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Sorry but at this present point I would prefer all wolf characters just because that is the way the RP has been laid out. Another problem with this is that a Siberian Tiger would be seen as a threat, and also as competition to the wolf pack/s. Therefore this makes them a more likely target if trespassing upon wolf territory even though it may think of itself as a wolf.
I may allow this in the future at some point if it was a cub possibly being raised by a wolf once the RP develops. I'm not 100% sure, but at this point the simple answer would be no.
Had remained propped upon the bench, leg resting upon its surface as baby blue sights trailed after every move Ryan made. He filled a bowl, grabbed a new rag and suddenly started rummaging throw her fridge. Oh god, please don't tell me he's gonna grab the... her heart raced a moment as she watched him grab exactly what she was dreading.
"I was keeping that for special occasions," she'd throw out in protest towards Ryan, " This is not a special occasion," she'd continue on and quickly emphasizing the 'not' to a heavy degree. Her voice audibly shaky at the idea of the liquor being used upon the open wound upon her ankle.
As she continued listening and was offered the bottle part of her couldn't keep it in, "Something like this never ends well," she'd say out loud rather than saying it in her head. Slender fingers grasping the bottle neck as it was offered her way, without even questioning the idea nor the fact she was probably underage she'd press the chilled rim to her lips and her head cocked back as far as it could. Shed drink a hefty mouthful or maybe two and then gripped the bottle tightly.
Her second hand visibly grasping the benches edge as she pressed herself against the wall and nodding at the stranger and speaking with a firm tone, "Just get it over with quickly!" She was allowing a stranger to apply some form of medical help to her and her mind wandered, Why on earth am I doing this, I don't even know him.
Well depending on how many others we get depends on if I make the OOC, though if it ends up just you two and myself, I could still probably make it and begin small until others join.
Yay. ^-^ Hopefully we'll get a bit more interest and I can pop up an OOC in the coming days. I honestly wasn't too sure how many people would be interested in a feral wolf RP. For now I must pop off and get some sleep though.
As she finished cleaning up the ruined rags and bowl she'd glance over towards Ryan, ears focused on him as she listened to each word he spoke, thanking her for helping him out and then mentioning he'd do anything to make up for it all. Shaking her head she'd only smile further, "You don't owe me anything, I wasn't just going to let you continue bleeding," she'd offer softly, the Russian accent still clinging to her every word.
As he went on saying he owed her three favors she'd prepare to move towards him while about to talk and feeling that sharp reminder of pain through her ankle decided to just lean upon the bench by the fridge instead, as he moved on to mentioning her injury she'd nod slightly. "Actually, I may need to clean it up a bit," she'd say moving to sit on the benches surface whilst pulling her injured leg up and then rolling the pant leg up to about mid-calf.
The punctures were slowly crusted over with dry blood, though some sections still oozed which had resulted in a small part of her pant cuff getting stained, I honestly don't think I can complain at this point, everything seems to be doomed to be red it'd seem. She wouldn't admit that she was a neat freak, considering the small cabin may have looked abandoned it was still kept in an orderly fashion and stained clothes were something that ticked her off a bit and usually ended up in the bin aftwards.
As far as anyone can recall, werewolves have always been. They were hunted to what was thought to be extinction, fading into legend for the majority of the world. Some, however, know the truth: they know that werewolves still exist and they could be your neighbor, your boss, your friend. In an effort to survive, werewolves adopted the methods of their more 'natural' brethren, wolves. Most werewolves can be found living in packs, with loners seen as potential problems more than anything else. These packs can range from a couple members to a few dozen, depending upon the region: large cities, for instance, can be home to hundreds of werewolves.
The life of a werewolf is not an easy one. Once infected via bite or scratch from a werewolf, the first transformation will occur under the following full moon, at which point the virus will complete the takeover. If the individual is not strong enough to endure the transformation, they will die. If strong enough, they will become a werewolf for the first time; this has resulted in the majority of new werewolves being young and fit. This just in: all about werewolves! To hunters, they're lycanthropes, but they call themselves Lukoi. They can shift at will, but must shift under the full moon.
Lifespan – due to their healing abilities, werewolves live longer than humans. Initially they heal rapidly and do not age, but after a century or so their healing abilities begin to slow down and aging occurs. The average werewolf lifespan is about 250 years.
