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Alpha Maeve
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Gabriel's Characters Dec 18, 2013 23:33:42 GMT

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Post by Alpha Maeve on Dec 18, 2013 23:33:42 GMT

Name:
Gabriel
Age:
5 years
Gender:
Male
Species:
Wolf, Purebred
Pack:
Naharis
Rank:
Zeta
Crush:
Hm... I'll get back to you on that one
Mate:
None
Personality:
Dedicated to his and his work, nothing can distract him from what he does. His heart may seem hard at first, but if you are trustworthy and find his good side he can be an amazing friend or companion. His soft spot is pups, he will coddle and fiercely protect any pup under a year. It is odd to such a change of personas when he meets a pup. He isn't one to avoid a fight, if it is something he feels strongly about then nothing can stop him. Two of his main principles are the equality of females in the pack and that wolves and dogs should not mix. He is proud of his lineage and vehemently refuses to acknowledge wolfdogs as wolves.
History:
Born to a single pair, no pack, he had a bit of rough time. His litter consisted of two males and a female. As they grew up, his sister Kara was a tiny wolf and his brother James constantly picked on her for it and other things. Gabriel didn't want to be picked on by his brother too but he also cared dearly for his sister. When 8 months old, James went too far and tore Kara's ear, Gabriel pushed him to the ground and clamped his mouth around his brother making him submit. His brother tried to fight back but couldn't get his bigger brother off of him. After that he wouldn't touch Kara when Gabriel was around, but outside of that he terrorized her. Gabriel's mother and father knew nothing of the bullying and would separate Gabriel to teach him to hunt and fight. At the age of two years, Kara decided she could not live anywhere near James and no matter what she did he would not stop. Gabriel decided to accompany her and protect her from any lone wolves, they left in the middle of the night to avoid having to explain everything to their parents.
A year passed and they grew up in peace although there were a few incidents of lone wolves and pack wolves trying to steal their food. Most of the time they had already gotten their fill when the scavengers showed up, but sometimes it was upto Gabriel to settle the matter. Kara proved to be extremely useful in using her speed to cut off prey and herd it towards Gabriel so he could kill it. There came a time though that they felt that they were being watched wherever they went. Gabriel began staying near Kara constantly never leaving her side. But one night while he went barely thirty yards off to get a drink while Kara was sleeping he heard a shriek coming from Kara's direction. Everything was forgotten and he loped back to the clearing they were sleeping in. James, his creamy pelt covered in rich blood, Kara's blood stood over the gasping wide eyed Kara. Gabriel tackled his forgotten brother, his teeth latched onto the blood soaked throat, he let go immediately, disgusted by the taste of his sister's blood. James fell to the ground, gasping like Kara, if not harder, and blood pooled around his head. Gabriel laid right next to Kara, not sure what to do. In his state of shock and with the adrenaline still clogging his veins, he didn't hear as James ceased to breathe. His life ending with a final breath out of his blood soaked lips. Only a minute passed before Kara went the same way, but her lips were clean, and as her spirit left her body she whispered "My guardian angel,"
Appearance:
Brown and tans cover his pelt getting darker as they end in a black tip on his tail. His eyes are a pale yellow like that of the moon that he worships.
Other:
Nothing I can think of

Read more: atlantisearth.boards.net/thread/6/character-creation#ixzz2nruyDoB5

Last Edit: Dec 19, 2013 3:53:32 GMT by Alpha Maeve

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Gabriel's Characters Dec 19, 2013 3:47:01 GMT

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Post by Alpha Maeve on Dec 19, 2013 3:47:01 GMT

