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  • They Say We Are What We Are || open || sign up thread|| But We Don't Have to Be

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    Name: Neya Carvell ; Neya
    Age: 3 human , 17 dog
    Looks: Pure black GSD
    Rank: Loner as of now.
    Personality:At first glace, the fae appears rude
    and selfish. And that she is. As a pup, Neya was
    taught now to feel pain, mentally and physically.
    She hated her parents for teaching her that. Because
    sometimes, pain has to be felt. She is very outgoing
    and always situated with a large group of pack mates.
    Once you dig a little deeper, you will find that
    Neya has a kind heart. But you'll need to do a lot
    of digging
    Crush\Mate: N.A
    Pups: N/A
    Other: Neya WAS a housepet.

  • This is Our Home || Semi-Advanced || High Ranks Open


    Name:
    Deisa


    Gender:
    Female | Fae


    Age:
    3


    Alignment: Pack or Loner?
    Pack


    Rank: blank if Loner
    Fighter


    Personality: at least 4 sentences
    This small fae would much rather be out fighting. She's a true competitor at heart, and like many fighters, goes into a rage when she can't maintain her spot as a fighter. She does, however, have insecurity issues, but is quite the outgoing fae a majority of the time. This insecurity makes her have a certain hostility towards most others, giving her an almost evil outwards appearance. She is often mean and spiteful to these strangers, insulting them and doing whatever she can to get them away. It isn't that she truly is evil, it's that she doesn't like people in general. The only good person to her is one that she's fighting, and even then she doesn't exactly like them. Romance and emotion aren't big things she enjoys, but being highly stubborn and cocky, if she spots a soul she wishes to claim as his own, she will. When she has her eyes on any target you can forget about her giving up. Although evil as far as outward appearances go, she is over all a sweet, loving fae inside, and if you befriend her, you'll have a friend for life.



    Family:
    Unknown at the moment.


    Crush:
    Has a thing for the alpha.
    But who wouldn't?


    Roleplay Example:
    The fae flipped her body around as she watched the borders of the pack. Her pointed red ears flattened against her skull as a branch snapped in front of her. Lynxes. The thought immediately popped into her head. They'd been a problem lately, so frankly, Deisa was sick of putting up with them. They'd stolen food and hunting grounds and their grounds were getting somewhat smaller. "Well... look at this PUPPY" The lynx's voice crackled around her. A snarl erupted from the fae's throat as she jumped the small creek and confronted the lynx. Deisa was immediately met with the salivating jaws of the lowly lynx. Deisa's orange eyes pierced the grey ones of the lynx's. Using her powerful jaws, she pushed the lynx out of the way as she scaled up a tree. "Who you calling puppy? Kitty?" A smile crossed the jaws of the fae as she jumped onto the lynx's back.
    GAME ON.


    Other:


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    Sleep wasn't an option. The red coloured fae hadn't slept for what felt like weeks now. She for one, was starving, but instead gave her part of the small amount of food to the pups or older wolves. Despite being a fighter, everyone had to pull their weight, hunter or not. Trotting carefully through the thick snow, her red fur seemed to jump out of the white snow. Her orange orbs watched as a large owl climbed it's way up to it's nest. That would feed a few of us. For now anyway. The thought of killing it for food seemed like a great idea. Listening carefully for the sound of any other life in this particular area the fae pinned her ears back as she was met with nothing. Nil. No sound at all. Snarling softly to herself, Deisa noticed a pair of rival wolves, obviously starving themselves. "No." She whispered to herself as she scaled her was up a tree opposite the one that the bird was situated in.


    Once she had reached slightly above the bird, she put her plan to action. As a pup, Deisa had loved climbing, particularly trees. So she was particularly skilled in climbing. The other wolves barley knew what was happening when she jumped. Catching the bird's open wing in her jaws, she and the bird came plummeting into the ground. The snow was a nice landing, better than landing on rocks. A snarl crossed the jaws of the fae as she grabbed the throat of the bird and ran for home. A pain came across her left back leg only to realise that a branch had obviously sliced it. Ignoring the pain, she trotted into camp and placed the bird into the food storage. A whole night. One bird. A whole waste of time.