Energy – a werewolf pack acts like a channel of power: the higher up a werewolf is, the more powerful they are, but they cannot become more dominant without having initial power. This is in part identifiable by a werewolf's energy, which grows stronger alongside the individual, but is also easier to hide with strength. The energy can be described as warm, electric, prickling, boiling. Humans can feel this energy if they are considered to be sensitive, which may be bad for a werewolf if that human is also a hunter.
Shifting – shifting is neither pretty nor pleasant, leaving the werewolf vulnerable until they have changed forms. Shifting at will requires command of the beast, and accidental shifting can occur due to strong emotions, especially in young werewolves. Stronger werewolves can control their shifting more precisely and range anywhere between human and wolf form.
Forms – three forms are available to werewolves: homid or the full human form; lycaon, which is the strong and muscular bipedal wolf, and lupus, or dire wolf. A werewolf can move between homid and lycaon with small physical changes such as eyes and teeth, but this is different depending on the strength of the werewolf: stronger werewolves can revert back to homid, but weaker werewolves end up fully shifting once they've started.
Strengths – in all three forms but more so in the lycaon form, they have superhuman strength, speed, senses, agility, endurance, and healing.
Weaknesses – allergic to silver, so strikes to the heart are fatal, all other injuries will heal slowly. Any significant injury (like the head being obliterated) are fatal, as well. Shifting from human to either of the wolf forms will help speed healing. Their bones do not magically reset, however, so doctors are still needed at times. Shifting can tire a werewolf out, so it should not be taken lightly. If a werewolf moves too quickly between forms, they will fall into a very deep and vulnerable sleep once they revert to homid form. This is not the case for the strong wolves, but it is still draining.
Communcation – In homid and lycaon forms, they can actually speak aloud. Speaking in the lycaon form will, of course, be somewhat altered by talking with a muzzle. Muffled, awkward. ALL FORMS can and should utilize body language, which can be a giveaway to a hunter when apparent humans behave in odd fashion. Even in homid form, traditions like bowing to the Ulfric, submitting, licking, touching for reassurance, so forth, will be present. The pack can utilize telepathy, which is strongest in lupus form and grows weaker the closer to homid. An individual can block others from their mind and control what can be seen, like focusing and sending their thoughts at others - not so much like reading a book. The Ulfric can, with determination, pierce minds despite barriers. Telepathy is limited by range. The closer the individuals, the easier telepathy becomes.
Dominance – The Lukoi have an innate sense of who is dominant to who. Part of this is knowing the pack, but another is simply feeling the energy of the werewolf and keeping up with dominance battles. In order to move up in the pack, a werewolf must fight every other werewolf who is above them. They can initially skip fights, but this is only if the challenge is accepted: if you know another werewolf still has to fight someone else before they challenge you, the fight can be denied. Once a werewolf reaches the Freki of the pack, they must beat Freki to fight Geri, beat Geri to challenge the Ulfric. By challenging the Ulfric, they become Fenrir. Almost all fights are simply until one werewolf cries uncle, but the fight for Ulfric is to the death. Rejecting a challenge is automatic loss. The pack leader or Ulfric is customarily male due to it being a battle to the death, but that could change. The Ulfric's mate, Lupa, is chosen and is therefore alpha, but is not necessarily dominant, which leads to the next point: the Lupa cannot be challenged. The Bolverk and enforcers (Skoll and Hati) are all selected by the Ulfric and are also alpha but not necessary dominant. Given the positions, however, dominant werewolves are more likely to be selected. Dominance is throughout the pack: any dominant can order a lesser pack member unless they are similarly outranked. A dominant pack member can protect lesser members, thereby taking on any challenges to the weaker person.
Positions
Ulfric - Pack Leader. Lupa - Pack Leader's mate, selected. Skoll – primary enforcer for the Ulfric, selected (can fight for dominance, but position isn't lost). Hati – secondary enforcer for the Ulfric, selected (can fight for dominance, but position isn't lost). Geri – second-in-command. Freki – third-in-command. Bolverk – punisher of the pack for the Ulfric. Fenrir – challenger to the Ulfric, must defeat both Geri and Freki.
