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Fantasy raising wolves-- CS

Reiia silver

Queen of romance!
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I am not one who cares how you decorate your character sheet, as long as it includes the following....

Appearance(anime only)
(werewolves need a human form, wolf form and anthro form)

Name:
age:
specie:
relationship status: (can be updated later throughout the RP if not already established)
likes:
dislikes:
traits: (two positive, two negative)
strengths:
weaknesses:
fears:
bio:
weapons:​
 

Reiia silver

Queen of romance!
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Name:
Natalie Gilmour

age:
18

specie:
Human

relationship status:
Married

likes:
Animals | Flowers | Rain | Her husband

dislikes:
Thunder | Violence | Prejudice | Danger

traits: (two positive, two negative)
Soft spoken | family orientated | Hot headed | Mistrusting

strengths:
she is very family orientated which helps her as the wife of the alpha, she treats the other pack members just as she would her own children.

weaknesses:
is very worried that her husband might get hurt, often causing her to put herself in danger in order to make sure nothing happens to him. That usually causes some issues in their relationship, despite the fact that they loved other very much. She is also pregnant, which makes her a little weaker than normal.

fears:
losing her husband, any members of the pack and her unborn child

bio:
Natalie was born to a wealthy family, even though they had everything that a person could possibly want, there was one thing always missing in her life. Love.... Her parents neglected her quite often, going to fancy parties and working way too late for their own good. She grew to realize her parents loved money more than they loved her, so because of that she grew to be very lonely. When she was about nine she had gone out into the forest alone, she had been crying and that's when she met her husband. He was so kind, making sure she was okay and after that she would go to the forest just to make sure to see him. At first she felt like she had ever reason, so she would act like she had a problem and then she soon found that she didn't have to do that.

They grew very fond of each other, as she grew up they would often meet up and she absolutely loved to snuggle into his fur. When she was about 17 they decided to get married, because she could not spend another day without him. Of course her parents were outraged and they tried to cause all kinds of problems, but love prevailed and she ran away from a life of unhappiness, uncertainty and loneliness.

They now have been married for a year, she is expecting is children, twins to be exact but she doesn't know that yet. Carrying half werewolf children, is actually proving to be a little complicated and she had to get medical care from a friend who also feels that the prejudice people have are ridiculous.

weapons:
she carries around a knife, often tucked away into her shoes and mostly because her husband insisted on her carrying one.​
 

Reiia silver

Queen of romance!
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Name:
Ella Svane

age:
35

species:
human


relationship status: (can be updated later throughout the RP if not already established)
single

likes:
taking care of people/animals | peace | the stars | studying

dislikes:
violence | humans that feel like they have to fight the werewolves |

traits: (two positive, two negative)
serious | driven | tense | insecure

strengths:
because she is a very nonjudgmental person, she is able to work with both the werewolves and humans. She gets called in to help humans usually, but every now and then the werewolves will ask her to help them.

weaknesses:


fears:
bio:
weapons:​
 

Reiia silver

Queen of romance!
(HUGE WIP)
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Wolf form

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Name:
Keira McCall

age:
7

species:
Werewolf


relationship status: (can be updated later throughout the RP if not already established)


likes:
Howling at the moon | Her dad | Rolling in the mud| Adventures

dislikes:
Being bossed around | being hot |

traits: (two positive, two negative)
Excitable | adventurous |Childish |careless

strengths:
she has a lot of energy and can often last for quite some time when running.

weaknesses:
she's young, has an attachment for her father. She also does not have a good sense of what might be dangerous...

fears:
losing her family since she already lost her mom.

