Post by Knight on Feb 14, 2010 21:10:52 GMT -5
Name: Wicca
Rank: n/a {loner}
Pack: None. Will probably end up in the "Loner Pack"
Age: 7 summers {years}
Mate: None
Roleplayed By: Knightness. <3
Basic Description: Wicca might be getting on in years, but that doesn't slow her down. She's fierce when provoked, and powerful enough that she could easily take down a younger opponent. She might have less energy, but she has far more experience. Sweet when she needs to be, Wicca is adaptable. If she wants something or someone, she'll do whatever it takes to get that thing, even kill, though she tends to shy away from killing. This might mark her as weak to some, but Wicca far prefers to have wolves live through what she wants them to endure, which typically involves mental torture more than physical torture. Mental torment is less easy to track, after all. Her fur is mainly fiery colored, leading many wolves to believe that she controls fire. In truth, Wicca does not, she controls sunlight. She can twist the sunlight, make it take forms, and give it mass, make into something that is 'real'. Her pelt is marred by a few scars on her muzzle, and down by her paws, giving her a more grizzled appearance. Of course, Wicca's fur is mainly reddish-orange, however, the further away from the center of her body the fur is, the more it fades, leaving her muzzle, wing tips, and tail tips to be a very pale yellow.
~Shadow
~Sahara
Name: Callan (Gaelic; meaning 'female warrior')
Rank: Pup/Loner
Pack: None
Age: 1 and a half months
Mate: None
Parents: Sunny & Kara
Roleplayed By: Knight
Themesong: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctwqa3QCwMw (Shattered Dreams by Johnny Hates Jazz)
Basic Description: Cold; detatched; hates self. That's Callan in 3 (well, four) words. She is cold because she can't afford to get attached to others, if she does, they will be killed, and it will be her fault. So why even go there? She's detached from the world, she doesn't really see how anything could hurt her more than the death of her mother did. And why does she hate herself? It's her fault her mother is dead, that's why.
Callan is black. What more is there to say? There are a few patches of white on her body, but other than those, Callan is entirely black. There is a still healing wound over her eye that will likely leave a scar (an injury from a tree branch as a pup), and her large paws hold testament to the fact that she shall one day be larger than her father; perhaps as large as Firepaw.
Callan controls chaos fire. She does not have fiery emotions, however, so she is not as dangerous as her father, though when she is angered, she won't hesitate to use her powers to enforce what she has to say.
When Callan was a young pup, it was her and her mother and her father. Sunny was a nearly constant figure in her life, and, though she hates to admit nowadays, she loved him. It went wrong, however, when it was her and her mother, taking a walk. Callan was very young then, so she didn't understand what that crack of thunder was, or why her mother was lying on the ground, struggling to breath. "Go!" she'd said. Callan wouldn't leave, "You stupid pup... This is all your fault that I'm dying. I don't ever want to see you again!" That time, Callan left.
Sunny found her, lost in the forest, and wheedled what happened out of her. Her father snarled to himself, and told her to come. She ate her first meat that day before setting out on the longest journey of her life; towards the Frost Pack, her father's old home
ADMIN NOTE: Callan is deemed to never have existed for the purpose of this roleplay; she was never born, and Sunny never had a mate. She is simply here for archival purposes.[/b]
