Post by dandelions on Mar 28, 2020 8:28:09 GMT
Twisted Bones
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Twisted Bones, needless to say, doesn't have the cleanest history, it's one written in blood. The wolves of Twisted Bones are rather mysterious wolves, seeming to blend into the shadows of the dense forest they live in. They'll either pick the winning side in battle, or not pick a side at all and simply watch the bloodshed happen. These wolves are otherwise cold and are more than happy to simply turn their heads and act dumb to a murder they watched happen right in front of their faces. As much as they love to cause the chaos, they're otherwise quiet wolves, rather reclusive in nature. In Twisted Bones, pack comes first, the pack is your family and without family you have nothing. The Twisted Bones territory is mostly forest that seems to constantly be covered in fog, some would even say it's haunted; the camp resides in an old cemetery that has been long forgotten, all the bones within the graves turned to dust. However bones continue to litter the territory, bones of prey, and even other wolves. This pack has a dark history and the future doesn't look too bright either. These wolves are deeply tied to death, they're almost drawn to it, or like it follows them.
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Twisted Bones, needless to say, doesn't have the cleanest history, it's one written in blood. The wolves of Twisted Bones are rather mysterious wolves, seeming to blend into the shadows of the dense forest they live in. They'll either pick the winning side in battle, or not pick a side at all and simply watch the bloodshed happen. These wolves are otherwise cold and are more than happy to simply turn their heads and act dumb to a murder they watched happen right in front of their faces. As much as they love to cause the chaos, they're otherwise quiet wolves, rather reclusive in nature. In Twisted Bones, pack comes first, the pack is your family and without family you have nothing. The Twisted Bones territory is mostly forest that seems to constantly be covered in fog, some would even say it's haunted; the camp resides in an old cemetery that has been long forgotten, all the bones within the graves turned to dust. However bones continue to litter the territory, bones of prey, and even other wolves. This pack has a dark history and the future doesn't look too bright either. These wolves are deeply tied to death, they're almost drawn to it, or like it follows them.
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JOINING . INFO . TRYOUTS . ACTIVITY CHECK . CEREMONIES
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Alpha ― helios
beta ― caede
healer ― nox
healer trainee ― none
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news ―
helios became alpha of twisted bones!
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Alpha ― helios
beta ― caede
healer ― nox
healer trainee ― none
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news ―
helios became alpha of twisted bones!
H E L I O S
roleplayed by dandelions
A wolf as large as Helios shouldn't be able to sneak around the darkness as quietly as he does. He takes each step with precise precision, knowing exactly how to walk around the woods silently. He's a jet black wolf, so dark only his unsettling yellow eyes can be seen from the shadows. It's also somewhat ironic that he was named 'Helios', after all, that is the name of a sun god, his name sake was more than likely due to his yellow eyes, shining bright like the sun. Sitting on his back are two great, black, feathered wings, he does his best to not use them too often, using them most of the time to simply leap up into the trees and chase his prey or to simply lounge around, resting around Helios' neck is a necklace, the pendant sitting perfectly in the middle of his chest, a star sitting inside of a crecent moon. Helios has been around for quite some time, immortal some may say, but he'll never admit to it or even mention it for that matter. Rumors have been known to circle around about him, saying he's been around since the graveyard he calls home was still being used to bury the dead. Helios wasn't born into Twisted Bones, he was born as a loner, he doesn't remember much of his mother, but he remembers his father, a wolf named Phobos. Phobos was a strong willed wolf, and he taught Helios very young about how to fend for himself, and even how to kill if need be. Cruel would be putting it lightly, the way Phobos trailed Helios was anything short of barbaric. Pushing young Helios to the edge of breaking, his legs shaking, barely able to keep his small body up, until Phobos would 'give up' for the day, and just repeat the process again the next day. This went on for moons, until Helios eventually grew to be almost twice Phobos' size, Helios can thank Phobos for one thing...teaching him how to make a quick kill. As far as Helios knows, Phobos didn't suffer, one bite and it was over. Helios didn't spend too long wandering alone, he eventually stumbled upon Twisted Bones and joined, rising through the ranks until he was finally alpha. Some call him wise, some call him arrogant, others say he's a mad man that has murdered to become alpha. Helios simply says he did what needed to be done, nothing more nothing less.