bio:


weapons:​
 

Rusty of Shackleford

Seven Thousand Club
Human Form:
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Wolf Form:
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Hybrid Form:
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Name:
James "Jim" Gilmour (Fake last name)

age:
23

species:
Werewolf

relationship status:
Happily Married

likes:
-Outdoors
-Family
-Quiet places

dislikes:
-Cities
-Alcohol
-Loud noises

traits: (two positive, two negative)
-Empathetic, loving
-Withdrawn, moody

strengths:
-Dedicated leader
-Great with children

weaknesses:
-Socially awkward
-Has a prejudice towards humans

fears:
-Thunder
-Guns (Bad experience in his youth)

bio:
Jim and his sister were born in a pack in the American South, a mixture of European and Native American lycans that banded together to survive. They mainly lived on a small reservation in the mountains, trying to blend into society as best they could whole retaining their heritage. Well, eventually, hunters found the town, and slaughtered everyone. Jim narrowly survived, having sustained a nasty bullet wound from a rifle, with the silver scarring existing go this day. Afterwards, he and Eden went out on their own, Jim eventually meeting Natalie, and fell in love with her, despite his hatred of humans. They married not long after, and Jim was able to find the local packs, and became the Alpha of one of the packs alongside his sister.

weapons:
Claws. No guns. He absolutely refuses to use them ever.​
 

StormWolf

Senior Member

Appearance
Human

Anson stands a ways over six feet (6'5"), broad of shoulder and deep of chest, bearing a suppleness to his limbs that tells of a lifetime physical work and tenacity in the face of hardship. Those who respect, revere, or revile the man have likely called Anson a "regular brick shithouse". He is fair-skinned with stormy blue eyes pinched by the sun, yet keen as a hawk. A hirsute fellow with dark hair, the deep brown slowly fading to a cold iron grey, spreading at his temples and flecking his beard. Faint traces of that scotch-irish red can be seen in his sideburns and streaked through the deep mahogany of his mane.
While not conventionally handsome, Anson possesses a wolfish ruggedness to his features. Should someone not be turned away by his generally stern bearing or aged scars, they could likely find him attractive in a mature, rural way. Pack healers have estimated that nearly thirty-percent of Anson's surface tissue in non-ritually scarred, bearing the marks of bullets and blades, claws and fangs.


Art Credit: Myself

Lupine Form
Retaining the coloring from his hybrid from, Anson falls to four trunk-like legs and gouges the earth beneath his feet with scything ebony claws. Five feet at the shoulder, this beast is surely a wolf, but there is more than just primal aggression behind those burning eyes; an intellect and something dark that only truly shines through when Anson embraces the purest incarnation of his Beast.


Hybrid Form
When Anson embraces the war-form, his physical self compounds and redoubles itself. As the Beast-of-War, Anson's imposing presence becomes something awesome in the biblical application of the word. Nearly eleven feet tall and weighing near a ton, colossal thews of steely cable coil beneath his swarthy coat of dark, tri-colored fur. Silver-grey, iron grey, and an autumnal reddish brown, striped almost like that of a tiger. Eyes like motes of wildfire, there is rage and hate bright enough to scour the soul, stoked by an unspeakable pain.
Human
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 225 lbs
Lupine
Height: 5'6" at the sholder
Weight: 300 lbs
Hybrid
Height: 10'6"
Weight: 1,145 lbs

