Post by lost on Mar 26, 2020 20:12:21 GMT
a r s i n o e — played by lost
All Arsinoe remembers is waking up on a river bank, soaked through her fur and coughing up water. She remembers an intense pain thrashing in her head as though her brain were trying to escape it. She knows nothing from before then. She didn't know her name, where she had come from, or what had happened to her. Had someone pushed her into the river? Had she fallen? Did she have a family? Although she knows nothing of her history, it was not a sad one up until the point of her accident. She was born in Sundance Meadows to a loner that had come to their camp for aid. When she was born, the pack had called her Willa. Her mother left Willa and her brothers with the pack, believing that it would give them a better life than the one of a loner. When Willa and her brothers, Atka and Kono, were five moons old, they left camp and went to inspect the overflowing river after a bout of storms. Unfortunately the bank was brittle and Willa slipped in and was immediately washed away, though Atka tried to save her unsuccessfully. She nearly drown, and hit her head on a boulder beneath the water. Before she lost consciousness, she was swept up onto the river bank in loner territory, and that's where her story truly begins. Now known as Arsinoe, she is a completely different wolf, as though the accident woke something inside of her. She is pretty small inside with a lithe frame, her fur hugging close to her body. Most of her fur is gray, darker around her ears, muzzle, legs, and tail. Her paws and the tip of her tail, and a small spot on her back are a lighter, pretty silver. She has bright, golden eyes, full of curiosity and wonder, though mostly for more sinister things. Upon waking, Arsinoe also found that she had a gift. She can grow plants, though her specialty is in those that are poisonous. Arsinoe was raised in the ways of an assassin by (name here). She is terribly good at what she does and she relishes at a clean kill. You wouldn't know that such a dark spirit could reside in little Arsinoe, because she when she is around those she loves she will be like a pup — she's entergetic, playful, and a light in the dark. As soon as you place her around outsiders, she's regal — stoic and watchful, her golden eyes unwavering and cold. Her two personalities battle within her, but she contains them well. She never has even an inkling of the life before her incident, though the life of a shadowy killer seems to suit her just fine.
s h a y — played by forest
“Whats a mob to a king, a king to a god, a god to a non-believer?” Ghostly ice blue eyes stare out of the darkness, an echo of what perhaps never was. A fear, like nothing you have ever felt before, rips through you. It cripples you, it stuns you. Deathly sharp claws glint in the low light and razor sharp fangs gleam. “Demons are like obedient dogs, they come when called.” A stunning fea steps out of the darkness. She moves with a lethal grace only the most experienced killers gain. You have a moment to wonder at how a female with such a silvery pelt could melt out of the darkness. “Hell is empty and the devils are here.” You try to run but she is faster; you try to fight but she is stronger; it is hopeless. “Better to rule in hell than serve in heaven.” In the end she steals your life and you die like countless others. Shay is a ghost in the darkness moving silently over the ground, a phantom stalking at the periphery. She is a silent killer, a bringer of death and pain. “The greatest trick the devil pulled was convincing the world there was only one of her.” Like a thief in the night she moves undetected, going places she shouldn’t go, seeing things she shouldn’t see, hearing things not meant for her ears. Shay feels no remorse for those she has killed but does not find a joy in killing. She does it simply because she can and because she is good at it. Shay handles tricky situations with ease and grace. Challenges are there to simply be overcome. “Beware the broken girls. They’ve learned to survive with shards of glass under their skin. Glittering, sharp, and beautiful - and they will watch you bleed.” Shay is not quick to emotion, she thinks this over calmly, always a step ahead. Shay knows her abilities, she knows what she is capable of and she seeks to constantly overcome her limits. Killing is an art and she has mastered it, lying a game she loves to win. Yet it is not her skills on the battlefield or her hidden presence that is the most lethal, it is her mind. Shay is leathally clever and coldly calculating. “The gods have given you one face, and yet you make yourself another.” She knows the cruelty of life and intends to win. Shay has always been alone, wandering in the shadows and moonless nights. She is patient, often playing the long game no one has foreseen. Shay refuses to let the world define her. She does what she wants, whenever she wants and damn the consequences. She will be who she wants to be and she will not let the world tell her that she is wrong, that she needs to change. “They say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons and my darling, you were so kind and beautiful before they dragged you to hell.” Shay is accepting of all no matter their past or present. Killers thieves, liars, traitors, lovers, healers, the selfless and the selfish. As long as you are true to who you are and who you want to be then she will accept you. Shay is persistent and can be persuasive. Why bother killing when you can get someone to do it for you? Pinning Shay down to get straight answers out of her is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. She is a secretive one yet not completely emotionless. She would do anything for those she loves. She is not below fighting dirty or having others fight her battles for her. Pride is useless, a weapon others can wield against you. Shay is a silent killer, a lover, a tactician, a fighter, a liar and so many other things. She is always watching, counting the steps until your downfall. “You may be king but watch the queen conquer.”