( no mate, no family, no pups, trainee - Poe )
roleplayed by dandelions
A wolf as large as Helios shouldn't be able to sneak around the darkness as quietly as he does. He takes each step with precise precision, knowing exactly how to walk around the woods silently. He's a jet black wolf, so dark only his unsettling yellow eyes can be seen from the shadows. It's also somewhat ironic that he was named 'Helios', after all, that is the name of a sun god, his name sake was more than likely due to his yellow eyes, shining bright like the sun. Sitting on his back are two great, black, feathered wings, he does his best to not use them too often, using them most of the time to simply leap up into the trees and chase his prey or to simply lounge around, resting around Helios' neck is a necklace, the pendant sitting perfectly in the middle of his chest, a star sitting inside of a crecent moon. Helios has been around for quite some time, immortal some may say, but he'll never admit to it or even mention it for that matter. Rumors have been known to circle around about him, saying he's been around since the graveyard he calls home was still being used to bury the dead. Helios wasn't born into Twisted Bones, he was born as a loner, he doesn't remember much of his mother, but he remembers his father, a wolf named Phobos. Phobos was a strong willed wolf, and he taught Helios very young about how to fend for himself, and even how to kill if need be. Cruel would be putting it lightly, the way Phobos trailed Helios was anything short of barbaric. Pushing young Helios to the edge of breaking, his legs shaking, barely able to keep his small body up, until Phobos would 'give up' for the day, and just repeat the process again the next day. This went on for moons, until Helios eventually grew to be almost twice Phobos' size, Helios can thank Phobos for one thing...teaching him how to make a quick kill. As far as Helios knows, Phobos didn't suffer, one bite and it was over. Helios didn't spend too long wandering alone, he eventually stumbled upon Twisted Bones and joined, rising through the ranks until he was finally alpha. Some call him wise, some call him arrogant, others say he's a mad man that has murdered to become alpha. Helios simply says he did what needed to be done, nothing more nothing less.
( no mate, no family, no pups, trainee - Poe )
C A E D E
roleplayed by fawn
"Fall deeper and deeper; the sirens are singing your song." Caede is a predominately crimson furred brute. Except for the points of his body that look like they've been dipped in a fresh pot of black ink, and a smattering of white speckles across his muzzle and cheeks. Caede isn't overly large or bulky. He's more slender and his muscle mass more lean. Swirling black horns are nestled just between his ears and they are adorned in budding white roses. Despite Caede's almost demure appearance he's a force to be reckoned with. A tongue as sharp as diamonds and claws to match. The crimson brute isn't afraid to speak his mind even if it could ruin the lives of those around him. Caede's true talent lies in the fact that he's great at acquiring information, and knowing the right time to use that information in his favour. He's a wolf that you would want on your side, and definitely one that you wouldn't want to cross. Not many know of Caede's past, and he isn't keen on sharing either. All anyone really knows is that he showed up in Twisted Bones territory and quickly made a name for himself. Maybe one day he'll tell someone about his time before he came to the pack, but of course information always comes with a price.
( no mate, no family, no pups, no trainee )
roleplayed by fawn
"Fall deeper and deeper; the sirens are singing your song." Caede is a predominately crimson furred brute. Except for the points of his body that look like they've been dipped in a fresh pot of black ink, and a smattering of white speckles across his muzzle and cheeks. Caede isn't overly large or bulky. He's more slender and his muscle mass more lean. Swirling black horns are nestled just between his ears and they are adorned in budding white roses. Despite Caede's almost demure appearance he's a force to be reckoned with. A tongue as sharp as diamonds and claws to match. The crimson brute isn't afraid to speak his mind even if it could ruin the lives of those around him. Caede's true talent lies in the fact that he's great at acquiring information, and knowing the right time to use that information in his favour. He's a wolf that you would want on your side, and definitely one that you wouldn't want to cross. Not many know of Caede's past, and he isn't keen on sharing either. All anyone really knows is that he showed up in Twisted Bones territory and quickly made a name for himself. Maybe one day he'll tell someone about his time before he came to the pack, but of course information always comes with a price.
( no mate, no family, no pups, no trainee )
N O X
roleplayed by elle
You wouldn’t expect a healer to be as alluring and melancholy as nox, his fur resembles the night sky with a dark black but bluish undertone, and his eyes a a similar dark brown. Nox was born into twisted bones like many of the others had been, however when he had been a trainee he had been involved in a terrible incident, one that would cost him his voice and leaving permanent damage. Luckily enough he had survived, but the experience had left scars of his body and mind. Though not able to speak, Nox is still very much intelligent, so much so that he had became healer to his pack and has studied almost every area of the forest and knows more about deadly and safe plants than anyone. Though he doesn’t speak, his intensity lies behind his movements and his eyes, able to intimidate any who may try to harm or otherwise provoke him.