Name
Anson "Ironhide" McCall
Age
36
Species
Pureblood Werewolf; 3rd generation Faoladh
Relationship Status
Widower; dating Joan Alfonso (it seems serious)
Likes
Family, Honest Work, Barbecue, Guitar (acoustic), Wilderness, Hunting, Riding, Children, Parenting, Boxing, Coffee, Beer, Whiskey, Cigars
Dislikes
Abusers, Disrespect, Litter/ General Pollution, Braggarts, Cowards, Oath-Breakers, People Who Talk in Theaters
Hates
"Poachers", Sexual Predators, Abusers
Traits
+Guardian: He will take a silver bullet for those he considers under his protection
+Patient: His daughter is a firecracker, and has tempered Anson to be a patient man
-Vengeful: Anson believes those who Poach his kind are destined only to be food for crows. He will accept no quarter, and uproot a Hunter's family tree for kindling, if he must.
-Vice: While the regenerative and overall resilient properties of a werewolf make it neigh impossible to get drunk, whiskey helps quiet the storm that churns inside Anson's heart.
Strengths
-Peak Physical Condition
-Combat Veteran (traditionally and Wild Hunts)
-Protective; Anson has a reputation of providing protection for those who need it. There is an ongoing idiom in town, that "few places are safer than a booth at Elkhorn".
- Faoladh Mark; The Unseelie mark on his arm marks him as having partaken in the Wild Hunt, an apex predator among the supernatural
Weaknesses
-Hateful Vengeance
-Nightmare-prone
-Infamous Reputation; Rumor and hyperbole have surrounded Anson since he came to the quiet territory, much of the gossip and hyperbole speaking of scores torn asunder. Man, wolf, and other creatures of the hidden world torn to pieces by his hands.
-Finite Nicety; when his patience and southern manner has been worn to the bone, or he feel his hospitality, pack, or territory have been disrespected...
-Rage; every werewolf worth their blood has it, and Anson's rage is something to truly behold... like a train wreck or natural disaster.
Fears
-Becoming like his Father
-Losing himself to the Rage
-Losing his little girl (Kelly McCall)
-Losing the faith of his Pack
-Pack Extinction
-Remaining alone
Ever since Anson first arrived in town nearly five years ago, astride a roaring motorcycle, bloodied and desperately clutching his daughter to his chest, he's been a figure of much conjecture, rumor, and fable. It is known that he is from the American South. Texas, if his speech is any indication. It was a well-known fact that one Annabelle Valland, a born-and-raised local, went into the world at large, where she found a "roughly charming gentleman" whom she married. The photos that her extended family and Pack received did, indeed, feature Anson as the groom. Things were good, supposedly, but they had evidently grown dire.

Those who grew close to Anson eventually grew more details from him. He and his mate - who was pregnant with another child - were ambushed by Hunters somewhere in the Rockies. She caught a silver bullet in the heart before even Anson heard the report of the rifle. Harrowed by the Hunters (whom he curses a "Poachers"), he wasn't even able to bury his mate. Peppered by silvered bullets and blades, shielding his child with his own bulk, he managed an escape. The guilt of not being able to bury his mate still eats at him, all these years later.

Outsiders being potential threats, especially lone wolves stricken by hate and grief, Anson started from the ground up, not even with the clothes on his back, as they were soiled with blood and in tatters. However, he climbed through the muck, not once batting an eye at the hardships laid before him by his own kind. Fulfilling duties for the Pack and working to support his daughter, he learned to run on little sleep, not that it found him easily anymore. His even-keel approach to Pack matters and inter-territory affairs gained the support of his peers through the years, as did the community barbecues he started on his own time and dollar. When the time came, Anson challenged the standing Alpha with the votes to back him. The affair could have been more gracious, but after a physical altercation, it was Anson who emerged victorious, and dominant.

Perhaps out of a sense to fill the echoing void in him, Anson truly does treat his Pack as family. Through hard work and clever investing (as well as the handsome stipend of his position), Anson opened a two-pronged business of his own. "Elkhorn Brewery" is a red-brick-and-iron affair with country lodge accoutrements within, a bar and grill where he frequently hosts Pack and Community functions. If you are Pack and you're charged for a meal, you either ordered top-shelf liquor or you made an ass out of yourself. Beneath his roof, he holds a pact of non-aggression, but has a trench gun under the bar as "additional insurance". As Alpha, he's done his best to keep tensions between the Packs at a minimum, knowing that Annabelle wanted unity among their kind. He often swallows his temper in order to keep true to Annabelle's vision, but his rage will, at times, get the better of him. Anson isn't one to hammer down on his Pack to remind them who is in charge. He leads by example, and will often settle matters of discipline by mandates of reparations and services by the guilty party. These are often humiliating and grueling in proportion to the sleight. The number of times he has been forced to raise his hand to an unruly Pack-mate can be counted on one hand, each a frightful display that none would soon forget.

During the dead cold of the last winter, Anson was out gathering fresh wood for Elkhorn's ovens and hearths when he came upon a sight that pained him. His tiny niece, now an orphan. The harrowing loss of yet another member of his family was a deep wound, but his pain was secondary to the needs of the innocent child. Sasha needed her family, she needed a father. Anson didn't hesitate to bring her into his house as if she was one of his own.