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    Name:
    Caster


    Gender:
    Male | Brute


    Age:
    3 years


    Alignment:
    Pack


    Rank:
    Hunter


    Personality:
    Like his kind brother, Caster also has a warm heart. He loves the opportunity to mingle with others and seems to get along with everybody well. He loves the job that he does in the pack, to Cas he's helping sustain life as it is. For all that know it, there will always be fights in a pack, so fir him, other than being a hunter- Cas attempts to keep the peace.


    Family:
    Perhaps Cas could be Riley's brother?


    Crush:
    Lithium has caught his eye


    Roleplay Example:
    The black faced brute smiled slightly as the sight before him. The pack was at peace. Sighing contently he stood up. For now, his job was done. His orange orbs watched as a small flock of blue-jays flew overhead. One day. I shall soar with the birds. Call him a dreamer if you will, dreaming was his escape from reality. His dark brown tail swayed in the pattern that he walked, almost as if it was helping him balance. Life was peaceful. But with the winter nearly on top of their heads he worried deeply. Humans would arrive. Animals would leave. But the pack. The pack stayed. As much as he wished his brother would see sense and migrate, there was no disobeying the alpha. Would his brothers decision be a burden.. or a hidden gift?


    Other:
    Decided to make a brute.


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    In this world. Very few things can get to Cas. His family is dead. His pack slaughtered. Nothing gets to him. His life had been lived in a hard way. His family died when he was young, so he barley survived in the cold Alaskan climate. Once he was able to fend and hunt for himself, the mental scars of being abandoned cut deep into him. Cas meets wolves rarely, he's had his fair share of running into hostile packs. It wasn't pleasant.


    Trotting through the deep snow, Cas had been watching a house-pet pull her owner around. The brown brute cared not for what had happened. Served the darn man right. Using a dog to do his handy work. Unable to see the white fae pop her head above the snow, he began to track her down. She was defiantly here. He could feel it. Using his sense of smell, he found the fae. Laying in a sleep doomed for death. "Dang females. Getting into trouble." The brown brute muttered to himself as he began to drag the white coloured fae into the woods and out of the cold.



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  • Forsaken Cove | CLOSED | Wolf Hybrid RPG | Signup Thread


    Name:
    Dayvian ; Day


    Your Username:
    σяαηgє


    Age:
    15 months old


    Gender:
    Male


    Brief Description:
    A tall male German Shepherd Wolf hybrid. He's much older than the other dog hybrids on the island. A thick black collar is secure around his neck that match his keep black eyes. His appearance is quite frightening to the naked eye.


    Personality:
    The brute is a nasty thing upon first glance. Day is much older than most of the dogs on the island and uses that to his advantage. A cocky thing he is on his protective crust. Underneath, he is a curious hybrid. Wanting to know everything, all at once. If you can look past the black eyes and outer shell, you will see a playful, free spirit that just need a bit of TLC to be unleashed. Dayvian will push people away only to protect them. Despite what he says and does, it's just to protect people from him.


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    [align=center][font=courier]D E I S A
    The red coloured fae wasn't at all very much a people person. "I'm not strange or weird." She smiled slightly. "I prefer the term skilled." This grey wolf looked somewhat familiar to Deisa. She began to speak again only to hear, "Deisa, Wyldfir!" The fae's ears pricked at the voice of Riley. "Would you mind coming with me on a hunting patrol? We may be able to find an elk, I've been seeing it's tracks recently." Considering a bit to eat might be nice for a change, rather than going to sleep hungry. She looked back to the other grey wolf and snarled. "Scat." The red wolf climbed up to Riley. "Beats stariving." She said bluntly. Diesa's ears flicked back she turned her head around only to see a practically non-existent white coloured wolf trotting through the snow. It wasn't uncommon for wolves to past the pack grounds perhaps looking for a place in the pack. She glanced back at Riley. "Are we gonna go? Or stand here and look pretty."
    Deisa was naturally rude. It wasn't an opinion.
    It was fact.


    C A S T E R
    The black-faced male was considered more than strange. With his happy-go lucky personality it made him an almost awkward conversationalist. He was hunting. Something he didn't particularly like to do but, it was defiantly needed. Entering the pack grounds, he watched as Deisa and Riley set off in a hunting trip. Never mind then. The brute thought to himself.

