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Fantasy Darkwood {Werewolves CS}

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Wolfiee

Tiny cat gremlin
❝ The Darkwood Wolves❞
introduction.


Welcome

In this town of Darkwood all are welcomed. The town is a friendly welcoming bunch that have lived here most if not all their lives. There’s plenty to do in this town and the vast woods give it a sort of mysterious atmosphere. Well if you’d like to join this little town there’s plenty for you to do!
premise.

In the sleepy little town of Darkwood everything is usually peaceful and serene. That is until a stranger unknowingly comes into town in the dead of night. Now rumors are floating about that wolves live among them setting the towns folk on edge. While nerves are flared a sudden death tips the scales into a full blown wolf hunt. With townsfolk turning on one another it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes to light.

rules.

RULE.All RpNation rules apply here.

RULE.Please no Mary or Gary sues. You have free range to make your character however you please so be imaginative!

RULE.Please wait to start plotting until I’ve accepted your character(s).

RULE.I will not tolerate any bullying or discrimination of any kind in my thread. If I see it or am informed of it you are out. This is out of character and if your character in character makes it excessive you will stop.

dramatis personae.

ROLE.The pack.
A pack of werewolves who live within the town all dispersed as to not draw attention to themselves. The pack meets every full moon or any time a problem arises for them. They are connected by their Wolf bond always able to recognize one another and others like them. They mainly try and blend in to their town taking regular jobs needed around their small town.
The Alpha - Daniel Rexroad
The Beta -
The Healer -
Regular pack -
ROLE.The townsfolk.
These are the standard members of the town. These people have been there since the town was first built so many generations have since passed and continue living in the town. The town also consists of some new blood every now and then. Many of the towns folk have their suspicions about the werewolves within however most are blissfully ignorant of the wolves. It is possible some might be werewolves but you must ask first.
The Mayor -

The Police Chief -

The Baker -

The Shop Owner -

Regular Townsfolk -

ROLE.The Hunters.
These are the werewolf hunters who occasionally come into town often following a rogue wolf. Though there are several families within the town who’ve been there since the beginning. These hunters are trying to figure out who all is a werewolf within their town. It’s unknown what they plan to do with the knowledge they learn. They are human and can not be a werewolf.
The Lead Hunter -
Second in Command -
The Medic -
Standard Hunters -
Newbie Hunters



— Some of us Howl in the moonlight.



You can use any form you so wish for your character(s). All I ask is that it includes this list of required information.

Realistic image(No art!)(werewolf image is not needed)
Name
Gender
Sexuality
Rank/Role
Age
Crush
Personality(can just be bullet points)
History(short and sweet if you’d like)


WEREWOLVES ARE CLOSED! I am no longer accepting any wolves at this time. Hunters and regular towns folk are needed though! Also no you can not make a regular townsfolk or Hunter a secret werewolf.

WOLVES ARE CLOSED NO LONGER TAKING ANY MORE WEREWOLVES

The Wolves:
The Alpha -
•Reserved
The Beta -
•Michael Ragnvard
The Healer -
•Brandish Rexroad
Regular pack -
•Mask Tamashi
•Tamzin Rexroad
•Amber Einar
•Ronan Drax
•Ragnar Ragnvard
•Farosh, Aron II

The Townsfolk:
The Mayor -
•Open (Npc until filled)
The Police Chief -
•Ivy Carson
The Baker -
•Arya Woods
The Shop Owners -

•Keito

Regular Townsfolk -
•Gabriel Volkan

The Hunters:
The Lead Hunter -
•Open
Second in Command -
•Adrian
The Medic -
•Juno Dimalanta
Standard Hunters -
•Abby Foster
Newbie Hunters-


The Stranger:
NPC
 
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Sanctuaryforall1

Pyrrha Nikos Lives On
WIP!!! Tamzin, Brandish, and Amber are done!



❝ Tamzin Rexroad-Enora. ❞

"Showing forgiveness isn't weakness, it is strength and wisdom. It is a necessary step towards healing."

❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— Tamzin Rene Rexroad-Enora
【nickname(s)】— Tam
【gender】— Female
【age】— 28
【sexuality】— Bisexual
【d.o.b.】— May 14th
【race】Lycanthrope

❝ background. ❞
Unlike many of the other members of the pack, Tamzin was not born in this territory or into this pack. Tamzin's place of birth is actually up in the wilds of Alaska and the Canadian wilderness. Her pack lived in peace with the people of the town that was within their territory and oftentimes they even kept the town safe from violent lone werewolves and other dangerous beasts. They were honored protectors of the town and the natives who lived in it viewed them as friends and allies. Suddenly one-day, several members of the pack including Tamzin's mother went out on a run and didn't come back. Tamzin's father (the alpha) set out on a patrol to find the missing pack members and as they neared the western edge of the territory they found a slaughter as they had never seen before. The missing members of the pack lay dead in the crimson snow, their forms mutilated by the obvious torture they were forced to endure before death took them. In the center of the clearing, Selena hung from a tree, gutted like an animal with wounds and burns mutilating her body, a brand across her chest marking her as a monster. Tamzin and her father as well as the other members of the patrol were struck with grief and horror at the sight but were forced to abandon their fallen packmates when they heard the sounds of gunshots in the distance and howling. Racing back to the pack camp the patrol returned to a brutal massacre in the making. An entire militia of hunters was slaughtering the members of the peaceful pack left and right. Adults and pups alike were dead on the ground and their homes set ablaze. Those who remained were fighting for their lives but the hunters had been successful in their initial stealth attack and taken out some of the strongest of the pack first. It was a slaughter unlike any other as the hunters used toxic gas, guns, and other brutal means to exterminate the pack. As hard as they tried to fight back the wolves fell one by one until Tamzin herself was forced to flee at the command of her father who was doing his best to hold the killers back. Tamzin resisted at first and tried to get others out with her but in the end, was forced to follow the orders of her father and alpha. She raced to the town, injured and bleeding, only to find the citizens of the small town dead and their homes burning as they had refused to turn their back on their allies and were slaughtered like the pack they wanted to protect. Running for her life for days upon days with the hunters on her trail the injured she-wolf eventually lost her pursuers as she crossed the Canadian border in Northern Montana. Tired, starving, injured, and on the brink of death, Tamzin managed to make her way into the Darkwood Wolves territory before she collapsed. She was found by the pack and nursed back to health by their healers, eventually joining the pack and falling in love with their alpha who became her mate.

❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— Selena Enora (Deceased)
【father】— Liam Enora (Deceased)
【sister】— N/A
【brother】— N/A
【children】— Expecting

❝ abilities. ❞
Healing Factor
Night Vision
Shapeshifting
Superhuman Agility
Superhuman Endurance
Superhuman Senses
Superhuman Speed
Superhuman Strength

❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— too forgiving, too trusting, blames herself for not protecting her last pack, self critical, can sometimes have unpredictable reactions to certain situations
【virtues】— Honest, loyal, forgiving, patient, empathetic, open-minded, kind, calm, gentle, peaceful
【fatal flaw】— Far too forgiving for her own good.
【happiest memory】— Hers and Daniel's wedding day is tied with the day she found out she is expecting!
【a secret】— She was supposed to be on the patrol her mother died on and secretly believes that if she had been there maybe she could have stopped everything from happening.

❝ visage. ❞
Slim build, 5'7" height, 139 lbs, dark brown hair, vibrant spring green eyes, long powerful legs, keeps herself in good shape, her hair is long and has a gentle wave to it, rosy pink lips, scars all along her body from the attack on her former pack



❝ Brandish Rexroad. ❞

"It's cute how you think telling me not to do something will stop me."

❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— Brandish Rose Rexroad
【nickname(s)】— Randi
【gender】— Female
【age】— 23
【sexuality】— Bisexual
【d.o.b.】— April 23rd
【race】Lycanthrope

❝ background. ❞
Growing up Randi was a bit more wild and disrespectful than the rest of her siblings. She was a handful for her parents and had no concern for authority or orders, often ignoring them or going out of her way to mess them up as a sign of rebellion. She hated being the child of the alphas because it felt like far more was expected of her and her siblings than anyone else. The issues she caused became so great that her parents worried she would somehow end up endangering the pack. Their concerns only grew when Randi started dating a human boy who seemed to encourage her rebellious and bad behavior. Her boyfriend's name was Gabriel and Randi One night Randi spent all of her time with him, something that worried her parents even more. Randi didn't care though since they always seemed to care more for their sons than their daughters anyway. In Randi's eyes, everything was fine at first. Gabriel was hot and seemed nice and like he cared for her. Things started to change over time though, he became more dominant, a bit rougher. One night he started to hurt her and Randi did the first thing she could think to do in order to save herself, she turned into a wolf in front of him. She left Gabriel badly wounded and ran home to the safety of her pack. What met Randi when she got home was not the comfort she was looking for. Her exposure to Gabriel was dangerous and went against direct orders from her father; it was the final straw. She was out. Banished from the pack forever under her father's orders. It was heartbreaking and enraging all at once for the young teen but there seemed no way to reason with her father. Randi was given five minutes to gather her belongings and go, if she were to take any longer she would be treated like an intruder and chased from the pack's territory. From that night on she was labeled an enemy to the pack.

For a while Randi traveled the continent as a loner, stealing, hustling, causing trouble, doing whatever she could to get by. Eventually, she found herself hitchhiking along a backroad in Maine where she was picked up by an old lady named Sylvia. Sylvia turned out to be a werewolf herself, she told Randi that she could smell the wild on her and knew she was one of her own kind. Seeing the state that Randi was in physically, emotionally, and mentally, Sylvia took the young girl home with her. There she offered Randi a place to stay and get herself together. Randi didn't understand why the old woman cared so much but was grateful to be actually welcome somewhere for the first time in a long time. Overtime Sylvia opened up to Randi about her past and why she wasn't with a pack. Apparently, Sylvia's pack died out years ago with Sylvia and a few others being the last to remain and having split up. Back during her time with her pack, Sylvia had been a well-known and respected healer; a skill that the old woman began to teach the young girl in order to mend Randi's heart and mind. Learning to help others started Randi down the path of learning to help herself. Through healing, she could find her place in the world and make the world a place worth being in. For years Randi studied under Sylvia until the day the two heard about a sickness wiping through packs all across the country. Sylvia encouraged Randi to go out and help the packs, to use her skills to heal them which the young woman did as she used her mentor's faith in her to guide her way. By the time Randi had helped cure four or five packs of the illness, she learned that her family's pack was being hit by it. Swallowing her fear and doubts the young woman made her way to her former home and met with her father to ask permission to help. Being an enemy of the pack Randi was turned away and chased off the territory. Despite this Randi remained in the area, never crossing the border but waiting each day by it and offering her help to the patrols that passed by, asking them to tell her family that she would be there to help them no matter what. After several days and the illness getting worse, her father and brothers let her back into the territory so she could heal their sick. Seeing how much Randi had grown in her years away from home the alpha lifted her banishment and invited her back into the pack, an offer she accepted. Ever since then Randi has been one of the best healers in the pack as well as in the country all thanks to a sweet old woman named Sylvia.

❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— Claudette Rexroad
【father】— Aaron Rexroad
【sister】— Cordelia Rexroad
【brother】— Mason Rexroad, Daniel Rexroad
【children】— None

❝ abilities. ❞
Healing Factor
Night Vision
Shapeshifting
Superhuman Agility
Superhuman Endurance
Superhuman Senses
Superhuman Speed
Superhuman Strength

❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— impulsive, has trouble with authority, fiery, can come across as rude, has no filter, flirty
【virtues】— energetic, spontaneous, firecracker, kind, loyal, selfless, good at her job, protective, bold, resourceful, optemistic
【fatal flaw】— Would throw herself into a dangerous situation without a second thought to save her patient or a member of her pack (or even a stranger)
【happiest memory】— The first time she saved a life.
【a secret】— She is a pretty open book to be honest.

❝ visage. ❞
slim yet cruvy, platinum blonde, jade green eyes, beautiful smile, full lips, long slightly curled hair, 5'3", 115 lbs, very flexible, natural soft pink lips, belly piercing



❝ Amber Einar. ❞

"Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family."

❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— Amber Calista Einar
【nickname(s)】— N/A
【gender】— Female
【age】— 29
【sexuality】— Heterosexual
【d.o.b.】— December 13th
【race】Lycanthrope

❝ background. ❞
Ever since Amber was young her mother wanted one thing and one thing alone for her; power. Every day Tara would share her vision with Amber, the vision of a future where Amber would be alpha of the pack. It was clear that Tara didn't care how her daughter gained this status and therefore she pushed Amber to be the strongest wolf and woman she could be. She pressured how important beauty and strength were in attracting a mate. She punished Amber when she went against her in any way whether intentional or not and these were not gentle punishments but ones that left scars. It was made clear to Amber that she had two options, the first being to seduce Daniel into making her his mate, the second being to kill Daniel and take the power. Amber never wanted either and found herself very fond of Daniel and his family, as friends but not romantically.
One day on a patrol Amber's mother decided to try and force Amber's hand by attacking Daniel and attempting to kill him, encouraging Amber to aid her so they could lead the pack towards true greatness. Amber knew at that moment that she could never do what her mother was asking. She attacked her mother and threw her off of Daniel. Her mother kept coming and she and Amber became locked in battle with one another. Eventually, in that battle, Amber was forced to kill her mother in order to ensure the safety of the pack. Since then Amber has been one of the most loyal and supportive members of the pack. She lives with the grief of what she had to do but she knows that she would do it again in an instant if it meant keeping her pack and all its members safe from her mother's wrath and lust for power.

❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— Tara Einar
【father】— Unknown
【sister】— N/A
【brother】— N/A
【children】— None

❝ abilities. ❞
Healing Factor
Night Vision
Shapeshifting
Superhuman Agility
Superhuman Endurance
Superhuman Senses
Superhuman Speed
Superhuman Strength

❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— Stubborn, defensive, worried that people think she will be just like her mother, untrusting of strangers, wreckless with her own safety
【virtues】— protective, loyal, resilient, fierce, reliable, patient, trustworthy
【fatal flaw】— Would keep fighting even when she is outnumbered and clearly not going to win if it means giving her pack time. Would never leave a pack member behind.
【happiest memory】— Running through the forest in freshly fallen snow at dawn without a care in the world.
【a secret】— After she killed her mother she took it upon herself to end a marriage union her mother had been arranging between Amber and the leader of a pack in Colorado. The alpha of that pack was furious.

❝ visage. ❞
Dark brown (almost black) hair, dark brown eyes, sun kissed skin, curvy, very muscular, 5'8", 150 lbs (lots of muscle), scars from her mother



❝ Ivy Carson. ❞

Focused, hardworking, reasonable, just, determined

❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— Ivy Shay Carson
【nickname(s)】— Sheriff
【gender】— Female
【age】— 27
【sexuality】— Bisexual
【d.o.b.】— July 8th
【race】— Human

❝ background. ❞
Ivy wasn't born and raised in a small town. No, she grew up in cities, first in Washington D.C. than in NYC. Always having the drive to do what is right and find justice for all Ivy knew she wanted to be a police officer from a young age. She made her dreams a reality and then some as she became one of the youngest detectives in NYC and worked to catch some of the worst criminals wandering the streets of the city. She made quite the name for herself which in turn put a massive target on her back as well as on the backs of the people she cared for the most. One of these people was her partner and his family.

❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— Jean Carson
【father】— Tate Carson
【sister】— Bella Carson
【brother】— Hunter Carson
【children】— None

❝ abilities. ❞
TEXT

❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— info.
【virtues】— info.
【fatal flaw】— She doesn't give up when on a case and believes in justice. She can't be bought off or intimidated away from the truth.
【happiest memory】— info.
【a secret】— info.

❝ visage. ❞
TEXT



❝ Ronan Drax. ❞

teddy bear, wise, hard working, loyal, tough, big brother

❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— Ronan Khal Drax
【nickname(s)】— None
【gender】— Male
【age】— 33
【sexuality】— Heterosexual
【d.o.b.】— October 27th
【race】Lycanthrope

❝ background. ❞
TEXT

❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— Unknown
【father】— Unknown
【sister】— N/A
【brother】— N/A
【children】— None

❝ abilities. ❞
Healing Factor
Night Vision
Shapeshifting
Superhuman Agility
Superhuman Endurance
Superhuman Senses
Superhuman Speed
Superhuman Strength

❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— info.
【virtues】— info.
【fatal flaw】— Will take on the duties of others even if it becomes too much for him.
【happiest memory】— info.
【a secret】— info.

❝ visage. ❞
TEXT



❝ Abby Foster. ❞

"Though I may walk through the valley of the shadow of Death I shall fear no evil, for I am the means mother f*cker in the valley."

❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— info.
【nickname(s)】— info.
【gender】— info.
【age】— info.
【sexuality】— info.
【d.o.b.】— info.
【race】— info.

