OPEN FOR APPS ?! wolf pack ! [ group rp, limited spots ]

[Sorrel]

Will this group be interacting with the warrior games or is it completely separate?

[Alpha Kratt]

LET ME IN JAHSJZNAJZJANAJSISJW

WOLVES ARE LIKE MY ON OF MY TOP TIER ANIMALS MAN

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[member=98]Sorrel[/member] its a completely different world, so seperate from the warriors/main game! Why do you ask? c:

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Requirements for joining:

• High activity. I say this because I expect it from everyone, and if everyone is active and you are not, then we're left with a bunch of flooded members. Not fun for anyone! I want to make sure everyone can stay caught up with this!
  
  
• Open minded and willingness to cooperate with others! Any fights should be solved face to face, with the alpha present (ooc), don't let things blow up. If your feelings are hurt, let us know! I'm sure no one meant to hurt you.
  
  
• Ability to stay involved in the plot. Things may not always move ridiculously fast, and for those slow moments I need to know you guys are willing to stick it out and hang around. That doesn't mean you have to be active all the time and shoot off hundreds of replies, but please don't just drop out!
  
  
• No kissing and dissing! No one likes this, if applying you're saying you are here to stay unless something forbids you or you decide to leave (with good reason).
  
  
• I would love for all those joining to become close to one another. We're running a pack together, and hopefully a long term roleplay. This should make room for long term friendships and shoulders to lean on! Which is why I have created a discord for all accepted members of this group!
  
  
• Please remember that everyone may not get in! But this does not mean you won't ever get into the group! I expect to hold slots for loners being introduced to the pack as well as pups from characters!

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Your application:
Name: (what you would like to be called)
Activity: (scale of 1-10, please reconsider applying if your activity is low!)
Why you want to join: (Why you should be considered, and how determined you are to make this role play last.)
Ideas for the roleplay?: (any current ideas for future plot, or what you would like to see. not required.)
Discord Account?: (this can be pm’d to me, if you would rather keep it private. It also isn’t necessary! But I am hoping the majority of us can be present in the chat, so we all have a place to chat and have fun! not required.)

Character application:

Name: (No warriors names! Can be made up. See inuit names for inspiration! Names should not be the same as any of the territory, or gods)
Gender:
Position: (Beta, Gamma, Omega, Dam)
Back up position: (Beta, Gamma, Omega, Dam | in case the position you want has been taken/filled)
Character Appearance: (you can leave an image here, but it is much preferred that you type something up! Make your character unique. Be sure to include eye color.)
Personality: (Think up something good! Something you can develop and learn from! And please, no mary sues!)
History: (this one won’t be judged too harshly, but it’s a good way to make your character solid and give the rest of us something to go off of!)
If Gamma do you want an apprentice?: (yes/no or yes npc)
If omega do you want a mentor?: (yes or yes npc)
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Please be sure to save your forms before posting them here in case they are lost in the site transfer or if the site goes down!

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Ping List: [member=130]demense.[/member] [member=2071]Rocky[/member] [member=2189]mystigraf[/member] [member=28]crows[/member] [member=2224]vincent[/member]  [member=2200]Wafture[/member] [member=2235]faux[/member]  [member=2158]videnda[/member] [member=1268]Kyley[/member] [member=2]eskie[/member] [member=2474]ollie[/member] [member=2185]aesthete[/member]  [member=1873]Alpha Kratt[/member]  [member=98]Sorrel[/member]

application has been posted if you guys would like to get started filling it out!

[silver]

[align=center][div style=" width: 400px; color:#262626;"][justify][size=8pt]is this still open? i kinda missed the boat whoopsies //sweats
if so i'm really interested! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[remmutt]

yeah! Any one can apply, Ill pick members when all apps are finished! c:
Will probably assign an end date later!

[vincent]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#000;"][size=8pt][font=verdana]i'm tempted, but i have regents to focus on next week, so i won't be on as much. Gotta figure out my activity level for the summer

[remmutt]

feel free to still apply! uvu if you want, you can add that you want to be added at a later date, since there will be openings later on for others to join!

the activity requirement is just there so that others get a feel of how much they should be on, but no ones expected to be on the majority of the day or even all day! but check in's every day, or perhaps a small post everyday would be the best option. ovo

the actual thread may not even be up until after next week, so keep that in mind as well!

[Medusa]

Your application:
Name: Kyley is fine love c:
Activity: 8-10, I do have a full-time job until college starts, but I am always active.
Why you want to join: This whole world, the lore, the history and the wolves themselves sound soo... amazingly indifferent and I've never been one to kiss and diss because for all the treads I've created in the past on FF I've always wanted them to last but unfortunately they never did, the only RP that managed to keep going for a long time was a werewolf rp set in Greece called Olympus. So I know what you expect in this realm of wolves, and I will do my best to meet everyone - this rp piques my interest on so many levels and wolves are my life. So, allow me to introduce my little ball of mess, Poltergeist.
Ideas for the roleplay?: hmm, at the moment I don't have anything too interesting. Although, when I do (and I'm sure I will) I will be sure to throw it out there!
Discord Account?: I'm probably going to make a separate account for Poltergeist, so yeah. Prob be on that account in RP and chats.