Any member not involved in the higher levels of dominance do not have terms and are merely considered pack members.
Other Terms
Vinur - friend - humans who are friends to werewolves Vargar - real wolves Faen - devil, bastard - often used to refer to hunters
Character Sheet
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Name: Age: Gender: Sexual preference: Human or werewolf: if human, are you a hunter? Aware of werewolves? Other? Appearance (picture or written description): include both as human and wolf form, if you're a werewolf. Strengths (at least 3): Weaknesses (at least 3): Personality: History: Other: any special gear? something to make note of?
Name Meaning: "Forever" / "Flowering" ; "Wolf" Age: 2 Years ; 8 Months Gender: Female ; Male Breed: Grey Wolves
Aiyana *Orange Pelt* ; Okami *Timber Brown Pelt*
Personality: Cunning, Dominant, Friendly, Calm and Assertive, Aiyana likes to think of those around her, she enjoys lazing about when the time is right and will pick herself up quickly in times of need, she'll fight for what she believes in and always ensures those closest to her are safe and still free to do their own things. She won't bark orders all day and she'll follow whoevers in charge unless she feels what's happening is unnecessary or incorrect. ; Shy, Quiet, Kind, Caring and Intelligent, Okami enjoys just following along, he enjoys playing about and resting in the sun or shade, but he's definitely not one for picking bones with others, he relies on his sister for direction and is quick to think up a plan when it comes to taking down game be it small or large. History: Aiyana and Okami were quite content in their pack's life. They were surrounded by those who cared about them the most, those who understood each separate pack-member and didn't hesitate to take on a bit of rough and tumble play with Aiyana. The Willow Brook Pack was a tightly knit family, bonded closely and knowledgeable in the ways of hunting as a group, they were kind and relaxed around one another though this wasn't to last as humans, a decently sized tribe made their way into the Willow Brooks territory, they scattered the pack and killed those not fast enough to escape. Aiyana and Okami witnessed their own mother murdered in all the commotion and took off on their own, they were only 2 years at this point and now, almost 8 months later, they have finally settled, they'd found a territory unclaimed by others of their kind and filled with plenty of game and river beds. Upon patrolling the outskirts of this new place, Aiyana and Okami decided to wander a short distance off to investigate an odd yet familiar scent. Coming across an old den and the faint smell of humans mixed with wolves they'd cautiously look around. Aiyana being overly curious, heard a noise hidden within some brush under the base of a tree, moving closer she'd find herself staring upon a young pup left alone and visibly hungry. Unable to leave the little critter called Suki alone, Aiyana and Okami agree'd to take her on and raise her, they've been together for a week in the Siberian Taiga territory. Developing their own small pack as they hunt for small game to feed themselves and the young pup while remaining on alert for others who may pass through, ready to take on new members.
Suki
Name Meaning: "Beloved" Age: 3 Months (12 Weeks) Gender: Female Breed: Timber x Grey Wolf
Personality: Affectionate, Playful, Silly, Unco-ordinated and Still Young, Suki enjoys everything about being a pup, she enjoys sneaking up and pouncing on unsuspecting adults and will quickly flop over for a nap if she is too drained of energy. Suki highly dislikes moving long distances and will sit or lay down until carried except maybe if the adults keep moving and threaten to leave her behind ... then she quickly pounds after them. History: Suki was abandoned recently, her pack moving quickly when humans moved nearer leaving her tucked in a den under a tree's base to fend for herself at 9 weeks old. She had been found at 11 weeks by Aiyana and Okami who have taken her on and are now helping her stay alive as they survive in their new home and await the growth of what they hope to be a successful pack.
Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Shifter Shifts are Full with no In-Between, she's either Human or Animal. Sexual Preference: Bi-Sexual Country of Origin: Russia, though she knows English well and lives in America. Companion: Kubik
Likes: - Winter Weather - Being Active - Hiking / Being in the Wilderness - Animals, especially dogs. Dislikes: - Loud Noises - Large Overpopulated Areas - Being Confronted - Staying Inside All Day - Heights and Falling Bio: She doesn't share her history with many and being raised as a shifter, Victoria knew little of any other life, though with this raising she found she could work with some of the most troublesome of animals, she understood them a bit better (she can't hear their thoughts, she just understands their actions more than humans or others would). She had uncontrolled shifts from child to creature throughout her childhood, preventing her from attending any schools as her body worked its magic upon finding a form that suited her best.