( no mate, no family, no pups, no trainee )
roleplayed by elle
You wouldn’t expect a healer to be as alluring and melancholy as nox, his fur resembles the night sky with a dark black but bluish undertone, and his eyes a a similar dark brown. Nox was born into twisted bones like many of the others had been, however when he had been a trainee he had been involved in a terrible incident, one that would cost him his voice and leaving permanent damage. Luckily enough he had survived, but the experience had left scars of his body and mind. Though not able to speak, Nox is still very much intelligent, so much so that he had became healer to his pack and has studied almost every area of the forest and knows more about deadly and safe plants than anyone. Though he doesn’t speak, his intensity lies behind his movements and his eyes, able to intimidate any who may try to harm or otherwise provoke him.
( no mate, no family, no pups, no trainee )
N A M E
roleplayed by user
character's bio goes here
( 0 moons, no family, no mentor )
roleplayed by user
character's bio goes here
( 0 moons, no family, no mentor )
N A R A
roleplayed by forest
Nara is a dark wolf with a muddled past. She is clever and quick to anger in a way that suggests that anger was the only thing that kept her alive. While she is lean and small Nara is not weak. She knows how to fight and how to kill and will not hesitate to do either. She was the youngest in a large litter. Her parents were proud and ambitious wolves who constantly sought to elevate their status in the cut throat pack they resided within. Had Nara been the runt of the litter she would have never survived, but she wasn’t, that unfortunate title fell on her eldest sister Gael. Had Gael’s ice powers presented themselves later she would have died. Their parents would have let Gael wither away and starve. But their ambitious parents saw Gael as a weapon to further their power and status. Suddenly it was the rest of the litter that was withering away and starving. Gael was the only one that their parents would feed well, they didn’t care about the rest of the litter. As they reached the age of novices Gael, Nara, and their brother Teller were separated. Gael was given special training and treatment while Nara and Teller were left to fend for themselves and train themselves. From undernourishment in her puppyhood Nara was smaller than she would have been, so was Teller. The rest of the pack mercilessly attacked them and picked on them. That's when Nara discovered her own power. A horrible power that was more of a mockery than anything. Nara’s power begins and ends with pain. She gains ridiculous amounts of raw power with the more pain she gets put through. As she becomes injured and broken raw power is generated and released in whichever way Nara decides. It gives her great strength and speed or it could release in large cutting winds. But the injuries Nara sustains stay, they still damage, and still have the potential to kill her. Nara and Teller were subjected to horrendous treatment. Her life was a living nightmare. She learned to steal, lie, cheat, and survive. She would do anything to keep them alive. Teller was her only friend and her only family that really loved her. They even resembled each other, his black pelt reflecting her obsidian one, his amber eyes reflecting her light crimson ones. Nara became rugged and vicious. She gained the respect of the pack through pain and suffering, through fighting and killing. Finally when life was looking up for Nara and Teller Gael decided to ‘save them’. She decided that enough was enough and that she would save her tormented siblings. Gael accidentally started a civil war. A war which killed Teller. Nara snapped after Teller’s death, she slaughtered all who stood in her way until it was just Gael left standing. Gael who caused Teller’s death, Gael who lived her life sheltered and pampered, Gael who decided she would save them when she had no right to do so. Gael who ruined everything. The two sisters fought and almost died. Nara went one way and Gael went the other, hate filling both of their hearts. Nara’s obsidian pelt is still scarred from her childhood. She is still vicious and rugged and filled with hate. Gael took everything from her and she will never forget that. Nara is a beast of pain and suffering. It is all she has ever known. Teller had been the only light in her world and he is gone now. Nara is silent, watching others with unblinking crimson eyes. She does as she is told most of the time and with little complaint. Nara is an explosion that could go off at any moment. She is used to fighting to survive, beating others down so she could rise. Habits die hard. She is quick to fight and quick to anger. To those she loves she would fight an army of demons.
