The Armada Family
11-08-2013, 11:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2013, 12:21 AM by Myth I.)
I gave up trying to resist.
Original Name: Unai Armada
Chosen Name: Unai Armada
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Brief History: After his brother was pushed away from the pack and family Unai worked hard to appease his father not eager to follow in his brother's footsteps. In fact it hadn't been till his father's death that he had thought much of the world beyond his little sphere. With his father dead the man slipped away not eager to be caught up in the power struggle that would ensue.
Plans:
Wander until he hears word of his brother, catch up with the estranged man, join either Glaciem or Tortuaga as best suits him. Catch up with his other siblings; older, half etc. Various other generic plots such as finding enemies, friends, love. Mayhaps trying to reconnect with his brother.
Appearance:
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Unai is as differnet from his brother as possible. He has inherited the grey/blue coloration of his father, with lighter almost silver color from his mother as markings. The tip of his left ear, tip of his tail, chest, underbelly, toes on his front right paw and back left paw as well as the whole of his back right paw are this lighter color. His eyes are a strange occurrence the left being bright green like his mothers and the right being the cobalt blue of his father?s.
Unai is not large, not by any standards in fact he is hardly even considered medium in size. Standing a mere 30 inches in size and weighing only 136 pounds the man does very little to seem imposing. He is slim, almost slight.
Personality: Unai is pretty non-confrontational, simply letting slights and offenses roll off his back where it might drive others to be aggressive. That is not to say he can?t be upset but overall he is pretty mellow, if not a little distant. Really little of the world seems to matter much to the man, he accepts and respects rules and laws as part of the way of the world but would just as easily disregard some moral choices should not laws stop him. The man is so slow to anger that it may seem as though he simply cannot feel it at all, this is of course wrong as he does care for some things within his life.
Loyalty means very little for the man, he does not expect anyone to look after him and so does not afford others the same luxury. Family ties also hold very little sway for the man, even though he does enjoy the company of his family.
Unai is non-committal; often times agreeing to do something before backing out of it should it inconvenience him. Overall he is outwardly unfeeling, this is wrong as he does have a sense of humor and a rather strong romantic side.
Original Name: Unai Armada
Chosen Name: Unai Armada
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Brief History: After his brother was pushed away from the pack and family Unai worked hard to appease his father not eager to follow in his brother's footsteps. In fact it hadn't been till his father's death that he had thought much of the world beyond his little sphere. With his father dead the man slipped away not eager to be caught up in the power struggle that would ensue.
Plans:
Wander until he hears word of his brother, catch up with the estranged man, join either Glaciem or Tortuaga as best suits him. Catch up with his other siblings; older, half etc. Various other generic plots such as finding enemies, friends, love. Mayhaps trying to reconnect with his brother.
Appearance:
Ref here
Unai is as differnet from his brother as possible. He has inherited the grey/blue coloration of his father, with lighter almost silver color from his mother as markings. The tip of his left ear, tip of his tail, chest, underbelly, toes on his front right paw and back left paw as well as the whole of his back right paw are this lighter color. His eyes are a strange occurrence the left being bright green like his mothers and the right being the cobalt blue of his father?s.
Unai is not large, not by any standards in fact he is hardly even considered medium in size. Standing a mere 30 inches in size and weighing only 136 pounds the man does very little to seem imposing. He is slim, almost slight.
Personality: Unai is pretty non-confrontational, simply letting slights and offenses roll off his back where it might drive others to be aggressive. That is not to say he can?t be upset but overall he is pretty mellow, if not a little distant. Really little of the world seems to matter much to the man, he accepts and respects rules and laws as part of the way of the world but would just as easily disregard some moral choices should not laws stop him. The man is so slow to anger that it may seem as though he simply cannot feel it at all, this is of course wrong as he does care for some things within his life.
Loyalty means very little for the man, he does not expect anyone to look after him and so does not afford others the same luxury. Family ties also hold very little sway for the man, even though he does enjoy the company of his family.
Unai is non-committal; often times agreeing to do something before backing out of it should it inconvenience him. Overall he is outwardly unfeeling, this is wrong as he does have a sense of humor and a rather strong romantic side.
11-09-2013, 05:16 PM
NOTE: No more neutral good etc. characters will be accepted, the family is one of strong determination and competition; they are known to attempt to eradicate any packs that pose a remote threat to them. Due to the number of kinder Armada's created, from here on only neutral and darker alignments will be approved.
11-11-2013, 06:33 AM
Original Name: Halom
Chosen Name: Sin Armada
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Brief History: Sin left his previous pack on the account that he felt they were not good enough. With his mother dead and his father gone, he felt that there was no place for him. He became an outcast, his ways were much different then the ways of his former pack. He wanted to purge the pack of weaklings, but they denied his ideas and so he became an exile. Vowing revenge, he would seek out his father to find out if he was like them or if he was like Sin himself.