Name: Maeve (May)
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Pack: Yerizhan
Rank: Alpha Female
Crush: No one yet
Mate: None
Personality: Cunning, intelligent, witty are all words that describe Maeve rather well. Her anger gathers quickly around people of little intelligence, often leading to biting remarks and possibly a fight. Respect is a big deal to her, she has paid her dues and expects you to pay yours if you want to be a member of her pack. Once you have gained her respect and she feels you are worthy of her time you will be rewarded with a caring, personable wolf who enjoys a good laugh when she is among friends. But any time other than that she is constantly on edge, ready at a moment’s notice for a fight. She has a low tolerance for men, most don’t meet her standards of intelligence, and she is a bit of a sexist. Any position of any importance in her pack is a big deal because she doesn’t hand those out lightly, the wolf will have had to earn it.
History: An unfortunate past, makes her the wolf that she is, without it she could never be strong enough to lead her pack. Her father, a mean brute named Houston, forced himself on her mother, Juno, in the middle of her season to sate his needs as a male. Their pack had a very loose policy on mates and gave males supreme power over the females in all matters. In the middle of the pregnancy he tossed Juno around trying to prevent the litter from being born. After the beating, Juno left the pack looking for somewhere safe to birth the whelps that survived. Nine weeks later, he hunted her out, furious after the loss in a fight and found that she had had the litter. He stole her out of the den and beat her, releasing his pent up anger, he did ignore the pups though, a small silver lining. After he had left she crawled back to her den, barely able to move because of the pain. Other females of the pack knew her situation and would sneak off to help her, but they couldn’t defend her from the vicious male.
Houston decided to visit the mother two months later, looking for a scape goat for the Alpha demeaning and insulting him. He found the mother with four lively puppies, she was furious at him and decided to stand up for herself. She went to bite him but he simply tackled her and bit down on the back of her neck hard enough to leave a bruise. He then stole one of the pups, the one male, in a split second decision to raise him to be a killer, fulfilling his need to abuse. Her brother was no match for the quick to anger male and died within a week. The next time he returned, a few months had passed and this time he stole Maeve.
He used her as a play toy would bite down until she squealed, as if it were a pleasant sound. As she grew older he tried to teach her to fight back to make it more fun for him. She tried but her fragile limbs and dainty maw didn’t do much against his powerful body. She turned to words, convincing him that she would fight better if she had a few days to rest. He listened to her some of the time, but more often her words just powered his rage.
She got quicker and learned how to use his mass against him, making her attack when he couldn’t turn quite as quickly. Once, and only once, she beat him, with his tired body under her scarred paw she set her mouth around his throat, asserting her dominance. He, too tired and beaten to move, growled instead, vowing to kill her as she removed her white teeth from his greasy fur.
Taking the chance she ran from his pack and became a loner, but not for long. She became Beta under an Alpha who took control of the loners, gathering a new powerful pack. Without a mate or an heir, when he died, she took control of the pack vowing to live out his legacy and forming a more official, respectable pack.

Appearance: She is a medium height and of a slim stature but her skill makes up for her lack of size, if anything, it makes her a better fighter. She has a dark gray mask over her face and spanning up to the tips of her rounded ears. From there her fur lightens as it stretches out towards her paws and tail. Her most noticeable features, other than the quality of her fur, are her piercing light blue eyes. Like the little pools that dot the island of Atlantis, they shimmer and almost never betray a hint of her emotion. Her skin is covered in scars and her tail has no feeling because of her father’s abuse. Most of the scars are covered but the ones that are seen often convince her opponents that she is more then she looks.
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Her paws tangled and her soft fleece ended up, once again, among the twigs and dirt soiling what her mother had very carefully groomed that morning. But her mother had also told her not to leave the den while she was hunting, but Maeve had never been very good at listening to the kind, gentle commands that her mother offered her. She often left the den, while her sisters snoozed so they wouldn’t tattle on her, something she had learned just a few weeks before.” Anyway her mother couldn’t blame her letting her sisters sleep while she wanted to catch the fuzzy tail wagging just in the corner of her eye,” she thought to herself. The argument had worked before, under slightly different terms and her mother was often lenient and just prodded her to get back in the dark, cool den.
Suddenly, she realized she wasn’t alone as a twig snapped a few feet behind her. Expecting her mother she turned towards the noise with an excuse already on her coal black lips. Surprise flooded through the young pup’s mind just before the towering, unfamiliar wolf began approaching her. A squeal pealed from her maw and her tiny legs just couldn’t move fast enough. The desire to run was strong but suddenly her feet were lifted up off the ground that she had cursed but moments ago. She twisted her body, trying to escape the yellowing teeth that gripped her scruff tightly. A growl exited the mouth that held her and shook her small chest, in fear, every limb locked up, as frozen as the winter’s storm that approached.
The huge wolf, larger than any she remembered, moved her away from her home and towards the off-limits woods she had been so tempted to explore before. Now she simply wanted to be curled into her mother’s warm belly and sleeping as deeply as her sisters. An urge to yell how mad her mother would be overcame her, but she sealed her throat worried that his teeth would draw blood if she did anything more. Her eyes roved for any sign of a savior, someone to help her crisis, defeat the big, bad wolf. Instead she was met with serene woods where every tree could have been painted in their perfection. With every one of his steps her hopes fell, and by the time they reached his den she had closed her eyes no longer caring what might happen. He dropped her into a dark pit filled with his musty scent that might as well have been skunk to the overwhelmed pup. She had realized on the long walk to her new residence that good didn’t always win and her mother couldn’t save her from this black mass that stood over her, his mouth open and his canines dripping saliva.

Last Edit: Dec 19, 2013 3:49:26 GMT by Alpha Maeve

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Gabriel's Characters Dec 29, 2013 1:01:42 GMT

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Post by Alpha Maeve on Dec 29, 2013 1:01:42 GMT