M O R G A N A
roleplayed by lost
"I want you to suffer as I suffered, to know what it's like to be alone and afraid, to be disgusted with who and what you are". Morgana's beauty never quite matched her heart. There was always something cradled there... Something dark, something sinister. She is tall and lean with rippling muscles beneath her thick pelt. Her fur is a rich, chocolate brown with a light, creamy color that rings her shoulders and highlights her back. Her eyes are a dull hazel, often emotionless unless lusting for blood. There was never a reason for Morgana's darkness. She was born with it inside of her, almost as though she had been possessed in the womb. She started killing for pleasure before she had even been taught to properly hunt, mutilating small animals like rabbits and squirrels until they were nothing but a pile of fur, flesh, and crushed bones. She killed her first wolf at barely a year old — a lonely, elderly brute who had befriended her. And yet, as she killed him and watch the light fade in his eyes, she only felt power and contentedness. No remorse. She had been raised as a loner with her family that consisted of her parents, a brother and sister, and a fresh litter of newly born pups to her mother. She's not sure how long she had dreamed of the day when she would take all of their lives one by one, but she had thought about it for as long as she could remember. It was a dark, twisted fantasy. She brought it to light one night, murdering her father, her mother, and two of the puppies before her brother attacked. She killed him too, but it was enough time for her sister Prim to grab the last pup and run. Morgana didn't care that they had escaped. She didn't care whether they lived or died. She just wanted the rush, the thrill. And she had gotten it. Their bonds meant nothing to her. She then slept. In the morning, she began traveling until she stumbled upon Twisted Bones, where she found many others who were alike in her mindset. She is cold, calculating, and distant, though insanely smart and perhaps a bit morbid. Does she care for her packmates? Maybe a little. But then again, she had loved her family, too, and she still took their lives just to fulfill some morbid fantasy. Getting to know her proves to be worthwhile, for a while at least, as her mind is a jewel, but it may be reckless, too, whenever her thoughts turn dark and twisted.
R E V E R A N T
roleplayed by forest
Toxic, green-yellow eyes glow from the darkness as a dark grey brute bursts from the shadows. The inside of his mouth is a startling obsidian with a glowing toxic green tongue, saliva dripping from it and sizzlin onto the ground. Reverant is a lean brute built for speed and agility. Just because he isn’t heavily built doesn’t mean he is small, in fact he is rather tall and lean, sometimes looking lanky and skinny. He is deceivingly strong. This fast paced and quirky brute has a knack for trouble and a certain lack of respect for the rules and those who enforce them. Reverant is a particular individual with a specific skill set. He is a wonderful tracker and hunter that has amazing endurance. Reverant has a love for causing pain and seeing what makes others tick. He enjoys making others angry and goading them into causing trouble. The oddest thing about this grey brute is his blood. Unlike other wolves Reverant bleeds a bright glowing green liquid that burns if gotten on the skin. His saliva also produces similar effects and if gotten in the eyes can temporarily blind others. Using his ability he has perfected a unique fighting style. He strikes fast and hard, many never seeing him coming. He only stays long enough to blind his opponents or sink his burning fangs into their hide before sprinting off again, hiding in the shadows. Reverant is ruthless and wild, loving to torture those weaker than him. He is loyal to his pack and very prideful, thinking that they deserve to rule over all the other packs.
M A U R A
roleplayed by aria
In Twisted Bones there is not room for the weak or disloyal. You live to die in serving the pack, end of story. Maura was taught this at a young age by her parents. They were well-known warriors with a very ruthless bloodline. Only the strong would breed and continue the lineage and the rest would disappeared ever to be since again. They show her only that there was no room for the compassion in the heart of the strong. At best it was tough love and the worse it was scolding nevertheless Maura learned there was simple no room for compassion. What remained was only ambition,loyal, and passed new stronger blood nothing matter in her heart much her mind. As she grew up, she learn that she also the ability to control ice ironically and over time master. Maura is quite the grim and heartless she-wolf and even known to pick fights for sport even now nothing has to meant her icy heart.
T E M P E S T
roleplayed by dionysus
tempest is a large brute covered in a deep colored pelt. he was born deep in the forest away from the three packs, to a wolf by the name of ceres. ceres had been the member of the twisted bones until a run-in with a loner had her leaving the pack. once ceres fell pregnant, her mate fled for reasons she never expanded on. her pride got the best of her, so she decided to raise her litter on her own. taking over the role as the main provider for their small family proved tough on ceres. she was strict and harsh in raising her family, letting nature raise the pups over nurture.
when the pups eventually reached adulthood, there became a choice for tempest to make. his siblings kept close to their mother while he decided to explore on his own. he had no expectations of finding a pack or even a partner to thrive with, tempest simply wanted to expand his horizons. going through the trials and tribulations of adulthood, tempest had his fair share of fights and conflicts. with each interaction, the male has grown somewhat wiser and more callous and he found that he enjoyed the thrill of fighting for his life. what he's discovered in his travels is that he seeks to become stronger and more powerful, and the fastest way to do so is to find a pack, a pack which will offer him protection. he'll prove his loyalty and do whatever it takes to keep himself safe.