Her mother was a cougar, strong and muscular yet gentle towards those closest to her while, her father was an owl, an odd yet wise creature as he and his wife began building a family. Victoria was their second child, though she knows nothing of her older sibling she never really asked as that was the way of her family. She wound up, at the age of 11 being a wolf in her final shift and it's stuck ever since. Though she's capable of other shifts, she'll always have the wolf etched into her heart. She's now 21 and moved about 2 years ago from her mother country to a new place to build a life.
She's found herself as a Dog Trainer helping people with troublesome dogs and she'd recently adopted her own fuzzy companion to keep her company since things were just starting to get lonely. She travels a lot to keep herself fresh and occasionally watches houses while pet sitting to avoid having to rent a place in every new location. She sometimes wonders, while looking down at her wrist, if she'd ever find that somebody her parents told her was unavoidable in life. Occupation: Dog Trainer / Dog Sitter Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Excited yet Fearful. Why? Because Victoria takes pride in her work with animals, she's only really enjoyed conversing with others when it came to the fuzzy creatures around her and her line of work allows her to succeed in just that. She is though excited as she's never felt any real connection or relation with anyone except her family who were no longer around to support her in this new country.
Age: 19 Gender: Female Species: Werewolf Sexual preference: Bi-Sexual Accent: Russian Familiar/s: Victoria Nikitina (Half-Sister), Viktor Nikitin (Nephew) Companion: Truth
Ace stands at about 5'5 with pale almost translucent skin. Her slender, yet defined figure is stained in a few places by scattered tattoos. Her hair of fiery untamed auburn hangs just below her shoulders while be contrasted by striking, unnatural eyes that stand out brightly. Her appearance barely suits her nature as she looks more bubbly and outgoing than she really is.
In wolf form Acacia's fur almost equals the vivid tones of her natural hair color and grows to about a medium length, her hues are the same as her human form. Larger than an ordinary wolf she may stand out if spotted, though usually blends with the wolves who run wild in the landscape.
[Human Form-Wolf Form]
Strengths:
- Observant - Keen Eyesight - Fast / Agile - Strong - Good Swimmer [Both] - Decent Shifter [Both]
Weaknesses:
- Almost Useless with Weapons / Fighting - Easily Spotted / Hard to Hide - Easily Startled [Both] - Distant and Avoidant [Both] - Uncontrolled Shifts When Fearful or Over Excited [Both] Personality:Ace almost lives to be a loner, her preference for singularity and being almost useless in any battle be it barehanded or with weaponry she prefers to use her agility, speed and keen eye sight to prevent too close a proximity of any thought threat.
She has a high flight instinct and will generally avoid any confrontational situations. She is seen to be easily startled and will even sink herself in water to avoid anything chasing her. Her suitability to companionship is low, though she is a compassionate and gentle creature, almost too much so to be where she was. History: Acacia's history is mostly unknown except that she reigns from Russia and somehow landed herself in a secluded cabin away from any large population. Her accent isn't as strong as many would expect, but she will occasionally speak in her native tongue when something goes wrong or she can't help herself..
She spends her days off alone with her companion, 'Truth', wandering the vast space of her home territory. She wasn't exactly suited to pack life and knew it, that is mostly how she landed herself in the middle of no where in a cabin with just herself and her canine friend. She now lives quite peacefully and visits a small town nearby when supplies are needed. The locals only know what whispers have brought to their ears, gossip always spreads when she shows up especially when Truth tags along, but that's never bothered her as she avoids making connections with anyone there. Other: Drives a Toyota Hilux, lives in a secluded Cabin.
Truth
Age: 3 Years Gender: Female Species: Grey Wolf
Personality:Truth runs on a fine line labeling her as 'unpredictable' and 'dangerous', she's friendly and cuddly when it comes to Acacia, though aggressive and uncertain when it comes to strangers. She usually remains close to Ace's cabin and is quick to alert when something approaches.
History:Found at the age of 4 months old, and raised by the werewolf 'Acacia', Truth knows little of pack life outside of the odd duo. She's always known the shifting woman and has grown to enjoy their time running through the forests, hunting game and slumbering lazy days away.
