Posts by Darth Mizar

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"I understand." Napoleon spoke from behind Midnightsky. He had felt the exact same way ... in a different life, in Phantomstallion's life, though Napol didn't know about that. It just felt ... familiar. The feeling that StarClan was being useless and painful.
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NAME / NICKNAMES Roman, Roma, Petrovich

NAME ORIGIN Traditional Russian naming system. Roman just means "of Rome". Petrovich means "Son of Pyotr/Peter", and Volkov is a last name meaning "wolf".

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 02 years old, unknown birthdate

CLAN OF BIRTH + RANK unknown clan — rank default rank

GENDER & SEX Male

SEXUALITY Unknown, seems to prefer females

RELATIONSHIP None

FAMILY Unknown

FRIENDS Unknown

ENEMIES Unknown

PERSONALITY Roman is very confident in himself and his power. He’s a well-built Eurasian wolf and can bring up good damage, and he’s good at toughing through difficult situations. However, he really doesn’t focus on his physical strength. He likes to make fun of things and make snarky, though harmless remarks. He can be quite insensitive and blunt. He can be seen as very traditional, but he doesn’t force his views upon other people, and instead makes comments about them. Roman honestly seems like one to just enjoy life - especially games and is particularly interested in technology, and its technological advances. He likes to make fun of trends and often isn’t one who “follows the crowd” but he doesn’t speak up against his authorities unless it is in a joking manner. He can be pretty passionate about those he loves and trusts, but, while he is generally open to everyone, he doesn't let most people into his private life.

— positive traits easy to forgive and forget, pays close attention to his surroundings, humorous, clear-headed

— neutral traits bold, honest, balanced, constant and strict in his views and beliefs, rational, passionate, extrovert

— negative traits blunt, enjoys making fun of everything, could be seen as cynic

MBTI TYPE

HOUSE

FACTION

NATURAL ALIGNMENT

AESTHETIC A sturdy, heavy-set Eurasian wolf with a sleek black coat and vibrant brown/amber eyes. His fur is thick and generally unkempt. The fur around his snout and legs are considerably darker than the rest of him. He speaks in a Russian accent and is still learning English so he may trip up on his sentences. He has a confident walk, but often exaggerates his movements when he's feeling foolish and wants to make fun of something. He is almost always seen smiling.

— accessories headphones?

POWERS ehh

OTHER

FUTURE PLOTS

ROMAN PETROVICH VOLKOV

wandering rouge | tags & reference | played by felibri

A black wolf trotted to the border with ease, his thick, unkempt coat waving in the wind. He tilted his head back to peer at the mountainous terrain, laughing a bit as he sat down. He was no idiot to Clan boundaries. His pack in Russia was fierce and had a very good sense of respecting borders, so when the scent of foreign animals reached his nose, he halted immediately, coned ears pricking up and amber eyes wide.

He figured he would ask whoever lived here to let him pass, perhaps stay for the night. Although he wasn't exactly tired, he wasn't sure when the next stop would be. It was best to rest now, and the sun was falling, he was realizing. Roman hummed to himself in thought, eventually deciding on staying for a night. His English was okay, he knew it was not the best, but perhaps it was enough for him to get by. His paw tapped the ground restlessly, a bit annoyed to be waiting, but the respect of borders held him back. He was no barbaric animal and didn't want to be seen that way.

ROMAN PETROVICH VOLKOV

wandering rouge | tags & reference | played by felibri

oH HA I just needed a place for my russian boy to start off in lmao

Oh, well, that was fast, he supposed. The wolf tilted his head at the lion, squinting. "Roman Petrovich Volkov." He answered in a straightforward voice before turning over his left shoulder and spitting on the ground, to ward off bad luck. So Roman wasn't greeted with snarls and growls. Most of the other packs in his area seemed to be much more aggressive than this. They showed their true colors, no hiding. This pack could be friendly, he supposed, but it was safe than be sorry.