D U B H G H A L L
roleplayed by sassenach
This wolf is a very fierce individual, who was trained alongside his brother to help lead a pack as the War-Alpha. He is the son of an alpha and fought in many battles during a war in his own homeland. This wolf is very independent and does not need the support of another to survive on his own, though does prefer to be with a pack. Over the years, he has proven to be calculating and manipulative to anyone if he can use them to gain what he wants. It has been noted that he is larger and stronger than average wolves, easily able to look down on some of the largest wolves of average size.
roleplayed by forest
Nara is a dark wolf with a muddled past. She is clever and quick to anger in a way that suggests that anger was the only thing that kept her alive. While she is lean and small Nara is not weak. She knows how to fight and how to kill and will not hesitate to do either. She was the youngest in a large litter. Her parents were proud and ambitious wolves who constantly sought to elevate their status in the cut throat pack they resided within. Had Nara been the runt of the litter she would have never survived, but she wasn’t, that unfortunate title fell on her eldest sister Gael. Had Gael’s ice powers presented themselves later she would have died. Their parents would have let Gael wither away and starve. But their ambitious parents saw Gael as a weapon to further their power and status. Suddenly it was the rest of the litter that was withering away and starving. Gael was the only one that their parents would feed well, they didn’t care about the rest of the litter. As they reached the age of novices Gael, Nara, and their brother Teller were separated. Gael was given special training and treatment while Nara and Teller were left to fend for themselves and train themselves. From undernourishment in her puppyhood Nara was smaller than she would have been, so was Teller. The rest of the pack mercilessly attacked them and picked on them. That's when Nara discovered her own power. A horrible power that was more of a mockery than anything. Nara’s power begins and ends with pain. She gains ridiculous amounts of raw power with the more pain she gets put through. As she becomes injured and broken raw power is generated and released in whichever way Nara decides. It gives her great strength and speed or it could release in large cutting winds. But the injuries Nara sustains stay, they still damage, and still have the potential to kill her. Nara and Teller were subjected to horrendous treatment. Her life was a living nightmare. She learned to steal, lie, cheat, and survive. She would do anything to keep them alive. Teller was her only friend and her only family that really loved her. They even resembled each other, his black pelt reflecting her obsidian one, his amber eyes reflecting her light crimson ones. Nara became rugged and vicious. She gained the respect of the pack through pain and suffering, through fighting and killing. Finally when life was looking up for Nara and Teller Gael decided to ‘save them’. She decided that enough was enough and that she would save her tormented siblings. Gael accidentally started a civil war. A war which killed Teller. Nara snapped after Teller’s death, she slaughtered all who stood in her way until it was just Gael left standing. Gael who caused Teller’s death, Gael who lived her life sheltered and pampered, Gael who decided she would save them when she had no right to do so. Gael who ruined everything. The two sisters fought and almost died. Nara went one way and Gael went the other, hate filling both of their hearts. Nara’s obsidian pelt is still scarred from her childhood. She is still vicious and rugged and filled with hate. Gael took everything from her and she will never forget that. Nara is a beast of pain and suffering. It is all she has ever known. Teller had been the only light in her world and he is gone now. Nara is silent, watching others with unblinking crimson eyes. She does as she is told most of the time and with little complaint. Nara is an explosion that could go off at any moment. She is used to fighting to survive, beating others down so she could rise. Habits die hard. She is quick to fight and quick to anger. To those she loves she would fight an army of demons.
M O R G A N A
roleplayed by lost
"I want you to suffer as I suffered, to know what it's like to be alone and afraid, to be disgusted with who and what you are". Morgana's beauty never quite matched her heart. There was always something cradled there... Something dark, something sinister. She is tall and lean with rippling muscles beneath her thick pelt. Her fur is a rich, chocolate brown with a light, creamy color that rings her shoulders and highlights her back. Her eyes are a dull hazel, often emotionless unless lusting for blood. There was never a reason for Morgana's darkness. She was born with it inside of her, almost as though she had been possessed in the womb. She started killing for pleasure before she had even been taught to properly hunt, mutilating small animals like rabbits and squirrels until they were nothing but a pile of fur, flesh, and crushed bones. She killed her first wolf at barely a year old — a lonely, elderly brute who had befriended her. And yet, as she killed him and watch the light fade in his eyes, she only felt power and contentedness. No remorse. She had been raised as a loner with her family that consisted of her parents, a brother and sister, and a fresh litter of newly born pups to her mother. She's not sure how long she had dreamed of the day when she would take all of their lives one by one, but she had thought about it for as long as she could remember. It was a dark, twisted fantasy. She brought it to light one night, murdering her father, her mother, and two of the puppies before her brother attacked. She killed him too, but it was enough time for her sister Prim to grab the last pup and run. Morgana didn't care that they had escaped. She didn't care whether they lived or died. She just wanted the rush, the thrill. And she had gotten it. Their bonds meant nothing to her. She then slept. In the morning, she began traveling until she stumbled upon Twisted Bones, where she found many others who were alike in her mindset. She is cold, calculating, and distant, though insanely smart and perhaps a bit morbid. Does she care for her packmates? Maybe a little. But then again, she had loved her family, too, and she still took their lives just to fulfill some morbid fantasy. Getting to know her proves to be worthwhile, for a while at least, as her mind is a jewel, but it may be reckless, too, whenever her thoughts turn dark and twisted.
