So I've got one Avalon x Vereux kid available for adoption. Her previous profile can be found Here.

She is 2yrs old now, born in winter. Her littermates are Okami, Arke, & Afrit.
Her height must remain the same, so she's an itty bitty 24" inches ;D

You're welcome to change the name, and her design as well. Here are some designs, and there's also one Here. I'd prefer premade designs are chosen for the sake of making it easier to adopt out in the future (but hopefully it won't come down to that), but if you reeeaaalllyyy must use your own design then run it by me first. If you do then you give permission for the design to remain with the character for use on Ardent only, k thanks.

I reserve the right to take her back again after a month of inactivity.

Now personality wise, she was pretty depressed after her father died and had some issues. She's a pacifist and whatnot, though she did leave Talis in Spring of year 9 to return to the north on a journey to find herself and what she wants to do. She had a good send off by her older brother, Dragon, as well as her mother. She was also rather fond of Okami, though i'm not sure about the relationships with her other littermates, though she promised to eventually come back to be the best healer she can be!

She can be open for personality change since it's been almost a year that she's been gone now.

Name theme: The Ancora's have a habit of having a theme, consisting of War, strength, values, mythical creatures, and so on. Though Avalon won't name her kid anything japanese or stuff like that since she doesn't know the language or culture, however, Vereux's name was Yoruban, so that's ok too.

Aaaalright...so yeah, have at it. I'll choose someone should I find the right fit, k thanks.

Updating to add that apps must be done within 7 days or will not be considered.

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<b>Character Name:</b> --- Ancora
<b>Design:</b>
<b>Personality:</b>
<b>What has she been up to?:</b> Little recap on what she's done since she left home.
<b>Rp Sample:</b>

Character Name: Wyvern Ancora

Design: Ref

24'' -- Light build

Wyvern is, quite literally, the runt of the litter. She'll stay as tiny as fluffy as she was when she was just a pup, with long fur that gives her a young, puppy-ish look despite her being two years of age. Everything about her, from her small frame to her tiny paws, just makes her seem delicate, like the tiniest blow would shatter her. Her legs are surprisingly long, although, with her lower height, that doesn't work well. Nothing at all could make her even the slightest bit intimidating; her small size and innocent appearance makes sure of that.

Wyvern takes after her father in terms of appearance. She's not a copy of him, but her colors are a way to make it known who her parents are. Cloaked almost entirely in a deep slate gray, she is possibly the darkest colored out of her littermates. White tips the tops of her ears and the tip of her tail, a contrast to the darker base coat that she has. The tan of her mother covers her chest and stomach. Finally, ebony coats her front paws and goes up in a stripe, covering the front of her legs up to her shoulders. While not as marked as her siblings, it is no lie that Wyvern is a mix of different colors, all that seem to go fairly well with each other.

Wyvern's gaze is a bright green. Her gaze is almost shockingly bright against her darker colored fur. Even her eyes hint at her ancestor; the same green, with just a hint of a lighter green around her pupils.

Personality:

What has she been up to?: Little recap on what she's done since she left home.

Rp Sample:

-casually bumps-

Character Name: WIPPPPP Ancora
Design: LOL LET ME GET BACK TO YOU ON THIS
Personality: Meep
What has she been up to?: Merp
Rp Sample: WIP, yo.

Sorry, I keep applying for characters and I can't even promise activity D:

Changed my mind, sorry

Character Name: Sylph Ancora
Design:

 

Personality: Sylph is still much the same as she had been, at least to a casual observer. She is still shy and soft spoken, preferring not to draw attention and still grateful for her tiny stature, she is still a sweet girl who seeks only to do right by others but her once friendly demeanor has been replaced with a nervous fear of strangers. She still can't stand to see a stranger hurt but she is visibly uncomfortable with prolonged contact with strangers.

The girl is still a pacifist almost more so than before she left. She has extreme negative reactions to fights, cowering in fear at the mere prospect of such. In fact much of her fear is in line with PTSD, because that is what she suffers from.

That being said she is still incredibly loyal to those she trusts and she strives to improve herself to help them, she still seeks to be a great healer to help protect her family and friends.

What has she been up to?: She found her father's grave and traded healer training with a few northern wolves before she was taken prisoner by a malicious wolf who held her in his den for who knows how long and did with her what he would. One day he didn't come back and it took a few days for her to build up her courage to escape and make her way back to her family.

Rp Sample: Sylph eyed the injured wolf with apprehension, according to her brother he was a trusted member of the pack who had fought valiantly... but like much of the pack he'd joined since her cursed journey north. The girl swallowed the lump in her throat and got to work examining his bruised form. She ran though a mental list of herbs she'd need: Trillium to clean his wounds and kill any infection that may have taken root, Meadowsweet to help with pain, Dandelions a few times a week for bruising...

The girl got to work with the herbs she had with her, tending his wounds with as much gentle care as she could possibly muster and even as she did so she found herself resenting she was being forced to do this... Had her mother's pack been just as war driven as it appeared to be under her brother? Those thoughts were painful for her, she loved her brother even as some of her family seemed to judge her for her continued attachment to her father, and Dragon had given her a place to belong again but- well she just couldn't help it... every time she found out there would be wolves fighting she felt the panic rising in her like bile and she feared the eventuality of retaliation on their own borders.

