Even more Raider brats
Jael x Modesty x Gilgamesh kids
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
54
NachoMumma
The basics
Here we go again, what's that about the definition of insanity and doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results? But this time, there's a twist! And there will be two litters for you to take your pick from.
Jael & Modesty/Modesty & Gilgamesh
This time we have on offer, a litter with 2 mothers (2 pups available, will require a canine pass), and a litter from 2 leaders. Morals will remain loose and while the kids will be offered some level of sheltering while they are young, chaos can be expected to remain the order of the day, with many a raid on offer once old enough (or skilled enough) to take part.
Activity
Regardless of which litter these kids come from, I am not above killing inactive characters off for the drama. Once they reach 50 posts or hit their first birthday (whichever comes first), they are yours forever more, but I reserve the right to use them as plot fodder if you abandon them for 2 OOC months before that point (unless we’ve discussed it, my/our DMs are always open).
Names
Modesty would probably lean towards constellation/weather/navigation themed names again, Gil would suggest piratey/raider themed names. The preclaimed Modesty/Jael pups are leaning more towards a pirate/bible theme this time around.
Misc:
Modesty has quills, muntjac antlers, extra-long fur and caracal ears. Gilgamesh has crystal spines, water deer fangs and goat pupils. Gil is Extra-Large and Modesty is Dire, though regular size children are more than welcome! Jael is extra-small (and already having at least 2 dire pups) so it would probably be nice to her to have some on the smaller side (due to canine pass can go down to 18" without purchasing height).
As I’ve said, if you would like to drop one of these kids, murder or kidnapping can be discussed for the plot fodder. Incest related plots will be discouraged and there will be IC consequences if they happen. The Raider's are a fairly laid back pack with a 'fuck around and find out' policy, we want you to be true to your character, as long as you are prepared to deal with the consequences. We prefer to not discuss those OOC.
Deadline:
Monday 6th May
Designs: (or BYO)
Designs by Salt
Designs by Nacho
Designs by Bunni
Probably more designs to be added later
We are putting these up quite early to allow people time to gather any passes they might require. Once we have a deadline we will let you know!
<b>Out-of-Character Name</b>:
<b>Parents:</b>
<b>Character's Name</b>:
<b>Gender:</b>
<b>Adult Height</b>: (50% discount on height up to 42” for Gil/Mod, down to 18" covered under canine pass for Jael/Mod)
<b>Height:</b>
<b>Build:</b>
<b>Appearance Description</b>: 100 words
<b> Mutations</b>: (Optional)
<b>Personality</b>: 150 words
<b> Alignment</b>:
<b>Skills</b>:
<b> Intended plots</b>: (Optional)
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
54
NachoMumma
More designs
Designs by Nacho
Designs by Wicked
Designs by revlisfox
Parents: Gil X Mod
Character's Name: Korona Vanity Fallen
Gender: Female
Adult Height: Dire 45”
Build: Light
Appearance Description:
She prowls life with brazen intensity, her ebony fur adorned with stark contrasts of ivory, like celestial brush strokes across the canvas of night. Constellation-like markings of blue, pink, and purple blanket her body, accentuated by speckling of white splotches that embellish her sleek coat — an appearance etched by the hands of fate. With each sinuous movement, she exudes an aura of dangerous allure, her amber eyes smoldering with untamed passion and desire to obtain all that she craves. She is a visual symphony of contradictions, embodying both the ferocity of her birthright and the seductive charm of the night sky, a creature to be feared and revered in equal measure. To summarize: she’s hot and she fucking knows it - for simplicities sake.
Mutations: Quills like momma.
Personality:
Say hello, Korona.
“Aye! Nice to meet me, yeah? I fucking bet.”
A roguish girl whose personality burns as brightly as her godforsaken temper. Aggressive and unyielding, Korona will have a reputation for never backing down from a challenge, be it a physical duel or a war of words. She’s a spitfire, and she’s perfectly at home within the sea of Raiders. Her sharp vulgar tongue cuts as deep as any dagger, leaving the victims lashed as any whip would, and reeling. Maybe she’ll earn a nickname, that of the Kraken.
Snide remarks and sarcastic jabs are her preferred preliminary weapons in any confrontation, and she wields them with finesse. It’s fun to poke holes and press buttons, don’tcha know? Though beneath her brutish ways lies a sharp intelligence, make no mistake — she isn’t blindly picking fights; though she can be blinded by her own rage in some cases. Always ready to outmaneuver her adversaries with a clever quip or a cunning stratagem, this girl knows her way around a conversation.
Stubborn to the core, Korona refuses to be swayed by the opinions of others, marching to the beat of her own drum. She sees the world the way she sees it. Her unwavering determination is both her greatest strength and her most glaring flaw, driving her to achieve the impossible while often leading her headlong into danger. But it is her recklessness that truly sets her apart from the crowd. The devil may care, but Korona does not. She has a penchant for throwing caution to the wind and charging into a fray without a second thought. For one so intellectually gifted, it’s a shame her emotions guide her hand so strongly.