Name: Cepheus
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Pack: Yerizhan
Rank: Fighter
Crush: None
Mate: None
Personality:
Handsome and funny, he loves to lighten the mood. He doesn’t like to be serious, but will if he needs to protect the ones he loves. He is ignorant of the way girls look at him and hasn’t really felt love.
Cepheus is quite a handsome wolf, with mismatched eyes and a glorious outlook on life. He loves to make others smile and will try to lighten the mood even if it is at his own expense. He is often ignorant of rank as well as love. It is almost as if common sense is lost on him, but at the same time he is brilliant in his own way. Much of the time he doesn’t fight, he actually abhors fighting, but he happens to be rather good at it.
He sees life as a gift from the Great Wolf and wishes to enjoy it as much as is possible. He also feels that it is important to help others enjoy life as well. He doesn’t like wolves who wish to control others or wish pain on others. That is often the reason he fights, he wishes to defend the weaker from the ones who wish to hurt them.
He has endless patience and he almost never gets angry except on certain issues. He would much rather talk out issues then fight about them. He isn’t vain, but enjoys to groom himself as his sisters would often spend much of their time doing. He doesn’t purposely flirt, but he enjoys joking around with those he feels comfortable with.
History:
He often smiles at the thoughts of his past, he enjoyed the few short moments he got to spend with his family. Born to a large litter he was the second born male, therefore of little importance. He had no interest in power though and would often play with his sisters rather than his brothers. When his brothers playing got too tough on his sisters he would defend them, often ending up in fights with his brothers.
At the age of eight months his pack was attacked by a much larger pack, probably Naharis or Kezmya. He ended up running as fast as he could away from the tragedy, as they stole away females and killed the males. He ended up falling down a ravine and soaking wet in a stream. From there he took a new look on life, deciding it was a gift that he wasn’t killed with his brothers and sisters(or at least he believes they were all killed). He realized that he should be dead and everything he did was a blessing from the Great Wolf.
He devoted his life to making others happy which was a challenge as an eight month old without a pack. He decided the first thing to do was survive, which he made easy by joining another small pack, made up mainly of a single family. He proved himself by defending them from a band of rogues with the help of the father of the family. This helped him to gain rank in the pack, rank he didn’t care for. One of the sisters of the pack believed she was in love with the charming and brave Cepheus. To escape the girl, who he had no feelings for, he left the small pack.
As a loner once again he approached the new Yerizhan pack, the only one he had no ill will against. He knew that it was the only one who couldn’t have possibly killed his family, although members may have participated. He quickly assumed the position as a fighter
Appearance:
His face holds an alluring blue eye and a deep yellow one, nearly amber. He often forgets about these two attributes and will think it odd if you stare at him when you first meet. His fur is black but white dances through it like snow stuck to him when he was born. He is a tall male, moderately muscled build with a long tail which he regularly grooms.

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Gabriel's Characters Dec 29, 2013 3:07:51 GMT

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Post by Alpha Maeve on Dec 29, 2013 3:07:51 GMT

Lyra
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Pack: Loner
Rank: None
Crush: None
Mate: None
Personality: She is angry in her heart, she feels betrayed in life and deep down she always has a fire burning. She finds it hard to contain her emotions and they often flash across her face in moments of excitement or anger. When fury runs through her veins she cannot think of anything else. With a quick temper she is often unsuited for a pack, so she wonders alone. Isolation has done odd things to her though, when she is completely alone, she whispers to herself. She believes she has a split personality, one hopeful and wanting to fall in love, the other believes she has been wronged by all wolves and is a slight bit crazy.
History: She was born to a large litter in a smaller pack, so the first born female was named Hope. The rest were named after the great stars of the sky, as was accustomed in the pack. She remembers one of her brothers, Cepheus, always hanging out with the girls. She enjoyed him so much because he would always play with her. But there was an attack from a much larger pack, she managed to get away in her mother’s mouth. Until her mother was caught by a vicious male who killed her right in front of her, he grabbed Lyra by her scruff, soaking the eight month old in her mother’s blood.
He took her back to his Alpha, a shadowy character who smelled like wolf’s blood because he had murdered many of her siblings and pack members. She was dropped with a female who had been part of the massacred pack. The pack roughed them up and beat them over the next week, barely feeding them. After they got bored of them they released them on the beach to die by wild dogs, which was how the female went. Lyra, though, ran from the wild dogs, hiding in a wolverine hole until they had passed. They passed her up because the other female sacrificed her life for little Lyra.
Lyra went on to live as a loner, at first desperate to find a pack, but none would accept her. The malnourished little wolf was run off by nearly every pack she met, many said she had a bad shadow following her. After nearly five packs, large and small, she began to believe them, their words hurt her and turned her bitter.
She would hunt more then she needed, loving the feeling of the kill. That is when her crazy side began to form, with anger at the core of its existence. She killed a pup she came across in a rage, not wanting it to suffer the things she had had to go through. She would purposely cross pack lines just to piss off the ones that had rejected her. Her speed would rocket her away from the jaws of the chasing pack, or even just the few patrollers that paced at the edge of the pack lands.
Appearance: Her green eyes are nearly as striking as her brother’s bi-colored ones, the one who she only knows as a memory from far away. Her coat ranges from black and dark creams to nearly white, it is all arranged in a wonderfully unique pattern. Her frame is tall and lightly muscled, much like her brother’s, although it is more suited for a female and not nearly as tall as him. Her lithe form and long stride makes her much like a spirit in the night. Her speed keeps her away from fights, although she has been in one or two, mainly wild dogs who snuck up on her.

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