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    RANGER
    | Sly | Observative | Quiet |
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    Name:
    "Ranger mate. Ray to my budds."


    Gender:
    "I'm pretty sure I'm a brute."


    Age:
    "3 years. Where has the time gone?"

    Appearance:
    A tall brute with thick long black
    fur. His tail is slightly longer than
    normal wolves, but it doesn't really
    matter. He has golden eyes that
    rarely miss a twitch.


    Rank:
    "Warrior. Protectin' the pack."


    Personality:
    He's a laid back kinda guy. Ray
    isn't the one to start fights, but
    he is the one to step in and finish
    them. He's quiet at first glance
    and extremely observative. Ray
    is also very sly, often spying on
    other packs, making him a great
    tracker.


    History:
    Born into the pack, his mother
    died during birth. His father, he
    never truly knew and instead he
    was raised by a great tracker, who
    was a well-respected elder. He's
    learnt a few tricks that most wolves
    don't know how to do, for example;
    climbing trees.

    Crush/Mate:
    "Pfffttt. No."


    Family:
    "None that I know of."


    Pups:
    "WHAT?!?"


    Other:
    Excited for this. <3

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    Name:
    Deisa


    Species:
    Grey Wolf


    Gender:
    Fae | Female


    Age:
    3 years


    Personality:
    This small fae would much rather be out fighting. She's a true competitor at heart, and like many fighters, goes into a rage when she can't maintain her spot as a fighter. She does, however, have insecurity issues, but is quite the outgoing fae a majority of the time. This insecurity makes her have a certain hostility towards most others, giving her an almost evil outwards appearance. She is often mean and spiteful to these strangers, insulting them and doing whatever she can to get them away. It isn't that she truly is evil, it's that she doesn't like people in general. The only good person to her is one that she's fighting, and even then she doesn't exactly like them. Romance and emotion aren't big things she enjoys, but being highly stubborn and cocky, if she spots a soul she wishes to claim as his own, she will. When she has her eyes on any target you can forget about her giving up. Although evil as far as outward appearances go, she is over all a sweet, loving fae inside, and if you befriend her, you'll have a friend for life.



    Mate/Crush/Offspring:
    None/ None/ None



    Other:
    N/A
    Muse: Pretty high. Music helps.
    How Often On This Site: Daily
    Will You Ask Friends To Join This? If so, thankyou!: For sure, it sounds like a great roleplay!

  • Forsaken Cove | Open | Wolf Hybrid RPG | Roleplaying Thread

    D A Y V I A N
    Day groaned to the sound of two animals talking. Fluttering his large, black eyes open he came to realise he was lying in sand. Peering down at his silver and black body, Day noticed he was much bigger than some of the other washed up pups. "Who are you?! Who are they?! Where are we?!" The female voice perked up out of the blue and Day immediately stood up, only to see the light golden dog slamming a small pup into the sand. "I.. I don't know! Please don't kill me! I really don't know!" Hearing the cried. Day immediately snarled. Being much larger than the golden dog. He was willing to take the chance. "Would you like to pick on someone your own size?" The silver brute didn't know the extent to his brawn so was prepared for a fight. He picked the small pup out of the sand and turned back to the aggressive female.

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    - THIS WORLD IS A MONSTER -
    "Or world. Must be forever hidden. Bad things will
    and shall happen in someone finds out why we are
    here and what we do. We hide in the modern world.
    If you are accepted into this academy, this means
    you have the ability to speak to dragons. That,
    that is why we need you. Will you accept this
    invitation? "


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    - WELCOME TO THE ACADEMY OF ILLIACADA-
    "You have been accepted into the academy. You
    do not have a dragon, you will only get one once
    your instructor deems you ready, then you will both
    go out dragon hunting. The dragon chooses you.
    Remember that. You will arrive here via train with
    your other classmates. Lessons start the next
    day 6 am sharp. Be late, you're out."