a m a r a n t h — played by lost
Amaranth is a show-stopping fea, easy on the eyes but painful when she bites. She has tall, slender legs and lean muscles shape her frame. Her face, back, and socks on her paws are a chocolate brown, while the underside of her body — her chin, neck, stomach, and upper legs are all a pale cream. The fur throughout her tail and mane are a rusty-brown red. Her eyes are a deep gold, burning with a playful but dangerous fire. Amaranth has always been a little more on the wild side — leaves stuck her fur, mud on her face, thorns stuck in her tail. She has a mouth that knows no filter and a bite as bad as her bark. She’s not necessarily mean, but she isn’t great at holding back her thoughts or feelings, and if someone threatens her, they may as well tuck tail and run in the opposite direction. She is extremely out-spoken and always makes sure everyone knows her opinion... and they best follow it if they know what’s good for them. Amaranth’s past starts out a little foggy, as if she can see it in bits and pieces, but she doesn’t quite understand what is happening. In truth, Amaranth was born in Northern Sea, the younger daughter of the alpha, Mourn, and his mate, Amity. For reasons unknown to all but Amity herself, the moment that Amaranth and her sister, Mac, were born, Amity stole away with Amaranth and left the pack secretly in the middle of the night without warning, leaving both Amaranth’s father and sister behind. Amaranth doesn’t know about her missing family or the status of her blood, though she comes from a family rich in history. All she remembers from growing up is living out in the wilderness with her mother and, unbeknownst to her, adopted father. You can connect the dots. As she got older, Amaranth grew wilder still. She could never settle down or stay in one place for long — her heart and spirit would never allow it.
s i l v i u s — played by fireflight
A shadow among shadows, Silvius is the embodiment of death being just out of sight. He's has the ability to make himself one with the forest. Silvius is a 'forest demon' who has been cursed to walk among the living commoners of the world. In darkness, the only thing you'll see before he kills you is the glow of his red eyes. His very teeth are stained yellow from the years of blood that have soaked them. He is a large brute, his fur looks more like vines and grass that have intertwined and merged to form a wolf-like creature. He is strictly a killing machine, he knows not of kindness or love. His sole purpose and motivation is to kill and reek havoc among the world. If Silvius is after you....don't let your guard down for just a moment, for that will be the moment he strikes.