❝ background. ❞
TEXT

❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— info.
【father】— info.
【sister】— info.
【brother】— info.
【children】— info.

❝ abilities. ❞
TEXT

❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— info.
【virtues】— info.
【fatal flaw】— Gets angry and aggressive way too quickly sometimes.
【happiest memory】— info.
【a secret】— info.

❝ visage. ❞
TEXT



❝ Regina Desoto. ❞

"The monsters we become are nothing compared to the monsters that made us this way."

❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— info.
【nickname(s)】— info.
【gender】— info.
【age】— info.
【sexuality】— info.
【d.o.b.】— info.
【race】— info.

❝ background. ❞
TEXT

❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— info.
【father】— info.
【sister】— info.
【brother】— info.
【children】— info.

❝ abilities. ❞
TEXT

❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— info.
【virtues】— info.
【fatal flaw】— Gets angry and aggressive way too quickly sometimes.
【happiest memory】— info.
【a secret】— info.

❝ visage. ❞
TEXT
 
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The Guy
Mark Holloway
basics.
Gender : Male
Age : 33
Species: Werewolf
Pack Rank: General Pack Member/Former Beta
Sexuality : Homosexual
Occupation : Mechanic
visage.
Height : 5'10
Weight : 172
Hair Color : Light Brown
Eye Color : Blue
persona.
Personality: Mark is rather technologically inept. The man has constant issues with his cellphone that would be otherwise easily sorted out by most individuals, he also doesn't go near computers if he can help it. He's generally a straightforward individual with his words, not one to beat around the bush. Despite his generally kind or stern baseline he can be easily irritable. Mark is the type of person that's loyal and cares deeply for those he's close to, and the pack in general. He has always put others ahead of himself and would gladly throw himself in front of someone against any type of harm to shield them.

- likes : Sweets, the outdoors, reading, tinkering.
- dislikes : Cold weather, riding in airplanes, lazy people.

♦ Mark is pretty claustrophobic, something he's worked on while at work. And in that environment he can handle it to an extent but anywhere else and he'll start to panic.
♦ Mark is rather technologically inept. The man has constant issues with his cellphone that would be otherwise easily sorted out by most individuals, he also doesn't go near computers other than the one he's required to use at work.
♦ Keeps in shape, goes for a run every morning, and can go on spontaneous runs if he needs to clear his head or his mood.
archive.
History : Mark was the Beta for the pack until a few months ago when Daniel Rexroad took on the role of leading the pack and named a new Beta. While the man knew it was a possibility to happen he'd be lying if he said he hadn't felt blindsided. He'd had a mission, of sorts, and now being just another member of the pack Mark wasn't entirely sure how he fit into it anymore. He's going through a sort of spiral with the feeling of having lost his purpose. This all being said, he's kept it to himself and tried not to let it show so as not to be an inconvenience to anyone. Not to mention he had his pride to at least outwardly show as being intact.

Mark was born into the pack and has grown up alongside many of it's current members. He was raised by his father since his mother died during child birth. As far as Mark's concerned his father did the best he could given the situation, but more than anything he felt other members of the pack played larger roles in who he is today more than his own father. Maybe Anthony Holloway felt this too, because for whatever reason when Mark was sixteen the man left the pack and Darkwood without a word in the dead of night. Luckily by this point Mark had already done the growing up needed to survive as an emancipated minor, and with the help of other pack members made a life for himself. This started with a job at Larry's Garage where he's worked for the last seventeen years, working at the auto shop is something he enjoys and his happy and content with doing, though he does dream of opening his own someday.


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LadyLynx

New member, old roleplayer (was 'ShyWolf')
Here are my characters!



❝ Michael Ragnvard. ❞
charismatic, loyal and warm-hearted, but with a heavy guilt on his shoulders


❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— michael ragnvard.
【nickname(s)】— none.
【gender】— male.
【age】— 28 years old.
【sexuality】— heterosexual.
【d.o.b.】— september 22th.
【race】— lycanthrope.❝ background. ❞
- see spoiler underneath ragnar's form for the history of both the brothers -


❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— maria ragnvard.
【father】— björn ragnvard.
【sister】— none.
【brother】— ragnar ragnvard.
【children】— none.


❝ abilities. ❞
michael, like other werewolves, has enhanced senses, speed, strength and so on. he is particularly good with strength and endurance though, especially endurance


❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— stubborn, blames himself harshly, occasionally impatient, impulsive, defensive.
【virtues】— loyal, charismatic, strong-willed, compassionate, protective, observant, intelligent, experienced, warm-hearted, genuine, honest, respectful.
【fatal flaw】— michael cares about many in general, but few he holds truly dear. some day, caring too much and wanting to keep them safe is going to get him killed, most likely caring too much about ragnar
【happiest memory】— the day ragnar found his mate, sophie. that day, michael saw his brother obtain a love that he so grievously needed, but seemed unobtainable.
【a secret】— michael believes he unintentionally got his brother ragnar's mate killed - since then there has only been grief, tension and anger between the two, with michael seeking forgiveness and to reconnect, and ragnar wanting nothing to do with the sorts.

(just to clarify, as explained in their history, ragnar has NOT met his mate - although he and michael think he has)


❝ visage. ❞
tall, broad-shouldered, strong body build, dirty blonde hair, short stubble, strong jawline, steely grey/blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, various scars on his body, a few particularly long ones on his chest

(faceclaim: jessie pavelka)



❝ Ragnar Ragnvard. ❞
aggressive, closed-off and stoic, but with a hurting heart.


❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— ragnar ragnvard.
【nickname(s)】— wouldn't be a good idea.
【gender】— male.
【age】— 29 years old.
【sexuality】— heterosexual.
【d.o.b.】— january 2nd.
【race】— lycanthrope.❝ background. ❞
- see spoiler underneath ragnar's form for the history of both the brothers -


❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— maria ragnvard.
【father】— björn ragnvard.
【sister】— none.
【brother】— michael ragnvard.
【children】— none.