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    - YOUR TEACHERS AND CLASS MATES-
    TEACHERS;
    - Rosanna Scycle [Dragon; Reality]
    -Aprhys Clennan Luthais [Dragon; Wundemor]
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    Students
    -Lindsey Alexandria Stirling [Esmerelda]
    -Anna Celina Upsure [Roland]
    -Zypheria Nicio [Shadow ]
    -James Dartmore [Roland]
    -Andrasta Valkyrie [Reality]
    -Gudrod Valkyrie[Shadow]
    -Lily Rivers
    -Lhosdir Súlchanar Annúngildir [Shadow]
    -Dúlinneth Eristnith Annúngildir
    -Ryan Scerret [Raze]



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    - OUR DRAGONS-
    "You WILL teat these dragons
    as if they were your soul. Do not make us
    regret letting you see, let along touch one
    of these magnificent beasts. Rough handling
    will NOT be tolerated.'


    DEISTTA

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    Roleplay thread;
    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1978707.new#new


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    My forms


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  • .:Pack Of The Forsaken:.{Sign Ups}

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    Name~
    Kage | Kay


    Age~
    3 years


    Gender~
    Brute | Male


    Rank~
    Lead Warrior


    Personality~
    Kay is a quiet brute. He does what he is required perfectly and without any fuss. He is often accused of being a 'grumpy butt' by his sister, Bahava. Disliking company, he is a hard person to start a conversation with, as he answers often with one worded sentences. He is a vicious fighter and often helps out the hunting group once food runs low.


    History~
    Kage was bought up in this pack with his sister, Bahv. He was mentored by his now deceased mother and father to hunt and fight. He's also watched feral cats climb trees and after months of practicing, he finally did it. He doesn't consider this trait being strange, it's a talent. Once he was of age, he became the lead warrior and has carried out his duties successfully. There was once a time when Kage was happy, but after his parents died he lost all happiness. The only thing he cares about his sister.


    Family~
    Sister- Bahava


    Crush~
    Shall Develop


    Mate~
    N/A


    Pups~
    N/A


    Other~
    Yayy! It's open :D


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    Name~
    Bahava


    Age~
    3 years


    Gender~
    Fae | Female


    Rank~
    Zeta [Fits her appearance]


    Personality~
    Unlike her brother Bahv is a happy-go-lucky spirited fae. She loves nature and everything it contains. Being the spiritual guide of the pack, she is wise for a three-year-old. She can often be found keeping wolves calm and the pack at peace.


    History~
    Bahava was bought up with her brother, Kage. Her mother was the Zeta before her. Passing on her knowledge, Bahv is smarter than you may first think. She and her brother grey up very close together and since their parents died, they have a special bond. This bond can cause fights to break out as of overprotection.


    Family~
    Brother - Kage


    Crush~
    Will develop


    Mate~
    N/A


    Pups~
    N/A


    Scars or injuries~
    None.


    Other~
    :D


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    Ryan &amp; Day


    Rachel and Ray

  • Forsaken Cove | Open | Wolf Hybrid RPG | Roleplaying Thread

    Opps. Sorry XD


    D A Y V I A N
    The brute looked up at the three dogs that had just awoken. He looked back at Wyldfir. "Go figure, genius". He said is a sarcastic tone. A small brown coloured puppy had awoken and was demanding things be known. "What is going on? I want answers now!" The small brown puppy said. Day merely glared at her. Suddenly everyone started talking. It was too much. Don't Day. Don't make this situation messy. The silver brute reassured himself. So instead of roaring and probably ripping someone's head off, he left. The next best thing. As soon as he exited the small group of puppies, he calmed down. Suddenly all the thoughts that were needed cam rushing in. Why are we here? What are we supposed to do?

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    D E I S A
    The female glared at Riley. Nodding, the red fae jumped from the rock and immediately climbed a tree. "I'll let you know if I see something." She said softly and began to jump from tree to tree. She paused in one tree was she watched a small group of caribou, mainly elderly deer. They must have been slow at migrating. Deisa snarled, and began to climb her way down the tree. Landing gracefully inside the hunting group.


    C A S T E R
    The black face male watched as the hunting group left before approaching the loner, Finn. "Don't worry about Deisa, she's nasty to everyone." He smiled and said. "The name's Caster.