m a r t i n — played by fawn
“Honey, you should see me in a crown.” A creation of sin and the embodiment of darkness. The moment Martin was born the world had seemed to darken. The once clear night sky had been filled with dark ominous clouds the air dropping to a bone chilling eeriness. His birth was long and trying. There was blood, so much blood. Born into a sea of red, the young pup took his first breath in the world his mother took her last. Born to the world with no blood ties and no one around to help the pup it had seemed that he would be following his mother to the afterlife. It was then that numerous sets of red glowing eyes appeared in the shadows of the makeshift den the dead femme had found to give birth in. The dark shadowy beasts emerged from the shadows and surrounded the two bodies and in a swirl of darkness the shadowy figures were gone and so was the pup leaving behind the now deceased femme in the den. Moons had passed and the wolf pup had seemingly vanished. Unknown to the world a darkness was growing in the shadows. Twelve moons had passed before the pup reappeared into the world. Though he was no longer a pup. A tall slender brute with pale orange fur cloaked over his lithe frame where in sunlight it seems to take on a reddish tint. His otherworldly eyes seemingly always narrowed into a snarky manner. His left eye a jade green while his left a hauntingly eerie purple always shining with mischief. A dark brown almost charcoal grey gnarled thorn crown artfully placed atop his head. Upon first glance at the brute he doesn’t appear to be much of a threat. He exudes charm and is a master of words and persuasion. He seems to be a very trustworthy wolf if that's what he wants you to think. Underneath this facade Martin is a cold heartless wolf. Willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. One could say he has a dark king complex. The desire to rule over everyone by fear or force. That's what his first victims thought. A small band of wolves had ‘stumbled’ upon Martin who had claimed he’d been attacked by another wolf and had just made it out with his life. The tiny pack took in Martin and helped him recover from his injuries. A moon after he’d eaten the heart of on the wolves while the others had gone. When they had come back Martin was gone and the heartless wolf was the only thing that remained the heart nowhere to be found. The wind that wove through the trees seemed to whisper a chilling, “The demon king is back”. Tales are whispered about the orange demon that stalks the night raised by hellhounds and born through death. Though those that speak the tales don't know whether to believe them or not.
g r a v e s — played by lost
“Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories.” Graves will swear he wasn’t always the way he is now, cross his heart and hope to die. But things happen and unfortunately some of those things lead us down a darker path than we ever could have imagined. Graves is a wolf that is medium in stature, perhaps a bit small for a brute. His fur is a mixture of dark grays and bright whites, messy and unkempt. His eyes are a violent lavender, cold with hatred but also burning with a passionate fire heated by betrayal. Black horns creep from his head, short and curved at the ends. Graves was born and raised in Northern Sea — perhaps one of their most loyal warriors. He grew up beside his brother, Jett, and his sister, Sable, as close as siblings could be. As Graves worked his way up the ranks from a pup to a young warrior, his talents nor his heart were ignored by his alpha, Mourn. Eventually, Graves was appointed beta, the future leader of Northern Sea. He was over the moon, riding on a high. He had a beautiful mate, Freya, and he looked forward to raising a family with her. Anyone that knew him would say it, though. Graves was hot-headed and maybe a little too ambitious. He never liked the fact that Mourn was so warm toward the new packs that were finding themselves around the lake. Graves believed they needed it all to themselves. Still, he worked hard as their beta and most of the wolves would have been happy to see him become their leader one day. That was until tragedy struck Northern Sea. A bear, early from hibernation. It found its way into their camp and nearly killed one of their pregnant mothers. Mourn, the selfless alpha that he was, gave up his life to kill the bear. He needn’t have done so, however. Graves had seen the bear attack. He had watched Mourn fight with his life, and in the end, give it all up to save his pack mate — all while Graves watched from the shadows. He could have helped, but he chose to wait and see what happened. To let fate decide whether or not Mourn should continue on as alpha, or if his reign was done. Graves destiny was so close he could almost taste it. Until... until Mourn appointed his young daughter, Mac, as alphess, instead of Graves. Enraged, without a shred of despair for his leader’s death, Graves swore that he would never be loyal to Northern Sea again, and he ran, leaving behind his family and his mate. And that’s the thing about Graves... he swears this betrayal made him dark, but the truth is that it was always there. Waiting, watching, quietly stirring. But the moment he set paw out of his home, his heart froze over and his soul began to rot from the inside. Graves holds many of his old qualities — he’s stubborn, brave, perhaps a little quick to act and reckless. But he’s gained so much more as well, mostly a hatred that is slowly killing him like a disease.
w r e n — played by dionysus
wren's got a fiery and abrasive personality that matches her appearance. the she-wolf is a mix of browns and reds stretched over a lean, battle-hardened frame. wren's beginnings started in a valley, born within a deeply religious pack. they spent their time surviving and worshiping a witch that claimed the forest as her domain. when it was discovered wren and her sister had been blessed with a abilities, their pack sent them to be accepted with the witch. while the witch was enamored at the gifts bestowed to her by the pack, she would only take one of the two sisters. wren spent many moons training under the witch, until there was nothing more for her to learn. the two parted ways, leaving wren to roam on her own.