❝ abilities. ❞
likewise with michael and other werewolves, ragnar has enhanced senses and abilities. he is also particularly good with strength and endurance like his brother, although it is definitely strength and combat he's most skilled in. he's a very experienced, skilled and offensive fighter, and has little to no problem with killing, whether it be prey or a threat


❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— aggressive, temperamental, can be downright dangerous, closed off, defensive, impulsive, stubborn, lacks empathy, can be merciless, doesn't care about much or many in general, disrespectful.
【virtues】— strong-willed, effective, experienced, intelligent, and beneath the surface of aggression; loyal, warm-hearted, compassionate, caring, protective.
【fatal flaw】— in his anger and grief over his mate's death, ragnar has let his wolf have too much control over him for a long time, and that's some day going to get him killed.
【happiest memory】— when he met his mate, sophie, for the first time.
【a secret】— ragnar and michael believes that michael unintentionally got ragnars mate killed. since then, rage and grief and betrayal filled ragnar and took him over, changed him, allowing more room for his wolf, and turned him into a stoic, aggressive werewolf, on the brink of being dangerous and unpredicatble, if he isnt already there.

(just to clarify, as explained in their history, ragnar has NOT met his mate - although he and michael think he has)


❝ visage. ❞
tall, broad-shouldered, strong body build, dark brown hair, short dark beard, dark grey eyes, tanned skin, strong jawline, serious and dark expression usually, many scars on his body, in various lengths and sizes, both old and new

(faceclaim; mariano di vaio)

theres not much known about the two brothers amongst the pack. all they know, is that the two brothers showed up some day, asking to join the pack, without many words of their pasts, or to each other. michael was seeking more responsibility and proved himself loyal and worthy of such within short time, whilst ragnar was the opposite, seeming to want nothing to do with ranks or friendships or the pack much in general. for the town, it was likewise, only without the pack and ranks - one friendly but withheld, the other downright uncaring or aggressive.

with michael as beta, it seems ragnar has withdrawn even further, and you'd never guess that the two were thick as thieves almost their entire lives. it had always just been them from an early age, and they had each others backs.

something happened one day though. ragnar had found his mate, sophie, a few days beforehand, during the two brothers' travels around the country and world, and everyone was beyond happy. they were staying at a motel, and on the last day of that weeks stay, michael came back from a run, and the two brothers went to the nearby diner to have breakfast and plan their next steps, leaving sophie behind to catch up on sleep. it only took half an hour or so, but that was enough. upon returning, they discovered a bloodbath, it being evident that there was no chance ragnar's mate had survived, but ragnar couldn't, wouldn't believe so, and refused to leave sophie's still body for hours, alternating between whining and crying, and growling and pacing furiously. that'd been the last time ragnar had shown anything akin to weakness or sorrow in front of others, but not the last time he'd shown anger. michael had said nothing, he had known he couldn't say anything that'd help. they both knew what'd happened. a hunter must've followed michael after his run, and found sophie left behind.

since then, ragnar had no kind words or love for his brother, all of it locked deep inside behind a barrier of hurt, pain and anger, simmering right below the barely held together surface. it was only with great trouble michael managed to convince ragnar that they should continue travelling together. since then, tension, guilt and hurt has been all that's been between the brothers, the ghosts of the past driving one to anger and the other desperate for forgiveness.

but.

if only the brothers knew that sophie was in fact not ragnar's true mate, that ragnar still had a mate out there somewhere, waiting

if only they knew that the hunter had indeed followed them, but not michael - instead he had followed the instructions from sophie, as to where to find them.

if only they knew the hunter had brutally killed sophie, not because she was a werewolf, but because she, a human, a hunter even, had fallen in love with ragnar, and refused to further help her hunter leader with hunting them down.

if only.



(quick heads up - this means that ragnar has NOT met his mate yet. he and michael only think so)

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❝ Arya Woods. ❞
Gentle, charismatic, and free-spirited, but with a secret and a fear inside


❝ cursory information. ❞
【full name】
— arya woods.
【nickname(s)】— a few of her elderly customers call her sweets, sweetheart or even cookie.
【gender】— female.
【age】— 28 years old.
【sexuality】— heterosexual.
【d.o.b.】— april 18th.
【race】— human.❝ background. ❞
arya was an only child to a pair of loving parents. they lived in an ordinary house, with an ordinary white fence and an ordinary pet dog. she went to an ordinary school, got good grades but had few but good friends. life was ordinary. and to arya, ordinary quickly got boring. so she started reaching for her dreams, her love of cakes turning into a hobby of baking, and her hobby turning in a small business from home. eventually she left home, wanting to go see more, experience more, and ended up in this town, spotting a rundown, half ruined storefront down the main street. it took her some time to locate the owner, an elderly lady who's husband had owned the place as a shoe shoe shop, but had recently passed. with promises to taking care of the place, and delivering cookies and sweets to the lady, arya convinced her to let her buy the store. it took some months to renovate and rebuild, but eventually she had her own bakery, in a modern but homey design, the smell of sweets and cakes flowing down the streets before long. she'd found and build her own little dream up, and with her small apartment over the store, her life was looking quite good

but just a year earlier, she had an accident. 'bear attack', and 'don't go into the woods alone late at night', and 'be more careful'. those were the words she'd heard from the doctors, and it was quickly clear to her, in her hospital bed recovering from bad injuries, that she could not speak of what had really happened. it had been in the woods, yes, and it was close to being dark but not fully. but it wasn't a bear. it was almost as big, but it was... wolfish. not a wolf, but close, too big and too... different, too terrifying as to be a wolf. it was almost human-like, but that couldn't be. whatever it was, arya was terrified from then on, avoiding the woods whenever she could. the day had left it's mark on her though - from that day, she was an amputee, missing the bottom half of her left leg. in it's place was a metallic prosthetic, and she herself had nothing but respect for those with prosthetics, but in order to avoid questions and inadvertently having to relive the same day several times, the baker does her best to hide it, wearing long pants and passing off her crutches in the first few months of recovery as a broken ankle from falling down the stairs leading up to her apartment. it's her secret, something rather forgotten, and she does her best to busy herself with work, getting lost in baking and decorating and serving customers. she's happy, still living her dream with her own small bakery and friendly customers and friends, but at night, alone, when she has phantom pains in her legs and dark memories in her head, she's not.