Character application:

Name: Poltergeist Xochitl Tombstone
Gender: Female
Position: Beta
Back up position: Gemma
Character Appearance: Main pigment: Rich gold | Markings: As if the fifth planet threw up on her she's a mesh of swirls and twirls of caramel and flushed white | Scars: She has many, some parade the eternity of her chest, travel along her right shoulder and cascade down her back - although these scars are hidden beneath thick golden tresses, there is one in particular that stands out. The pink emblem lays upon her left cheek, running down to the top of her mouth and sliced through her lips to abruptly end at her chin.

Voice reference: Angelina Jolie

The silken seamstress of gold beams of sunrise with caramel and white hues strewn violently across sky canvas. First the color of pure light, warm and radiant with the oily glow of satin shine whose luminescence tapers to the dark mantled cosmos of night's fathomless brigade - like the galactic milky way her coat is seen in swirls.

Her eyes swallow and consume, their crimson doused pits with slits of onyx sapience warding off those who cannot resist her enigma, and coercing them further into a deathly grasp alike.

A titanic being. A monstrous Goliath. She stands proud and tall, her own paws mimicking her enormous mass and her jowls only harboring incisors that could rip trough steel. She's a large one, never once a runt in her litter. Her tail is long, it grazes a tiny bit of the earth as she walks. Her stature is filled with muscles, yet lean and shaped like an hourglass - feminine muscle fragments sewn underneath a slender and angelic physique.
Personality: Can you hear them?

If I asked to peel away your skin in order to look inside of you, to see what makes you function...would you? Would you trust me enough? Would you allow yourself to place the very fabric of your existence in my hands, ergo leaving your menial yet precious life to fate's list of casualties? Every piece of frayed flesh, each perfected stitch, the exquisite bruising whilst the laceration heals; she is a surgeon above all else, her power that of both invasion and rebirth. With acute precision comes decay of the mind, the forever sought-after ne plus ultra narrowly elluding a grasp both persistant and harrowing. What tender rose with petals afray; she is soft to the eyes, ears, nose, and touch. Even her saliva has been said to taste faintly of unnamed ambrosia. She will never instigate the initial slight. She will never lose composure. She is a frighteningly still millpond midst a thousand burning bushes and it requires great lengths to coax unto her the beast laying ever restful beneath beauteous, covetous facet. Her youth tainted with cynicism; it is nihility which comforts her, the pull of nothingness through thought and sensation that calms the vicious urges barely quelled therewithin. A sadist; a masochist, pain fascinates her and for this she is ashamed. Death creates lust in her, the eroticism of darkness and decay withall painting unto her senses the concept of completion, of walking into the arms of eternal sleep without flight or fight. Somehow, beneath the folds of stoicism and waning philosophies she seeks pure, unadulterated catharsis. Just like the ghoul her pardons of guns and roses lie solely on the devil's head. She's manifested into something far worse than a sinner, than a succubus, she's labeled the siren in the night.

Poltergeist is driven mad, voices haunt her, things she cannot see but hear. Thy come to her in her dreams, ergo she rarely sleeps, she suffers from schizophrenia paranoia, a condition she has lived with throughout her entire life. This drives her insane, a demented and deranged woman, she will say heinous things and act out in ways that come off as demonic but over the years she has learned to tame those demons inside her head. Every once in a while they'll come crawling back to the surface, whispering the unknown in her ears and no one else can hear them, which again labels her crazy. But even with this mental disorder, she succumbs from the darkness and fetches her sovereignty counterpart - thus shoving those hellish voices to the side and focusing on her packs needs. Even if sometimes those hissing voices come back to haunt her... to torment her... While she has her own demons to tether with, she is ever so independent and refuses to accept a helping hand from anyone.

She is literally the mouth-like gateway to both everything and nothingness, and her reach, both kinetic and metaphysical, is frighteningly grand.

Those who wish to escape the sheer precision of her honed psyche and temptingly merciless sagacity must build walls, moats, and carve deep rivers in order to keep such invasive intuition at bay.

Mistake not her generosity, and kindness. Queenly and mindful, she is highly attuned to the emotions and needs of others. Fairness, and justice, are held dear to her beneath the seething waves of depths rarely foretold.

Through years of individualized and unique self inflicted and intrinsic discipline her deepest desire is to purge the suffering that plagues her, and oft seeks to perform the same for those who surround her.