Anson underwent the First Change at the age on 9, forced upon him when his father shattered the young Anson's skull with a hammer. The Beast was roused out of the necessity to survive.
While Anson and Annabelle loved deeply and passionately, they always suspected their match was arranged for the purposes of breeding.
The Faoladh is an ongoing bond through generations of his family, the first-born to be Marked for the Wild Hunt by a member of the Fae. He's been trying to find a way to end this bondage since he first learned he was going to be a father. The power of the Mark is not worth it.
Weapons
Stag-Grip 1911
Bison Horn Bowie Knife
Anson has a small armory he's built up over the years; mostly shotguns, rifles, and handguns...
But if he really takes issue with you, Anson will use his sledgehammer-like hands or steely claws to end you.

Notes
He currently has the one child, but if a player wants to play another of his kids, I am happy to make appropriate edits.
 
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dog_teeth

Bust :(


Name: Joan Alfonso
age: 24
specie: Human
relationship status: Single (significant other to pack leader 3 "Anson" along in the RP)
likes: Hunting, Rainy Days, Hiking, Reading, Bows, Politics, Meat, Jokes & Riddles, Puns, Horseback Riding, Doing Absolutely Nothing, Foraging, Agriculture, Sunny Days, Aquariums (TBA as needed)
dislikes: Tomatoes, Geese (don't ask or you get The Lecture), Immaturity, Hot & Humid Days, Man-Made Pools because Chlorine is Gross, Perfectionism, Bad-Mouthers, Gossips, Nosy People (TBA as needed)
traits: Caring, Grounded - Chaotic, Blunt
strengths: +Determined: "If there's a will, there's a way. And if there's no will, I'll make one.", +Introspective/Philosophical: "I know I'm not a good person. No one is, we all lie, cheat, steal and hate, but that's what makes us all equal. It means we all love, give, and empathize too."
weaknesses: - Suspicious: "Never trust words. Make them prove it. Then make them make you believe it.", - Violent: "There's a limit to what I can take. I'll endure, yes, I'll endure for years but the moment you push me off the edge I will make you wish you had never lived long enough to regret it."
fears: Abandonment, Being Unwanted, Wasps, Dying Forgotten, Heights, Losing her will to live, hurting someone she comes to care for, Disappointing those she cares about,
bio: Joan lived a good, happy life as a child, and had everything she needed and more. Her parents were often absent for work, and as a result, she was raised by her grandfather and took up a parental role for her younger siblings. Her father became violent and emotionally abusive, often making her feel less than worthy and breaking a majority of her self esteem before her parents announced their divorce. She petitioned to court to allow her and her siblings to live with their grandfather, and they were granted that permission. Joan then worked hard to scrounge up the money for college, and when her grandfather paid for her tutelage, she swore to make it up to him. But before she could leave, a rampaging werewolf murdered her grandfather. Before it could kill her siblings, Joan killed the werewolf with a silver kitchen knife in order to defend them. She was accused of the murder of her grandfather and sent to jail when she was approached by a mysterious man who claimed he believed her that it was a wolf-like monster that killed her grandfather and told her that all werewolves were like that one and offered her the opportunity to be a Hunter of werewolves to stop other families from going through what she went through. She accepted and joined a team of Hunters, going out and killing rampaging wolves. She bears the mark of her Hunter Squad, a tattoo in the shape of a bleeding wolfsbane bushel on her right shoulder. However, they eventually began a raid on a werewolf homestead where Joan realized that werewolves weren't the bloodthirsty monsters she was led to believe they were after seeing the homestead family's photos. Shocked by guilt and revulsion at the revelation, she rushed to defend a werewolf child that hadn't been killed yet and was cornered by her teammates, killing her squadron in the defense of the child who soon died of blood loss from a silver bullet wound. She buried the bodies and went off to live in seclusion to atone for killing so many werewolves, where we are now.
weapons:
• "My last line of close defense, always strapped to my belt. This baby was meant to hurt. It hurts like hell when you try to pull it out, those edge's'll tear you up."
• "A Glock 43 deters most determined attackers. I always keep silver bullets for especially determined and furry assailants."
• "Pepper Spray is never out of fashion in my books."
• "Unconventional, but versatile. A crowbar. Don't look at me like that. Would you expect someone to smack you with a random crowbar? I don't think so."
 

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