Plans: Maybe roam around a bit, stir up some trouble, make some enemies, then find his father and join his pack.
Appearance: With a coat of pure ivory white, he dons the cloak of an angel. He takes after his father, though lacking the albino trait he might as well be a similar replica. He walks with grace and an air of command, nothing less and far from inferior. Muscles ripple silently below silken armor, none know his strength until they feel his wrath upon them. His tail is defined with grace, seldom does it ever touch the ground as he moves with graceful stride. Tendrils of ivory threads dangle upon the tip of his appendage, his body groomed to perfection. Long and lithe legs are corded with agility, surpassing that of his most agile prey; be they elk or wolf. He adores the thrill of the hunt, and so ivory daggers are always kept to gleaming perfection to form the most fiendish smile one could have. Venomous amber gaze replicates that of a rattle snake, immobilizing his victims before slaughtering them before they know what happened. Blood often stains his pelt in dark ruby patterns, though he pays it no mind and instead relishes in the glamour of his victims spilled blood. His body is lean from living in the Northern mountains, though it has only aided in giving him the utmost stamina and endurance. He can run miles without getting tired, without breaking a sweat(if wolves could sweat) and without breaking stride. All of course, in any kind of terrain. Sharpened claws extend like a serpents fangs beyond their sheaths of flesh. It is no secret, he learned from mountain cats how to sharpen his claws upon stone to use his torturous devices upon his victims flesh. The voice of this demon sends chills up the spine of all he speaks to, his demeanor emanating his chaotic core. Those who find themselves in his presence quake in fear, for he commands obedience and nothing less.
Personality:Charming//Devious//Sinister//Sadistic//Power-Hungry//Without-Remorse//Cold//Unmerciful//Mercenary//Silver-Tongued//Blood-Thirsty//Seductive//Vengeful//Brave//Loyal//Quick-Tempered//Sharp-Tongued//Womanizer//The Devil In Disguise
It is no secret what this boy is all about. He is the entity of Sin itself, thus his namesake. He strives to infect the land with the blood of his enemies, friend and foe alike. He holds no remorse for those that stand in his path, be it on purpose or accidental. If his tactics of seducing and charming his way into one's mind fail, then he will not hesitate to strike them down or force them to his bidding. Women especially, he adores the thrill of the chase and the feeble attempts of such feminine lives. He loves when they fight back, for it only gives him more reason to force himself upon them to gain what he wants. He cares not for those who are unworthy of bearing his devils seed, and he has yet to find one worthy. Those he comes across are used and then mercilessly tortured. He loves to hear the strangled cries of his unfortunate victims, and always makes clean work of them; just to watch them suffer longer. He has no feelings for anyone or anything, except for the select few in his life which only include his family and those his Father holds close. He does not believe in love, and if one were to try to break through his ice enclosed heart then they may find themselves with heart break...or worse. He will use women to his benefit in order to satisfy his needs, that is when he uses his charming and seductive qualities. He knows all the right buttons to push, though he has also learned that there are some difficult women out there, he will resort to brute force if necessary. He is a sadist at heart, and it shows in the way he gains pleasure from inflicting pain upon others. One might say it's a strange turn on of his, as watching his victims in pain arouses him. He enjoys it with a passion, and so he continues doing it as it fills him with the desire. He gains sickening pleasure, his features often contorting into the devils smile as he stares his victims in the eye as they slowly pass to the afterlife. He is the spawn of Hell, the Devils child. He doesn't play nice, and doesn't ever show mercy. He is a stone cold killer, quick to anger and there is little that can put out that flame. If it's lit while you are in his sights, you better run. He will chase you down relentlessly and hurt you in the most cruel ways, be it slowly ripping out your tongue, carving out your eyeball or simply skinning parts of you...alive. Sin is a relentless fighter, he will resort to any means necessary to finish off his opponent and secure a win. Though not every wolf is perfect, for if he loses he will continue to go after you until he wins or you die. Sin is only loyal to his family, mainly his Father. He will strive to do what he can to do as his father commands, and will fight with him and stand by him no matter what. Those who betray his kingdom will be marked, and Sin will see to it that they get what they deserve. None should tempt this devil, it will only result in your demise.
Chosen Name: Sin Armada
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Brief History: Sin left his previous pack on the account that he felt they were not good enough. With his mother dead and his father gone, he felt that there was no place for him. He became an outcast, his ways were much different then the ways of his former pack. He wanted to purge the pack of weaklings, but they denied his ideas and so he became an exile. Vowing revenge, he would seek out his father to find out if he was like them or if he was like Sin himself.