"I look," He grunted, amber eyes shutting tight as he tried to go over what he wanted to say in English before saying it. "I am looking for place to stay. Are you pack? I have not seen animal like you."

ROMAN PETROVICH VOLKOV

wandering rouge | tags & reference | played by felibri

/ screE *hug*

His amber eyes flared momentarily as he heard another foreign language. Some Romantic language he supposed. Wasn't English enough? He had sort of ignored Fernando's greeting of "buenos noches" because he thought it was something that didn't need to be translated and, because it sounded like Italian "bene" and the German "nacht", he had assumed it meant good night.

He looked a bit excited to hear someone speak in his native tongue, and was a sort of familiar face ... a cat. He had seen a few on the streets but they always ran when they saw a wolf. "Klan? Ah, da. Spasibo." He repeated. It was similar to a pack, he decided. "Clan" meant family, but packs were family as well. Many of his packmates were related to him. Roman was also aware of humans, whom he had taken a special interest in and their complex society. And Ferndano was a lion, a big cat. It seemed wolves weren't the only top predator. He'd have to keep an eye on this lion. "So ..." Roman's eyes flickered. "I stay?"

ROMAN PETROVICH VOLKOV

stormclan resident | tags & reference | played by felibri

The English language was weird, Roman knew that for a fact. The canine raised his head from his resting place to stare curiously at the cat who called for a ... ah, a meeting. Roman watched with curiosity on how the bol'shoy kot and the snowshoe cat moved toward the golden-orange cat. The Eurasian wolf's amber eyes widened with interest at the way they seemed inferior to her in rank, given the way they came at her call and obediently sat down. The snowshoe feline he could understand, she and the leader both were domestic felines, but the bol'shoy kot? Fernando looked very powerful. Why wasn't he fighting to be alpha? He could beat all the small cats and banish them from the pack so effortlessly with his sheer size.

Roman did not understand how Clans worked and thus listened with piqued curiosity as he crossed his front paws over each other and tuned in from his resting place, eager to hear what the orange feline was going to say.

ROMAN PETROVICH VOLKOV

wandering rouge | tags & reference | played by felibri

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timurrrrr

no no i know you! i remember you in thunderclan a while back!

i play deutschland

ROMAN PETROVICH VOLKOV

stormclan | tags & reference | played by felibri

That was a lot for him to take in. Eventually Roman tuned out with a frustrated sigh, laying his head on his paws. He heard his name be called, but he figured it wasn't for anything important, he had just got here! Were they expecting him to help? Many words that the ginger cat said made no sense to him. Algebra, chemistry? Didn't they do fighting and hunting here like a normal pack? Was that weekly tasks? Didn't they fight for ranks instead of being simply given it? Even the big scary lion-cat was playing along with this.

The Eurasian wolf pulled himself up into a sitting position. So strange. He mused to himself, not quite sure what to think about this meeting. He decided he had better things to do. With a polite dip of his head, which would awkwardly serve as saying congratulations to the newly appointed high positions, he trotted off, assuming it was over.

ROMAN PETROVICH VOLKOV

wandering rouge | tags & reference | played by felibri

Rosethorn ~

He supposed he shouldn't have expected the first "meeting" to go as smoothly as he hoped. It only confused him more and his inferior grasp of their language also tied into it. This pack was small and very intellectual, he had gathered. Much like the way humans lived. The Eurasian wolf trotted through the territory, ears pricking up when he caught sight of a hare. Roman lowered himself to the ground and stalked the creature for a few steps before giving a powerful leap and crashing his paws down on the hare, delivering a swift bite to its neck, killing it instantly.

That was another thing, he guessed. He wasn't in a wolf pack anymore. They couldn't all bring down a deer. From what he knew, everyone here was a domestic cat, except for the big lion-cat Fernando. Roman would just have to settle for smaller prey like this. He paused to give thanks above for the easy meal before eagerly tearing into it, his cone-like ears flickering constantly as he ate, listening for danger.