Like a wandering entity - a lost ghost found roaming listlessly with an empty purpose. Lingering in the mixed worlds of life and death until their work is completed, oddities and estranged behavior doused the young maiden. Beauty, a work of art she drowns in idolized admiration. While she has a habit of belittling herself, and perhaps contradicting herself in some sense. She finds herself to be a repulsive beast, being born the only child with the odd coloration compared to her siblings who predominately held the colors of alabaster and obsidian ashes passed down from either parent. Admiring those whom she would deem to uphold the hostelry of beauty and glamor, Poltergeist is quiet, silenced envious goddess keeping to herself with a small abrasion. Haunting like a lost ghost. She only speaks when being spoken too, yet given her silver-tongued era if she wants to be heard she will be heard. If she wants to cry, she will cry. If she wants to yell, she will yell. If she wants to skin you alive, dissect you and hang you from a tree by your innards, then she will. A spool of darkness defined in a reserved, hardly reclusive essence of serene tranquility entangled in her golden tresses. With her questions stirring left and right, her facade conjures an expression almost impossible to read, decorating in a blank, stoic apathetic expression.

She holds a fierce-some dark about her person, one that taunts any whom oppose her to feel the wrath of a damsel shrouded in misery and yet pristine bliss.
History: Her fathers point-of-view about his daughter:

The sheer power in this girl...how was a father to truly reckon so early on? The signs were there, but all men who adore their kin do anything for their happiness, no matter the cost. Mad, no? I sacrificed everything for her, and she demanded more, and rightfully so.

Surely you wonder why I side with my betrayer, and the answer is simple. Her answer was forever pure, forever anointed with the sacred oils of unrelenting truth, and whatever prophecy came from her lips, be it lyrical or the spitting of a viper, all who knew her well wisely revered her omens.

Omens...how can I even reduce them to that. Whatever she uttered, would eventually come true. Either my daughter really could foretell the future, or even more frightening, she could bend the very universe to each whim she machinated. But such is the desperate speculation of a tired, senile old man, for my daughter, too, was a wise and modest woman, generous, compassionate.

But wrong her, and her cold distance would fester like a seed, and she would surely watch with a semblance of deep, repressed pleasure as they who took her for granted writhed without her divining presence. She was destined for greater things. Grander things.

She would steal away in the night, silent with a glacial breeze and darkness in her wake (so fitting of her, so appropriately my beautiful daughter), only this time never to return. Even now, I truly believe it was not she who forsook us, but us unto she, ergo, she would search to find the ultimate source of her miraculous gifts. How I long for her happiness.

How I long for her safety. How I long for her to find what she so desperately sought.

Before she came to the pack:

Birthed, trained, humbled, and then inflated by two distant but mindful parents, she became the woman she is within the near utopian confines of a seaside desert tribe with rich unearthly heritage. She never sought to be isolated in her childhood, but it was discernible from her evocative, heeding, and strangely independent nature that the others in her generation would find the young woman hard to assess. Gifted in the ways of the seer and masterful in dominating the more volatile elements within herself, she would, in the years that followed, earn the recognition of the tribe's spiritual leaders.

And eventually, on the sixth sun cycle after her entrance into the world, she would be given the title of High Shamaness, the youngest in over a century. There was, growing within her, a ruthless and idealistic sense of justice she felt she must fulfill, and she also found herself wary of the idea of staying in one place for the rest of her finite existence. She would observe her own tribe now rife with the seedlings of resentment, knowing how much they sinned each day by wasting their potential. Sometimes she almost longed for death, for the release of her soul into the great beyond, to at last become one with the great mystery that would certainly envelope them all after their long journey of fleshly becoming.

Her mind was sharp, senses honed, intuition a ceaseless ethereal machine, but they would never be enough if she confined herself to one life, one way, one ending. She, without emotion, announced her plan of embarking on a trek of new truths to her tribe, and they gave her no rebuttal for the decision. When she set out that night the next full moon graced the skies, her father wept for her eventual and safe. But perhaps she was never to return. There was a world out there, a world that suffered and thrived and constantly shifted within the sands of time and circumstance. She wondered if it was wrongful to feel such wanderlust. Yet to deny it would be an insult to her craft.

For months she remained alone, by then a great distance separating her from what was once her entire origin. At last, she washed up upon the shores, exhausted and invigorated, sensing the seeds of chaos even from afar, each aging border laced in a harrowing omen of ripened malevolent energy. There was a budding fruit of fear within her for what she would encounter. And yet, she entered despite this. Fear is only feasted upon by the feeble.

Which brings her to the pack she is so whole-heartedly loyal too.
If Gamma do you want an apprentice?: She would quite possibly be annoyed by their presence, but willing to train them so yes.
If omega do you want a mentor?: No, if she ends up an omega she will refuse to take shelter under the wings of a mentor.