Impish and irreverent, Korona delights in bending the rules and defying expectations at every turn. Her antics may be infuriating to some, but to those who have earned her trust, she is a fiercely loyal friend and a steadfast ally. Love her or loathe her, these are the only things for certain. Korona does as Korona likes.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skills: Fighting/Hunting
Intended plots: Probably stats and development first and foremost.
Parents: Gil x Mod
Character's Name: Cutlass Fallen
Gender: male
Adult Height: Dire, 45”
Height:
Build: Light
Appearance Description:
the boy takes after his mother in extravagance, pelt comically at odds with his no-nonsense personality. a deep russet interspersed with streaks of galactic purple and orange, he brings to mind violet flame and apocalypse sky, a warm-toned midnight printed across his fur. fittingly, ‘Las is covered in star-like speckles from head-to-toe, and his eyes are beads of amber set into a long, narrow face. from his forehead protrude a pair of muntjac antlers identical to his mother’s, which begin as tiny nubs but reach full-size by the time he’s an adult. though he’s a rather small pup, the boy experiences a grow-spurt once he hits his first year and will never seem to stop, shooting up until he matches his formidable parents in height. impossibly lanky, he’s essentially built like a twig, and will have quite a bit of trouble controlling his gangly limbs for the first two years of his life.
tldr: lanky mfer
Mutations: Muntjac antlers
Personality:
- bookish, practical, sarcastic, mild-mannered, resourceful, aloof, pessimistic, worrier, insightful, hot-tempered
from childhood, the boy will be quiet and mild-mannered, not prone to the emotional fits and tantrums so characteristic of children. rather, he has a natural love of books and will spend much of his first year engrossed in a text, with an equal love for fiction and non-fiction both. there is something spiritually older about the boy; he will give the impression of an old man in a pup’s body. aloof and secretive, he finds it hard to confide in others and is difficult to get to know, hoarding his true feelings close to his chest with all the jealously of a dragon hoarding gold. still, the face he presents to the world is mild-mannered and generally polite, disguising the tempest of his mind with a distant smile.
Las will be a touch shy as a child, but this will erode with age - in fact, though he’ll never be outspoken, he’ll learn to speak his mind with such decisive finality those around him might wish he’d remained that tentative little scrap. when he’s grown, he’ll be known for his story-telling and his easy way with pups - a talented teacher and mentor in his own right.
naturally a problem-solver, the boy has a practicality that can border on callous, with a particular impatience for the idiotic. indeed, Las will suffer no fools. this doesn’t mean he’s unapproachable, however - in fact, far from it. resourceful and a veritable wealth of advice, it is likely he will help his siblings weather many a storm in his lifetime. despite his reserved nature, he is unexpectedly witty, with a sharp tongue and a vault of observational quips.
pessimistic in nature, Cutlass is a chronic over-thinker living in perpetual certainty that the roof is about to cave in on him at any moment. though he presents a steady, no-nonsense facade, he nurses a rather low self-esteem that can leave him moody and irritable, convinced of his own incompetence and unworthiness. no matter how adamant his companions, a part of him will always be braced for abandonment.
alas, the boy is still a raider, and as best as he’d like to ignore it, there lives a blazing inferno at the pit of his stomach - rage. struck against his heart upon birth, what begins as a single ember will spiral into a wildfire licking against the marrow of his ribcage. it’ll be largely inconsequential when he’s young, but as he grows, Cutlass will notice a hot-temper he spends much of his adolescence attempting to quell. forever burning at the forefront of his mind, he’ll grapple with a quivering fury that threatens his mild-mannered facade and scares him with its intensity. this, ultimately, lies at the heart of the boy: as much as he claims to want a life of peace - a sentiment he’ll strive to live by, at least initially - he craves danger and the thrill of battle. as such, he may find himself tempted by the adventurous and delinquent.
Alignment: True Neutral
Skills: Intellect & Nav (may switch to Fighting later depending on ic development)
Intended plots: (Optional)
Identification
Memory
Master Intellectual (250)
Intermediate Hunter (40)
2 Years
Female
88
Disaster
Out-of-Character Name: Faith
Parents: Gil x Mod
Character's Name: Sagittarius
Gender: Female
Adult Height: 41 Inches
Height: Light
Build: Average
Appearance Description:
As a young pup the little lady has a coat of crimson kissed with ebony markings, which happen to blend almost perfectly within the center of her body. There are black markings although the smaller ones are not completely visible on her until she grows almost a year. White star-like flecks adorn her entire frame, and upon her obsidian markings and hind quarters look like they are actual stars. Stark golden pools seem cold and unforgiving. Her entire coat is soft but thick.