❝ relationships. ❞
【mother】
— margret woods.
【father】— james woods.
【sister】— none.
【brother】— none.
【children】— none.


❝ abilities. ❞
arya is very human, and doesn't have abilities per say. but she's very skilled with a rolling pin, a whisk and a piping bag, as well as with people, being a good listener and naturally caring and charismatic


❝ psyche. ❞
【vices】
— become fearful of the night, unknown and the woods, cautious, impulsive, stubborn, a bit closed off when it comes to certain things, naive, has high standards and expectations to herself.
【virtues】— gentle, charismatic, observant, good listener, warm-hearted, compassionate, independent, respectful, loyal, honest, forgiving and understanding, rests in herself, can stand up for herself and stand her ground.
【fatal flaw】— a lack of deeming her own needs and safety a higher prioritiy than others - oh, and her curiosity.
【happiest memory】— the day she had finally gathered enough to buy her own bakery. she'll never forget that first time she stepped into the ragged, run down building with the only upside being the huge windows right out to the street, with ideas for how she'd rebuild it to her own swarmed her mind.
【a secret】— arya is an amputee but does her best to hide it. in an accident only a year back, she was mauled bad enough that her leg below the knee couldn't be salvaged. as a result, she has a prosthetic where her leg would be, from below the knee on her left leg, as well as nerve damage and pains in remainder of the leg. she's never spoken of the accident, passing it off as a broken ankle the first few months, and keeping to wearing long pants and staying mostly behind the counter, because who would ever believe her if she said that her attacker was not a bear, as believed, but some sort of strong, fast, horrifying wolfish creature of the night?


❝ visage. ❞
short in height, lean build, small shoulders, red hair, dark blue eyes, black glasses, light skin, has a prosthetic leg where her real leg is missing below the knee on her left leg (usually covered by long pants), a few scars from burning or cutting herself during baking, a few larger scars from the attack where she lost some of her leg. usually has at least a little flour somewhere, on her clothing or on her face or hair

fc: ebba zingmark
 
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Silver-

冬狼
farron giroux.
basics.
i. farosh, aron ii. twenty-four iii. cisfemale, she/her
iv. demisexual v. january 5th vi. werewolf
vii. general pack member
persona.
Farron is of a very complex nature, to say the least. To fully understand her personality, you'd simply have to watch the way she interacts with the places and people about her. You would have to watch the way she talks, the way she walks, perhaps even the way she changes her expressions. Only then could someone even begin to have an idea of how her mind might work. But to skirt the surface, it's very easy to dub her kindly with friends yet sharply alert and fierce. However, she isn't half so trusting as she is trustworthy. To those around her, she can come off as bright and cheery, always one to offer a hearty laugh at any horrid joke. But to those closer to her, it's easier to see the not too well hidden cracks in her dubious facade. Behind the quickly fading mask, she hides a number of things. Her pain, her fear. The rocky inner shell that conceals the bittersweet feelings so well. But by barricading them off from the rest of the world, they duplicate and grow--pushing and straining against their boundaries, aching to be heard, to be acknowledged--sometimes to near insanity. These things are almost dormant to those outside her. A hint of something here, a flash of pain crossing her features before contorting into a passive stone-like expression, is all they see.

positive : not easily overwhelmed, observant, analytical, protective, stoic
neutral : laid-back, mostly disciplined, normally easy to along with, rather cold upon first meeting, willing to lend a hand even to those she doesn't know
negative : lacking in genuine empathy, distrustful, doubtful of her own abilities, intense

visage.
Farron appears to be a young woman, often mistaken for a wandering college student with a curfew. Dark brown hair rolls down past her shoulders to her mid-back, appearing light brown/golden if sunlight hits it a certain way. Her lithe build is lightly tanned and littered with scars with the most prominent ones being along her knees, slash marks on her chest and back. Light brown freckles dot her cheeks and nose, complimenting her steel-hued blue eyes that more often than not seem to belong to someone much older than her. While she stands at a height of 5'5" her stature underestimates the raw power she'd accumulated during the extended time she'd remained as a wolf as well as the fighting techniques she pushed herself to learn as a means of anchoring the feral instincts that still threaten to overcome her.