R E V E R A N T
roleplayed by forest
Toxic, green-yellow eyes glow from the darkness as a dark grey brute bursts from the shadows. The inside of his mouth is a startling obsidian with a glowing toxic green tongue, saliva dripping from it and sizzlin onto the ground. Reverant is a lean brute built for speed and agility. Just because he isn’t heavily built doesn’t mean he is small, in fact he is rather tall and lean, sometimes looking lanky and skinny. He is deceivingly strong. This fast paced and quirky brute has a knack for trouble and a certain lack of respect for the rules and those who enforce them. Reverant is a particular individual with a specific skill set. He is a wonderful tracker and hunter that has amazing endurance. Reverant has a love for causing pain and seeing what makes others tick. He enjoys making others angry and goading them into causing trouble. The oddest thing about this grey brute is his blood. Unlike other wolves Reverant bleeds a bright glowing green liquid that burns if gotten on the skin. His saliva also produces similar effects and if gotten in the eyes can temporarily blind others. Using his ability he has perfected a unique fighting style. He strikes fast and hard, many never seeing him coming. He only stays long enough to blind his opponents or sink his burning fangs into their hide before sprinting off again, hiding in the shadows. Reverant is ruthless and wild, loving to torture those weaker than him. He is loyal to his pack and very prideful, thinking that they deserve to rule over all the other packs.
M A U R A
roleplayed by aria
In Twisted Bones there is not room for the weak or disloyal. You live to die in serving the pack, end of story. Maura was taught this at a young age by her parents. They were well-known warriors with a very ruthless bloodline. Only the strong would breed and continue the lineage and the rest would disappeared ever to be since again. They show her only that there was no room for the compassion in the heart of the strong. At best it was tough love and the worse it was scolding nevertheless Maura learned there was simple no room for compassion. What remained was only ambition,loyal, and passed new stronger blood nothing matter in her heart much her mind. As she grew up, she learn that she also the ability to control ice ironically and over time master. Maura is quite the grim and heartless she-wolf and even known to pick fights for sport even now nothing has to meant her icy heart.
T E M P E S T
roleplayed by dionysus
tempest is a large brute covered in a deep colored pelt. he was born deep in the forest away from the three packs, to a wolf by the name of ceres. ceres had been the member of the twisted bones until a run-in with a loner had her leaving the pack. once ceres fell pregnant, her mate fled for reasons she never expanded on. her pride got the best of her, so she decided to raise her litter on her own. taking over the role as the main provider for their small family proved tough on ceres. she was strict and harsh in raising her family, letting nature raise the pups over nurture.
when the pups eventually reached adulthood, there became a choice for tempest to make. his siblings kept close to their mother while he decided to explore on his own. he had no expectations of finding a pack or even a partner to thrive with, tempest simply wanted to expand his horizons. going through the trials and tribulations of adulthood, tempest had his fair share of fights and conflicts. with each interaction, the male has grown somewhat wiser and more callous and he found that he enjoyed the thrill of fighting for his life. what he's discovered in his travels is that he seeks to become stronger and more powerful, and the fastest way to do so is to find a pack, a pack which will offer him protection. he'll prove his loyalty and do whatever it takes to keep himself safe.
D U B H G H A L L
roleplayed by sassenach
This wolf is a very fierce individual, who was trained alongside his brother to help lead a pack as the War-Alpha. He is the son of an alpha and fought in many battles during a war in his own homeland. This wolf is very independent and does not need the support of another to survive on his own, though does prefer to be with a pack. Over the years, he has proven to be calculating and manipulative to anyone if he can use them to gain what he wants. It has been noted that he is larger and stronger than average wolves, easily able to look down on some of the largest wolves of average size.