Mutations: (Optional)
Personality:
• Adventurous • Collector • Mild • Verbal • Caring • Edgy • Herbalist • Judgemental •
Sagittarius enjoys wandering off even without her parents consent. The collector of many things. Especially with documenting all the stars in the skies. She would know which ones would lead back home if she ever wandered too far. She is knowledgeable in the same sense.
She is edgy, almost always on guard, she’d rather be that then too kind and caring. Also very quick to judge - even with other family members and anyone around her. Some would say she is cold but guarded. Sagittarius isn’t one to give too much information out. Even about herself.
In all honesty, she’d rather get verbal with someone or something than have to fight. That’s just how this female is. But she is also all mixed in to be one hell of a protector and someone that anyone can count on.
While being a collector she also enjoys gathering herbs to help anyone in need.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Skills:
Intended plots: (Optional)
Parents: IDK YET, Either or tbh!
Character's Name: Jackdaw or Scorpio
Gender: Male
Adult Height: (50% discount on height up to 42” for Gil/Mod, down to 18" covered under canine pass for Jael/Mod)
Height:
Build:
Appearance Description: 100 words
Mutations: (Optional)
Personality: 150 words
Alignment:
Skills:
Intended plots: (Optional)
WIPWIPWIP
Out-of-Character Name: Janoobus
Parents: Modesty x Jael
Character's Name: Lyra Rum Spice
Gender: Female
Adult Height: 23'
Height:TBD as a pup?
Build: lean and athletic
Appearance Description:
As a puppy, Lyra will be smaller than most of her litter. Her ears will be flopped over as a pup but around 2-3 months they will be erect and remain there throughout her life. During the first few months, she will be a soft and round pup. As she gets closer to 6 months there will be a growth spurt where Lyra is too clumsy as she tries to adjust to her growing body.
As an adult her eyes are made of a deep ocean surrounding cold steel. Not much expression behind them other than thought and her constant analysis. It can be hard to gauge what she is thinking based on her face. Lyra's canine heritage is more evident in her than in others. While it is more diluted than her mother Jael, it is obvious in her build. Lyra is taller than her mother but leaner. Her legs seem a little too long for her body as if it couldn't decide whether it wanted to grow to the size of Modesty or stay on the more domesticated size. Her coat also nods to the border collie in her. White socks, a white blaze on a black mask. Her maw is a little more pointed than the average wolf. Despite her small stature, Lyra will be extremely athletic and agile. What she lacks in strength and power she makes up for in endurance and dexterity. As she matures, she will become very confident in her movements. Lyra will appear to float at times with how fluid and graceful she is.
Scent: Pine, a fresh breeze, running water
Mutations: Tufted Ears
Personality: [OOC: this is me roughing out her personality without polishing it, IC events can change it but this will always be the base of her]
She does not say more than needed, majority of her conversation is within her mind. Thinking... Thinking... She is a steady river, that has yet to overflow. She is serious and sharp. Lyra will quickly learn that being silent is the best way to observe others too often will she witness someone saying more than needed much to their detriment. Something she finds quite interesting. The girl will try not to jump to conclusions and prefers to accept everything for what it is. It's hard to tell if she has morals, if she does, she doesn't voice them. Lyra has a fierce loyalty to her family. It becomes evident Modesty is her mother when Lyra asserts her will, what she wants she WILL get. She will not quit.
Despite her withdrawn nature, she has to remain near her family. Deeply devoted to them, almost like a dog. Reliability cannot be doubted. Lyra prefers predictability and oddly enough the chaos of her family is predictable. She knows them, what she does not know is others. Her loyalty is unwavering and there is no weight they could shove upon her that she wouldn't bear. When comes to her family she is a massive hypocrite, justifying anything they do or simply not even attempting to do so because they can do no wrong.
There is a call deep in her bones. The urge to please. The urge to have order. The urge to control. Maybe it's the shepherd lineage when things are out of place it causes her to become unsettled. Lyra is tenacious, driven, and focused. From a young age, one could note Lyra's need to keep order. Constantly picking up after others, making sure everyone is together. She is methodical and organized. Facts over emotion, she wants to get the job done as efficiently as possible. Lyra hates to make mistakes; perfection is what she strives for almost to the point of obsession. Who cares about what could be? What is now is all that matters. What you do with the present is extremely important.
Extremely Darwinist, one of her deepest beliefs is that if you cannot defend yourself then you should not have it. Being her small stature, Lyra will work hard every day to be her best self. The hybrid may not be the largest wolf, but she strives to be one of the highest caliber.
Alignment: ISTJ-A, Lawful Evil
Skills: fighting / intellect
Intended plots: I would like to develop her more IC as for now, be heavily influenced by both her mothers. Specifically, follow Jael around? Not sure yet! I know there will be some idolizing.