Her wolf form carries pure black fur with normally bright yellow/golden eyes, but should she be heavily maimed, the color returns to the steel blue hue of her human form.
archive.
history : Farron had grown up in a tiny bungalow with her mother providing the entirety of the support for their two-person family. Her father had vanished in the earlier portion of her life but continued to exist in the form of stories told to her as she steadily grew older. From a young age, she’d known she was different somehow and the answers to all her unvoiced questions were given to her around the time that she began elementary school. Going to school was a risk, but it was something that she needed to experience, her mother would tell her and at first she didn’t understand but it wasn’t long until the stark truth had been handed to her. The enhanced senses and abilities that she’d had since birth had not been by coincidence. Farron learned to retain her composure when situations came about, having to control both her mind and body so that her biggest secret wouldn’t be revealed to those that would take advantage of it. Her mother taught her with a firm, but guiding hand and shouldered multiple jobs to keep them afloat amidst the ever-lingering threat. Hunters. At times her mother would be up for hours in the night, unable to sleep due to the shadow that their presence casted and it was around those times that Farron would hear her muffled sobs that spoke of how they’d taken her father. Words that she couldn’t tell her own daughter so that she wouldn’t have to live believing that maybe they could be next. As a result, Farron not only maintained her stoic facade for the sake of herself, but also so that her mother would not worry about her when she already had so much dealt to her. It was then that she started to become more self-aware than ever of both herself and those around her, using the wolf she had yet to become as a means of controlling herself. Her first year of high school not only brought upon an atrocious snowstorm, but the hunters that her mother had been attempting to protect Farron from all her life. At the time, her mother had been working as the school’s guidance counselor when the school went on lockdown due to the entrenching flurries with the hunters soon following suit when they broke in. Unbeknownst to them, Farron and her mother had been profiled as only a couple of targets in an array of several other werewolves that had clung to their human skins as they did at the school. The hunters followed their trail upon Farron and her mother’s escape from the shelter against the cold, her mother desperate to get them out of the area but neither of them being any match for their tactics as they were driven into the countryside, further away from home than Farron herself had ever been. The hunters managed to maim her mother just before they finally lost track of them through the storm and with no time for relief and Farron growing frostbitten, her mother melted into fur and fang in hopes of offering her daughter a last respite. Farron could not remember being pushed into the hollow alcove of a bough until the static, freezing body of a serene silver wolf with a splash of crimson along it’s flank tore up every promise she’d made to her mother before. It was then that the mask Farron wore finally shattered and inky black fur pooled over her purpled hands, the sound of bone cracking chorusing with her voiced anguish as the first shift consumed her. Farron blamed only herself for her mother’s death, feeling that if only she had learned more from her before she’d died or if she’d gone out of her way to actively protect her, maybe things would’ve turned out different. Unable to face her human side any longer out of abhorrence, she lived solely as a wolf for years--never once shifting back until the feral haze that sunk it’s fangs into her began to gradually loosen its grip.

Her return to humanity included her finishing secondary school and pushing herself to achieve a life her mother would’ve wished for her. Balancing multiple jobs as she once had, Farron got herself through college, deciding to study in the architectural field as a means of finding a sort of inner stability in drafting infrastructure as well as creating art in general. The decision to relocate to a place like Darkwood was out of curiosity as well as the desire to get away from the buzz of the bigger cities and suburban neighborhoods that fed her instinct to have all exits mapped out wherever she was.
fc : jessica clements | themes: an arrow through time, a fading miracle, who will know | coded by incandescent



basics.

i. farosh, aron ii. twenty-four iii. cisfemale, she/her

iv. demisexual v. january 5th vi. werewolf

vii. general pack member



persona.

Farron is of a very complex nature, to say the least. To fully understand her personality, you'd simply have to watch the way she interacts with the places and people about her. You would have to watch the way she talks, the way she walks, perhaps even the way she changes her expressions. Only then could someone even begin to have an idea of how her mind might work. But to skirt the surface, it's very easy to dub her kindly with friends yet sharply alert and fierce. However, she isn't half so trusting as she is trustworthy. To those around her, she can come off as bright and cheery, always one to offer a hearty laugh at any horrid joke. But to those closer to her, it's easier to see the not too well hidden cracks in her dubious facade. Behind the quickly fading mask, she hides a number of things. Her pain, her fear. The rocky inner shell that conceals the bittersweet feelings so well. But by barricading them off from the rest of the world, they duplicate and grow--pushing and straining against their boundaries, aching to be heard, to be acknowledged--sometimes to near insanity. These things are almost dormant to those outside her. A hint of something here, a flash of pain crossing her features before contorting into a passive stone-like expression, is all they see.

positive : not easily overwhelmed, observant, analytical, protective, stoic

neutral : laid-back, mostly disciplined, normally easy to along with, rather cold upon first meeting, willing to lend a hand even to those she doesn't know

negative : lacking in genuine empathy, distrustful, doubtful of her own abilities, intense


visage.

Farron appears to be a young woman, often mistaken for a wandering college student with a curfew. Dark brown hair rolls down past her shoulders to her mid-back, appearing light brown/golden if sunlight hits it a certain way. Her lithe build is lightly tanned and littered with scars with the most prominent ones being along her knees, slash marks on her chest and back. Light brown freckles dot her cheeks and nose, complimenting her steel-hued blue eyes that more often than not seem to belong to someone much older than her. While she stands at a height of 5'5" her stature underestimates the raw power she'd accumulated during the extended time she'd remained as a wolf as well as the fighting techniques she pushed herself to learn as a means of anchoring the feral instincts that still threaten to overcome her.
Her wolf form carries pure black fur with normally bright yellow/golden eyes, but should she be heavily maimed, the color returns to the steel blue hue of her human form.


archive.