Victoria Nikitina
[Виктория Никитина]
Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Werewolf Sexual Preference: Bi-Sexual Accent: Russian Familiar/s: Viktor Nikitin (Son), Acacia Malikova (Half-Sister)
[Human Form-Wolf Form]
Strengths:
- Well Practiced Fighter - Protective [Both] - Stronger than Expected
Weaknesses:
- Hot Headed [Both] - Easily Upset / Angered [Both] - Not Very Agile Personality:Victoria may have been birthed by the same mother as her half-sister, Acacia, but she didn't resemble the younger sibling. She takes on a more dominant role in their relationship as she'd always been more interested in learning to kill while Acacia preferred sitting alone and doing her own thing. Victoria is also like her father, she's hot headed and over-reactive sometimes, her size makes her a worthy opponent while her agility makes it harder for her to keep up with more lighter framed werewolves like her own half-sister. History:Victoria was born into the same family as her half-sister Acacia, their mother a bit of a hussy when it came to getting what she wanted. Victoria was born to the Ulfric of her old pack, her mother enjoying the power that came with being his mate while ignoring the hot headed nature he held. Though Lucinda and the Ulfric were never really true mates, she tolerated the beasts behavior and had his child. When Victoria was about 1, her father was eventually being taken down by a rival pack, leaving Lucinda to find a new place to call home. On her journey she met a loner who became Acacia's father, though he didn't hang around long before leaving Lucinda to raise the young children by herself.
At about the age of 16 Acacia had taken off on her own, refusing to join any pack with her mother and sister, vanishing off the face of the planet for two years. Victoria hung around with her mother until she was 20, with her own son already at the age of 4, she'd chosen to take off and leave their new pack to offer him a better life, his father unaware the child existed.
Victoria has now spent the better part of her year searching for her sister while trying to keep her child away from the dangers of other werewolf packs. Her car boot is filled with blankets, pillows, toys, and food to last. Other:Single Mother, Drives a Station Wagon.
Viktor Nikitin
[Виктор Никитин]
Age: 5 Years Gender: Male Species: Werewolf Sexual Preference: n/a Accent: Russian Familiar/s: Victoria Nikitina (Mother), Acacia Malikova (Aunt)
He's never shifted, but this is a reference for when he does.
Strengths: - Energetic - Care-Free - High Stamina
Weaknesses: - Easily Scared - Refusal to Speak - Separation Anxiety Personality:Viktor refuses to speak to anyone, his mother assumes he may not know how even though countless times she'd attempted to teach him. He's very clear on his emotions with his expressions and vocals. He usually throws a fit when his mother leaves his side and he gets upset when he doesn't trust someone. Though like any child he's full of energy, stamina and is as care-free as ever. He'll run all day and causes plenty of problems for his mother. History:Born in a small room with his mother and grandmother around, Viktor knows little of any other life. He's never left his mothers side and when she leaves him he throws a large tantrum, he refuses to speak to anyone including his family and after he turned 4, his mother dragged him off as they left the small pack they knew as home. He causes lots of trouble for his mother, and moving around a lot didn't help as he became more anxious and vocal than normal when things go wrong. Other:Basically Mute, Never Shifted, Isn't Afraid to Bite, Always Has His Worn Bunny Everywhere.
Name: Claire De la Noye Nickname:Scarlet Gender: Female Age: Roughly 26 Years
Race: Human (with minor alterations). Appearance:Claire looks to be an average person, pale skin, chocolate brown hues and brightly toned auburn hair. Aside her outlaw appearance she comes with a few mechanical alterations that came after an accident she was in with her family, gaining severe damage caused to her right eye she was taken in by experimenters and given new sight, built into her flesh and wired to her brain the pale blue panel that stood out so clearly allowed her to see with a little extra tactical advantage. Claire also has one mechanical leg, from the knee down a new limb had been attached from the same accident allowing her to walk and move as normal, though every now and then she has to oil it up to keep it smooth for work or else it gets jammed and makes things difficult.