Parents: Jael x Modesty
Character's Name: Solomon Abraxas (Fallen? Still don't know, and I play like three of these hoes)
Gender: Male
Adult Height: 40" (RIP Jael)
Height: XL
Build: Light
Appearance Description:
(this, but put it on that one smooth collie lineart I see up there lol)
I'd be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love
A night-born mistwalker. Less of a hellhound, more of a church-grim. Solomon is chiseled from dark marble in the worst of ways. The ways that cut and drink blood at the mere thought of a touch. Draped in a silken pelage of obsidian, it does nothing to soften his edges. He more a blade than a boy, and he glints and shines like well honed steel. All of the darkest parts of his lineage converge to paint him in an unbroken wash of jet black- the boy born in his funeral shroud. When he was thrust into the cold void of the whelping den, he could easily have been lost amid the shadows of firelight. In the weeks, months that pass after his birth, a few spots of light. Pinpricks of silver- the stars on a moonless night cast upon his raven coat. A small group of bright freckles cast upon the right side of his face- keen eyes might recognize the amalgam to match the stellar figure of Aries crossing over his features.
A creature of night, until you find yourself pinned beneath his stare. Bright. Too bright. Staring into the light beyond heaven's gate, his eyes are so impossibly pale that they could easily be mistaken for the bone enshrined in the meat which tethers him to mortality. Staring out from a living shadow, wreathed in long lashes that do nothing to soften that sharp, deadly stare.
The subtle curl of his coat, the silken shine of it- like the oil slick gleam of a raven's wing. Coupled with the downwards tilt of his eartips, one need not waste much time recognizing his collie lineage. But the narrow chest, the massive paws, those long legs. Those are all wolf. Solomon wears his lineage like a well-tailored suit. It simply fits, flatters, accentuates. He's an unearthly, unsettling thing. Not quite wolf, not quite dog. Not quite real, not quite seelie.
Mutations: If I can scrounge them up, I would. Probably give him ram horns? kudu horns? or weird(er) eyes.
Personality: themes - too sweet, hozier / burn your village, kiki rockwell / talk, hozier / holy water, tillian / it will come back, hozier
Quiet: though he has a voice, Solomon tends to prefer communicating with his eyes. With the movements of his slender form. All implications and intent and inference. Amidst the cacophony of a violent world, he would prefer to drift on the ebb and flow of unseen tides and allow his subtle machinations to speak for him. Even his movements are muted- muffled by carefully placed steps, slipping to and fro like a ghost. When Solomon opts to speak aloud, it is in riddles. He loves nothing more than his allegories and metaphors, eager to deliver prophecy couched in mystic symbolism.
Observant: in his marrow and his meat lives something that is always watching. Drinking it all in through the unsettling pale gaze of a wolf-dog. Aeons of selection for the sharpest, quickest wits with which to devour information and make snap decisions to keep herds and kin safe. The Shepherd must protect what is his, and to protect he must know every nook and cranny of his surroundings. So he picks up on little details, subtle shifts of posture and quick darting shadows in the peripheries. Hardly anything escapes his all-consuming gaze.
Devotee: a manifestation of divine obsession, a supplicant vessel burgeoning with adoration. Solomon imparts affection without shame, throws himself bodily at the feet of those whose power he recognizes as greater than his own. His mothers. His father. His most holy God. He exists at the beck and call of his most beloved, and within his cavernous heart there is a creche where he is eager to stuff them for eternity. Solomon's obsessive expressions of love and devotion to his kin can easily overwhelm as he grows and ages, his abilities becoming more refined, his sense of self more closely linked with the carving of flesh. A prowler in the night, hovering on the brink of insanity as he grapples with the intensity of his love love love love.
Hungry: were he to stumble upon a font of immortality, Solomon would readily cast himself unto its depths. To grant the boon of endless time to see, to learn, to know. One might go so far as to label him a bookworm, so keen is he to bury himself beneath stacks of ancient tomes and consume as much information as he can manage. With the passage of time, his study of whatever volumes he can acquire will expand to include experimentation. Carving apart carcasses to understand their mechanisms, to understand the ineffable divinity trapped within the blood and bile of mortality. To know what bends and what breaks, what cures and what kills, on and on until the end of time itself. Solomon is shamelessly greedy, as though he has lived a thousand years without a drop of water before he finally stumbled upon his oasis.
Ruthless: some disturbing mixture of collie- and god- bloods have created a tireless machine that will run until it dies. He would forgo sleep, food, blinking if it was necessary for the culmination of his task. Solomon should not be made an enemy of. He will spend the rest of his days orchestrating your violent death.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Skills: Intellect & Navigation
Intended plots: be weird, generally off-putting, you know. Be a momma's boy except he won't pick a favourite momma. Maybe turn into a zealot like his grandma. Or become some kind of blood-scrying mad prophet. Hard to say, really.
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