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P O E
roleplayed by lost
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before". Poe came into the world snarling and snapping, and she hasn't stopped since. Born the runt and only girl of the litter, Poe has always felt the need to make others look past her small size and see the terrifying force that she actually is. Poe is a small, lean femme with a coat of jet black — so black that in the light in glints blue. Her eyes are a startling blue, clear and cold like the inside of a glacier. She has a single white paw and long fangs that rest below her bottom lip. She is a storm, a wildfire, a hurricane. A fiery personality and a bite to match. Because she always tends to try and seem tough in first impressions, she always attacks first and asks questions later, though that's not unnatural for her pack. She relishes in her darker side, stomping out whatever compassion may stir up in her cold heart. She likes to collect the heads of birds — their skulls, specifically. She is intrigued by their beaks and their shape. Not only does she like to collect them, she can speak to birds as well. At first she only listened, thinking that perhaps she was crazy, but as she grew older she came to find that they could understand her as well. Poe is usually alone, though she does not necessarily like it being that way. She spends so much time trying to make others see her in a certain light that she pushes them away when they try to get to know the real her. That's not to say that she is not a dark, brooding, and feisty little thing — she was born with the blood boiling in her veins and an unbridled anger that came from nothing. However she's not always that way. She's not always frustrated, cynical, or dark. Sometimes... Sometimes she smiles. Sometimes she likes the feel of the sun on her fur. But to the rest of the world, she will always live in darkness.
9 moons
F R O S T
roleplayed by Fire
"These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." Frost was first born, and the largest of the siblings. His large stature and intense gaze makes most of his peers tuck tail and submit. Frost is a wolf of few words but his actions and presence say more than words ever could. He could be described as a rough black brute with one blue eye and one dark golden eye. Frost has a hunger for power and superiority, one that he can't and won't control. He would take down any-wolf who stands in his way. When he was a pup- he realized he didn't see the world the same as others...Frost can see aura's sounding all living things. Wolves, plants, other animals... it doesn't matter what it is. He can see the internal intentions of the living creature. This gift makes it hard for any wolf to deceive him. However, this is not his biggest secret. The thing that Frost hides deep within him is his love for his siblings... it could be the one weakness that could ruin him, so he tries to suppress and bury it.
9 moons
W I L D E
roleplayed by Forest
"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell." Wilde was born the middle child, the second son. He never wants to come in second ever again in his whole life. He burns with the desire to be the best, to be the one in the spotlight, to be the most terrible or most horrific. Wilde was born as the second son and will always live in the shadow of his older brother. His older brother who is bigger and stronger than him, his older brother that is better at everything. It drives Wilde mad. He cannot stand failing, cannot stand living in the shadow his brother casts. Wilde is tormented by his desire to be the best, his need for approval and attention. He cannot and will not live his life as a side character. It is his life. He will be the main character. He will be the hero. What makes everything worse is that he resembles his brother who he cannot overcome and his sister who will amount to nothing. His pelt is dark, resembling his siblings. His eyes a blue that is reflected in his sister's eyes. The only thing that is different about him is the white tip of his tail. Wilde works hard at everything he does, his desire to be better than others driving him to never stop working. Never stop fighting, never stop clawing his way to the top. Wilde takes everything seriously but nothing seriously. He uses humor to hide his pain, his disappointment in himself. No one will ever be as mean to him as Wilde is to himself. He uses humor and facade of apathy to hide his disappointment, to hide his crushed spirits. Wilde seems to take everything as a joke. He is known to goof off and joke around, often getting in trouble for his "I-give-no-sh*ts-attitude." He slacks when he fails, crushed that all his work amounted to nothing. Wilde is quick to anger, quick to prove himself. He can dish out biting remarks but can rarely take them, growing angry and vile. Wilde loves his siblings, he really does, but something inside him is twisting his emotions. He needs to surpass his brother, no matter what. He is harsh on his sister, wanting her to amount to something, as long as that something isn't better than him.
9 moons
P O E
roleplayed by lost
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before". Poe came into the world snarling and snapping, and she hasn't stopped since. Born the runt and only girl of the litter, Poe has always felt the need to make others look past her small size and see the terrifying force that she actually is. Poe is a small, lean femme with a coat of jet black — so black that in the light in glints blue. Her eyes are a startling blue, clear and cold like the inside of a glacier. She has a single white paw and long fangs that rest below her bottom lip. She is a storm, a wildfire, a hurricane. A fiery personality and a bite to match. Because she always tends to try and seem tough in first impressions, she always attacks first and asks questions later, though that's not unnatural for her pack. She relishes in her darker side, stomping out whatever compassion may stir up in her cold heart. She likes to collect the heads of birds — their skulls, specifically. She is intrigued by their beaks and their shape. Not only does she like to collect them, she can speak to birds as well. At first she only listened, thinking that perhaps she was crazy, but as she grew older she came to find that they could understand her as well. Poe is usually alone, though she does not necessarily like it being that way. She spends so much time trying to make others see her in a certain light that she pushes them away when they try to get to know the real her. That's not to say that she is not a dark, brooding, and feisty little thing — she was born with the blood boiling in her veins and an unbridled anger that came from nothing. However she's not always that way. She's not always frustrated, cynical, or dark. Sometimes... Sometimes she smiles. Sometimes she likes the feel of the sun on her fur. But to the rest of the world, she will always live in darkness.