Background: Not exactly known by many, Claire kept to herself through most her life, calling herself 'Scarlet' instead of her true name. Hidden in the shadows as she took up working for others in contracts involving merciless murder, theft and even sabotage she'd earned herself a name, those who knew her kept to themselves and those who didn't remained at a distance just by the glances she threw. After reaching a point in time where working solo was getting slow, she'd take the last of her earnings and get herself a hound. Natasi was one of many choices on offer, from the bulky brute males, she stood out with a calm yet well focused demeanor which drew in the heart of the seemingly cold-hearted Claire. It's been almost 6 months since she got the young Sorvath and now they're looking for a well paid contract to take up for a better future.
Gear:
Full Body Armor (Demo) (Her armor resembles the colors found on her regular daily outfit)
V7.02 Companion System (Retains all information recieved from Natasi's V7.02 Companion Collar, it alerts the handler of all movements and vitals regarding their hound and it's health status)
Rifle Industry AR Precisor P50 (Demo) (This weapon has blue trim rather than the pictured red)
Throwing Knives (Demo) (These knives resemble silver disks when not in use though once thrown the sides twist and 6 blades fold out in a quick smooth fashion ready to embed in any target)
Name: Natasi Nickname: Taz Gender: Female Age: Roughly 2 Years Mistress: Claire De la Noye 'Scarlet'
Race: Sorvath
'The Sorvath'
The Sorvath is a hard to come by hound in many regions and no one truly knows how they came about. Left to themselves in their few known locations, they thrives on being within their tightly-knit pack. Some are known to hold a nasty temper to those who trespass upon their territory, while others are known for a lazed attitude towards outsiders and surrounding activities. At a young age some Sorvath pups are removed from their mother's and raised within captivity for specific duties, those who fail training are returned to the surface in which they were found or are removed in a quicker and simpler method. These hounds appear to rely on their agile frames and keen sense of sound and smell, this makes them best suited to jobs with stealth, tracking or even gathering, some even complete all. The downfalls of the Sorvath lies with their weaker frames when it comes to battle. Still able to fight, the only true weapons they have are large well pointed dew claws and finely sharpened teeth, though thinner skin means easier piercing unless armored and battle readied by their mistress/master.
Appearance:Natasi is a gentle soul, still young barely two years she was raised in captivity after being taken from her mother. She is mostly pale baby blue tinted with faint sky blue highlights around the edges of her scales, though as these highlights edge towards her tail, limbs and muzzle they begin to darken until she has ebony seal point markings, Natasi also has dull red hues which are barely seen in the shadows and highlighted when light is gleamed upon them. She has been trained to track and gather supplies or objects with simple commands and when she isn't require or feels the need, will quickly drift into a slumber. She's quick to alert to unknown sounds or smells and will sound deep chested rumbles at her mistress or master though she is still in training and may slip up occasionally.
Career/Profession: Trained in Stealth, Tracking, Gathering.
Background: At the age of only 7 weeks, Natasi was ripped from her mothers teat and raised in a large containment area with multiple other pups, one from her own litter and others from scattered packs. Raised with the routine of feeding, playing and training all the pups learnt how to respond to their commands through various activities including those that meant sneaking through obstacle courses for their meal, tracking one of many scents to find their meal or finding the correct object to return to their handler. Natasi witnessed those who failed these tasks be walked out of a large metal door, led away to a place no other pup knew, all they remembered was that none of them ever returned. She was put through months of training in this facility with the other pups, as the numbers decreased the lessons began increasing in difficulty and their ability to wander further in the outside grounds was increased, some activities were moved to different terrains and regions to widen the young companions ability to do their jobs. Though one day when Natasi was around a year and a half of age she was finally allocated to a mistress of her own and was granted permission to leave the facility she knew all too well as home. She's been with her current mistress since and has gained a close bond with her, growing quickly to tell the difference in her temper and commands.
Gear: Natasi carries nothing with her apart from her V7.02 Companion Collar which remains on her at all times. This collar holds onto an identification number that registers her as a trained companion to her specified owner. The collar also has a tracking device built in that collects data of Natasi's every move and delivers it to the V7.02 Companion System given to her mistress so that she is able to follow along without being right behind her, this device also records all vital signs so when not visible to her mistress they can tell what situation she is in whether it be dangerous or not. Natasi's mistress also holds onto her armor which is a sturdy yet breathable metal which matches the tones of her mistress' body armor.
