularly strong or fast. Rather, she avoids her opponent or uses dirty tricks to outsmart them until she notices them weakening.
- Likes: Alone time, late evening/early morning. When it is just barely light enough out to see.
- Dislikes: Packs, overbearing wolves/alphas, The Great Alpha.
- Other: Pregnant with pups from deceased mate.
PERSONALITY (At least 3 sentences.): Sassy, very challenging. She hates authority figures and avoids packs due to a dislike of the overall "pack mindset". She views packs as 'weak', another way for the weak to hide behind the strong, whining and sniveling. Refuses to back down even when she clearly has the disadvantage.
HISTORY (At least 3 sentences.):
Like most wolves, she was born into a pack. She grew up as the daughter of the omega and a rouge, the worst position possible in her pack. She watched her mother, and obviously strong wolf, whimper and grovel to wolves weaker than she. Even to pups. Somehow, Crea managed to get a rank even lower than omega. Omegas participated in pack life. Crea was made a ghost, essentially. No wolf was to acknowledge her presence. If they were caught feeding her, or even giving her more than a passing glance, they were punished. Her mother was only allowed to nurse her, that was it. No love, no grooming, nothing. She lived like this for about a year, accepting her in-existence.

Yes, surely she was real, yet she never really knew. And, as all tragic stories go, hers was only to become more tragic. Her one true freedom was in that she could do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted. So she did this, sometimes desperately teasing and poking at other wolves, attempting to provoke them. She even went so far as to challenge their Beta. This, surely would not be ignored. And, it was not. He punished her in the worst way he could think of. He made the whole pack watch, even his mate, as he tore her legs to shreds. Then, he force-mated her. "You do not exist.Therefore, this is no crime of me. I can do whatever I want to you. Leave this place, you worthless mutt.". She limped as far away from her "home" as she could.

In the spring, she birthed three pups. Desperately she attempted to live and raise these pups. Alas, the harsh summer took them. So she mourned, and lived. She found a new mate, again in spring. For once she was happy, but again, the summer took him. It made no sense, so much prey was abundant. Yet so were predators, and wolves...

Now she wanders, pregnant, and lost. For the second time in her life, she becomes a ghost.
OTHER: Great googly moogly, mist, blackwater
[b]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Eyes glazed from hunger, limping and lost. She wandered. Aimless, no destination in sight. Crea was overtaken by pain suddenly, not the dull, ache of hunger. No, this was utterly different, new. It was not the fresh stinging of a wound inflicted upon flesh. It was the pain of her body expelling something that did not belong, she thought dully. With that, she collapsed. Her body was incapable of movement at this time, but her mind was not incapable of though. "Is this it, then? Have you finally come for me, Great Alpha? Oh Alpha, end my suffering. Send a fox, or a coyote, some vultures, even. Take from my useless flesh and create anew. Make my life have some value.

She didn't remember falling asleep. The stench of blood filled her nostrils. Intoxicating, until she realized it was her own. Her head cleared slowly, and she heard whines and felt movement near her legs. Peering down she noticed three small forms wriggling and whining softly. "Where did these pups come from...? Oh. Me?" she wondered. Her mind made no connection to them and her previously swollen stomach. Crea's young, fragile mind would not accept the horrid truth of it all. It distanced those unspeakable events, built a wall around them. With curious gentility, she moved the pups to nurse. It was natural, her mothering instincts alone. Yet, she could not fully accept these were hers.

Summer swung around, as it always did. Her pups were good, for loner pups. They acted just like normal pups, wandered like pups sometimes did. Alas, they wandered too far. It seemed the Great Alpha heard her prayers, a little too late. Coyotes came, and slaughtered the pups whilst she was hunting. When she returned, they were still feasting on her pups' limp bodies.

Such was life, she supposed. Life, death, detachment from both. That was her life.

((OOC: How was that? It's been awhile since I've Rp'd))

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@MadameRed I'll see if I can get in contact with Eritasum and see if she can look over your form as she is the owner of this thread.

@FadedDreams any luck?