9 moons
F R O S T
roleplayed by Fire
"These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." Frost was first born, and the largest of the siblings. His large stature and intense gaze makes most of his peers tuck tail and submit. Frost is a wolf of few words but his actions and presence say more than words ever could. He could be described as a rough black brute with one blue eye and one dark golden eye. Frost has a hunger for power and superiority, one that he can't and won't control. He would take down any-wolf who stands in his way. When he was a pup- he realized he didn't see the world the same as others...Frost can see aura's sounding all living things. Wolves, plants, other animals... it doesn't matter what it is. He can see the internal intentions of the living creature. This gift makes it hard for any wolf to deceive him. However, this is not his biggest secret. The thing that Frost hides deep within him is his love for his siblings... it could be the one weakness that could ruin him, so he tries to suppress and bury it.
9 moons
W I L D E
roleplayed by Forest
"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell." Wilde was born the middle child, the second son. He never wants to come in second ever again in his whole life. He burns with the desire to be the best, to be the one in the spotlight, to be the most terrible or most horrific. Wilde was born as the second son and will always live in the shadow of his older brother. His older brother who is bigger and stronger than him, his older brother that is better at everything. It drives Wilde mad. He cannot stand failing, cannot stand living in the shadow his brother casts. Wilde is tormented by his desire to be the best, his need for approval and attention. He cannot and will not live his life as a side character. It is his life. He will be the main character. He will be the hero. What makes everything worse is that he resembles his brother who he cannot overcome and his sister who will amount to nothing. His pelt is dark, resembling his siblings. His eyes a blue that is reflected in his sister's eyes. The only thing that is different about him is the white tip of his tail. Wilde works hard at everything he does, his desire to be better than others driving him to never stop working. Never stop fighting, never stop clawing his way to the top. Wilde takes everything seriously but nothing seriously. He uses humor to hide his pain, his disappointment in himself. No one will ever be as mean to him as Wilde is to himself. He uses humor and facade of apathy to hide his disappointment, to hide his crushed spirits. Wilde seems to take everything as a joke. He is known to goof off and joke around, often getting in trouble for his "I-give-no-sh*ts-attitude." He slacks when he fails, crushed that all his work amounted to nothing. Wilde is quick to anger, quick to prove himself. He can dish out biting remarks but can rarely take them, growing angry and vile. Wilde loves his siblings, he really does, but something inside him is twisting his emotions. He needs to surpass his brother, no matter what. He is harsh on his sister, wanting her to amount to something, as long as that something isn't better than him.
9 moons
N A M E
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D A K O T A
roleplayed by Kenai
Dakota is a classic case of being in the wrong place and getting involved with the "wrong" crowd. He had nowhere to go when his parents were killed by rouge wolves. He wandered until he stumbled across the wolves of Twisted Bones and decided to just hide in the background and make his home within the ranks. Dakota can be described as a simple looking brute. Silver and White pelt with a cream underbelly and chocolate brown markings across his hind legs. His midnight blue eyes shining with a mixture of fear, determination, and a fierce will to live and survive. This pup has been through a lot in a short amount of time and has the scars across his eyes and snout to prove it. The wolves that killed his parents turned on him, but determined he was too weak to survive on his own and left him to die. Dakota has developed quite a few walls in response and has reached a point where he'll tear down anyone in his way. Under all the layers and walls is a sweet boy that just wishes to find a new family and someone who accepts him. He doesn't really care where he has to go, or who it is. He just wants to be a normal pup again.
5 moons
roleplayed by Kenai
Dakota is a classic case of being in the wrong place and getting involved with the "wrong" crowd. He had nowhere to go when his parents were killed by rouge wolves. He wandered until he stumbled across the wolves of Twisted Bones and decided to just hide in the background and make his home within the ranks. Dakota can be described as a simple looking brute. Silver and White pelt with a cream underbelly and chocolate brown markings across his hind legs. His midnight blue eyes shining with a mixture of fear, determination, and a fierce will to live and survive. This pup has been through a lot in a short amount of time and has the scars across his eyes and snout to prove it. The wolves that killed his parents turned on him, but determined he was too weak to survive on his own and left him to die. Dakota has developed quite a few walls in response and has reached a point where he'll tear down anyone in his way. Under all the layers and walls is a sweet boy that just wishes to find a new family and someone who accepts him. He doesn't really care where he has to go, or who it is. He just wants to be a normal pup again.
5 moons
N A M E
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