history : Farron had grown up in a tiny bungalow with her mother providing the entirety of the support for their two-person family. Her father had vanished in the earlier portion of her life but continued to exist in the form of stories told to her as she steadily grew older. From a young age, she’d known she was different somehow and the answers to all her unvoiced questions were given to her around the time that she began elementary school. Going to school was a risk, but it was something that she needed to experience, her mother would tell her and at first she didn’t understand but it wasn’t long until the stark truth had been handed to her. The enhanced senses and abilities that she’d had since birth had not been by coincidence. Farron learned to retain her composure when situations came about, having to control both her mind and body so that her biggest secret wouldn’t be revealed to those that would take advantage of it. Her mother taught her with a firm, but guiding hand and shouldered multiple jobs to keep them afloat amidst the ever-lingering threat. Hunters. At times her mother would be up for hours in the night, unable to sleep due to the shadow that their presence casted and it was around those times that Farron would hear her muffled sobs that spoke of how they’d taken her father. Words that she couldn’t tell her own daughter so that she wouldn’t have to live believing that maybe they could be next. As a result, Farron not only maintained her stoic facade for the sake of herself, but also so that her mother would not worry about her when she already had so much dealt to her. It was then that she started to become more self-aware than ever of both herself and those around her, using the wolf she had yet to become as a means of controlling herself. Her first year of high school not only brought upon an atrocious snowstorm, but the hunters that her mother had been attempting to protect Farron from all her life. At the time, her mother had been working as the school’s guidance counselor when the school went on lockdown due to the entrenching flurries with the hunters soon following suit when they broke in. Unbeknownst to them, Farron and her mother had been profiled as only a couple of targets in an array of several other werewolves that had clung to their human skins as they did at the school. The hunters followed their trail upon Farron and her mother’s escape from the shelter against the cold, her mother desperate to get them out of the area but neither of them being any match for their tactics as they were driven into the countryside, further away from home than Farron herself had ever been. The hunters managed to maim her mother just before they finally lost track of them through the storm and with no time for relief and Farron growing frostbitten, her mother melted into fur and fang in hopes of offering her daughter a last respite. Farron could not remember being pushed into the hollow alcove of a bough until the static, freezing body of a serene silver wolf with a splash of crimson along it’s flank tore up every promise she’d made to her mother before. It was then that the mask Farron wore finally shattered and inky black fur pooled over her purpled hands, the sound of bone cracking chorusing with her voiced anguish as the first shift consumed her. Farron blamed only herself for her mother’s death, feeling that if only she had learned more from her before she’d died or if she’d gone out of her way to actively protect her, maybe things would’ve turned out different. Unable to face her human side any longer out of abhorrence, she lived solely as a wolf for years--never once shifting back until the feral haze that sunk it’s fangs into her began to gradually loosen its grip.
Her return to humanity included her finishing secondary school and pushing herself to achieve a life her mother would’ve wished for her. Balancing multiple jobs as she once had, Farron got herself through college, deciding to study in the architectural field as a means of finding a sort of inner stability in drafting infrastructure as well as creating art in general. The decision to relocate to a place like Darkwood was out of curiosity as well as the desire to get away from the buzz of the bigger cities and suburban neighborhoods that fed her instinct to have all exits mapped out wherever she was.
 
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LadyLynx

New member, old roleplayer (was 'ShyWolf')
Oh, do you mean the old thread? It's kinda been merged with this one, a small reboot of sorts. Most of the characters have been transferred. The start is almost the same, just with some more action, so you're more than welcome to repost your original starting post, just with a add on for the new events (Valentina discovering someone mutilated by something in town)
 

KaigerGalaxy

Resident Kaiju Groupie
hm- im kind of confused.. just to clear things up a bit, where is the rp now taking place? Because I'll need to change my bookmark
 

Wolfiee

Tiny cat gremlin

Here is the thread for the rp we will all be posting on! I’ve been working on getting everything transferred over to this. So we could all start a bit from scratch posting wise and have more people to interact with!
 

KaigerGalaxy

Resident Kaiju Groupie
Keito McNamara. ❞
"I know my teeth are sharp, but I won't bite!"​
❝ cursory information. ❞

full name— Keito McNamara
nickname(s)— Keikei
gender— Male
age— 23
sexuality— Homosexual
d.o.b.— June 16
race— Human

❝ background. ❞

At the age of 11, Keito was left at the Delta Military Base for an unknown reason. There, he trained for two years before finally joining Squad 6, previously apart of Squad 9. When he was around 15, Keito had been taken out of commission for a while after attacking the officer in charge of his group. The officer was retired, being complained about for a long time, mainly for his carelessness. The following year, Corvex had become the new leader for 6, as for Keito, he was the second in command for Squad 6, the light weapons division, before the government decided that training super soldiers took too much time and were too dangerous. When the project was shut down, Keito decided to try at what was considered a normal life. At the age of 19, Keito married Corvex who had been the lead commander for his squadron. Corvex was a werewolf picked up by the government as a pup for experiments. Taken then by the Delta base, he and Keito met 13 years later. When the two moved to a city, it wasn't long before Corvex was hunted and killed, framed for a murder committed by a human.

❝ relationships. ❞

mother— Unknown
father— Unknown
sister— None
brother— None
children— None

❝ abilities. ❞

Heightened senses and reaction speed. Keito is a master of stealth and light weapons. Able to lie fairly well and stall for time.

❝ psyche. ❞

vices— Skeptical, sensitive, unpredictable
virtues— Friendly, kind, curious
fatal flaw— Easily lost in emotions and impulsive
happiest memory— The day he and Corvex got married.
a secret— A good amount of his organs are actually synthetic do to an accident while on patrol

❝ visage. ❞

Fluffy, white hair contrasted by blood-red eyes. Always wearing a pair of blue-lens goggles either around his neck or hidden on his head by his hair. He wears a custom made black and white suit-like outfit that guarantees style and flexibility. Black tailcoat-like jacket with a white shirt underneath. The front of the coat is open in the shape of a diamond, the edge is lined with a strip of white. Black pants and shoes to match. Sharp teeth are hidden in his smile. On either side of his cheeks are a set of blue stripes that stop right at the nape of his neck.
— ❝ the weapon shop owner. ❞

I literally have no other pictures for Keito and even tried to make one with artbreeder so sorry for the less realistic image
 

Wolfiee

Tiny cat gremlin
Here is the rp thread again for those who might not know it’s up!

 

Wolfiee

Tiny cat gremlin
I’m going to be redoing my characters! Also will be redoing the werewolf discord because my dumbness deleted it instead of a server I was trying to delete.
 

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