As she finished up with her patient she moved away from the rest of the wolves around her, settling upon her haunches and shrinking in upon herself. She screwed her eyes closed, tiny form shaking as she fought against the images of violence that flashed through her mind. She couldn't go on like this? How was she to help the pack if she couldn't even handle a single mention of fighting?

Character Name: Pixie Ancora

Design: Design 5, edited slightly to have tan toes and white neck/stomach

Personality:

Pixie is no longer the shy wolf that she used to be, having grown more confident in herself while she was away. She still doesn’t like to be the center of attention when it involves a large crowd, though. Rather, she’d prefer just two or three wolves if she absolutely has to address all of them. While no longer to the extent she used to do, Pixie still tries to make herself blend in. She doesn’t want to do anything that would cause her to stand out or make a scene. Since she’s so small, she believes that this is a bonus to being able to blend in. After all, nobody would notice a tiny wolf, when there’s much larger ones around.

Just like before she left, Pixie dislikes any sort of fighting and looks down upon it, wondering why everyone just can’t get along. The sight of blood makes her a bit sick, but she can force that aside to heal someone, even if it lingers for a while afterwards. When it comes to healing, or learning about it, she seems to be drawn in, like nothing else would stir her from it until it’s over with. Unless she absolutely had to, for defense, Pixie would never hurt any creature. Even if she had to, guilt would tug at her and she’d try her best to show mercy any way that she could. This probably makes her a target, but she believes that she’ll be fine as long as she doesn’t bother anyone. That’s the way she believes it should be, anyways; nobody fighting, and all of them living in peace.

Pixie is loyal, although most of that loyalty is directed towards her family rather than anyone else. These are the wolves she loves the most, of course, so she would never turn her back against them. Her family has a special place in her heart, but out of all of them, her mother and Okami are the ones she cares for the most. These two are the ones that she looks up to and respects, ones that she wants to hear the opinions of. Just like with her family, Pixie wants to know what her friends think of her, and how she could be a better friend. While she may have been discouraged by negative feedback in the past, it now only makes her determined to be better than she had been, and the best she can be.

Pixie doesn’t want to get hurt, even if it's for the sake of others. She doesn’t want others to be hurt, either. Having a dislike of when others worry about her, she’ll try her best to stay out of danger, and keep others out of danger as well. This even reaches to how she treats wolves she doesn’t know. She can’t trust them, and they may be a bit dangerous. She’d rather get to know them well before she spent a lot of time around them. Before then, she may come off as a bit standoffish, giving short answers and not being the most friendly. Regardless of if she trusts them or not, there’s one thing that she cannot do, and that’s leave an injured creature. Pixie’s soft hearted, although she wouldn’t like to admit it, and would heal even the worst wolf if it came down to it, even if it meant being judged for it. At least she helped someone that day.

Finally, Pixie is a bit overprotective of her family. While nothing’s happened to her, she’s seen a lot, and she doesn’t want that to happen to those she cares about. She’d much rather keep a wolf she didn’t trust away from her family than let them even breathe the same air. She doesn’t want them to do anything that would get them hurt, and she’d try and advise them against anything that would potentially be dangerous, although she wouldn’t go so far as to forcefully stop them. She believes that would hurt them more than anything. She’ll not like it if they do decide to go through with it, and she’ll make it painfully clear as well.

What has she been up to?: After the death of her father, Pixie, then named Charm, went to find herself after a tearful goodbye from her siblings. She wasn't exactly sure what she had been planning to do, but it was a way to do something to make herself stronger. For a while, she traveled almost nonstop, and found a small group of wolves, all mismatched and strange but all the same moving as a unit.

She loved their culture, how they traveled, and how the hunting was done, everyone pulling their weight but nobody being pushed away. It didn't last long, though. A much larger, aggressive pack interrupted their journey one day, chasing them away and separating them. Pixie wound up having to lead a wolf her age, one who got his paw hurt while running.

Along the way, she grew closer to this wolf, eventually coming to view him as more than a friend, but homesickness clawed at her. When she got him back home to the group, she admitted that it was time for her to go. He tried to get her to stay, but she couldn't.

On her way back home, she decided on a new name. She was no longer Charm; she was someone new. Instead, she was Pixie.

Rp Sample: She was almost home; Pixie could make out some of the familiar territory that she had seen so long ago. It wouldn't be long before she could see her siblings, and her mother again. A pang went through her; she wasn't expecting the homesickness to hit her this hard, or at least not now. Not when she was close enough that it'd only be a few day's journey to meet her family again, if weather held out and she traveled at a steady pace. Really, Pixie would have been lying if she said that she wasn't scared of how her family had changed, if they had. It had been a year; they may have in some way. She had changed, herself, so she knew that her siblings likely would have as well. She had hope that they'd act how they used to, though. She wanted it to be easy to just fall back in the routine they had.

Pixie would also have to hope the new name didn't bother them.