Plans: Maybe roam around a bit, stir up some trouble, make some enemies, then find his father and join his pack.
Appearance: With a coat of pure ivory white, he dons the cloak of an angel. He takes after his father, though lacking the albino trait he might as well be a similar replica. He walks with grace and an air of command, nothing less and far from inferior. Muscles ripple silently below silken armor, none know his strength until they feel his wrath upon them. His tail is defined with grace, seldom does it ever touch the ground as he moves with graceful stride. Tendrils of ivory threads dangle upon the tip of his appendage, his body groomed to perfection. Long and lithe legs are corded with agility, surpassing that of his most agile prey; be they elk or wolf. He adores the thrill of the hunt, and so ivory daggers are always kept to gleaming perfection to form the most fiendish smile one could have. Venomous amber gaze replicates that of a rattle snake, immobilizing his victims before slaughtering them before they know what happened. Blood often stains his pelt in dark ruby patterns, though he pays it no mind and instead relishes in the glamour of his victims spilled blood. His body is lean from living in the Northern mountains, though it has only aided in giving him the utmost stamina and endurance. He can run miles without getting tired, without breaking a sweat(if wolves could sweat) and without breaking stride. All of course, in any kind of terrain. Sharpened claws extend like a serpents fangs beyond their sheaths of flesh. It is no secret, he learned from mountain cats how to sharpen his claws upon stone to use his torturous devices upon his victims flesh. The voice of this demon sends chills up the spine of all he speaks to, his demeanor emanating his chaotic core. Those who find themselves in his presence quake in fear, for he commands obedience and nothing less.
Personality:Charming//Devious//Sinister//Sadistic//Power-Hungry//Without-Remorse//Cold//Unmerciful//Mercenary//Silver-Tongued//Blood-Thirsty//Seductive//Vengeful//Brave//Loyal//Quick-Tempered//Sharp-Tongued//Womanizer//The Devil In Disguise
It is no secret what this boy is all about. He is the entity of Sin itself, thus his namesake. He strives to infect the land with the blood of his enemies, friend and foe alike. He holds no remorse for those that stand in his path, be it on purpose or accidental. If his tactics of seducing and charming his way into one's mind fail, then he will not hesitate to strike them down or force them to his bidding. Women especially, he adores the thrill of the chase and the feeble attempts of such feminine lives. He loves when they fight back, for it only gives him more reason to force himself upon them to gain what he wants. He cares not for those who are unworthy of bearing his devils seed, and he has yet to find one worthy. Those he comes across are used and then mercilessly tortured. He loves to hear the strangled cries of his unfortunate victims, and always makes clean work of them; just to watch them suffer longer. He has no feelings for anyone or anything, except for the select few in his life which only include his family and those his Father holds close. He does not believe in love, and if one were to try to break through his ice enclosed heart then they may find themselves with heart break...or worse. He will use women to his benefit in order to satisfy his needs, that is when he uses his charming and seductive qualities. He knows all the right buttons to push, though he has also learned that there are some difficult women out there, he will resort to brute force if necessary. He is a sadist at heart, and it shows in the way he gains pleasure from inflicting pain upon others. One might say it's a strange turn on of his, as watching his victims in pain arouses him. He enjoys it with a passion, and so he continues doing it as it fills him with the desire. He gains sickening pleasure, his features often contorting into the devils smile as he stares his victims in the eye as they slowly pass to the afterlife. He is the spawn of Hell, the Devils child. He doesn't play nice, and doesn't ever show mercy. He is a stone cold killer, quick to anger and there is little that can put out that flame. If it's lit while you are in his sights, you better run. He will chase you down relentlessly and hurt you in the most cruel ways, be it slowly ripping out your tongue, carving out your eyeball or simply skinning parts of you...alive. Sin is a relentless fighter, he will resort to any means necessary to finish off his opponent and secure a win. Though not every wolf is perfect, for if he loses he will continue to go after you until he wins or you die. Sin is only loyal to his family, mainly his Father. He will strive to do what he can to do as his father commands, and will fight with him and stand by him no matter what. Those who betray his kingdom will be marked, and Sin will see to it that they get what they deserve. None should tempt this devil, it will only result in your demise.
11-13-2013, 10:25 AM
Try for Isardis X Nephisa Pup:
Original Name: NEREA ARMADA
Chosen Name: ROMAN ARMADA
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Brief History:
Born during the height of her mother's reign, her coat of ivory was branded at age one, with the markings that can be found on her coat to this day. Upon the death of her mother, she left the lands, moving to find her father and see what kind of pack he had ruling beneath him, interested in the albino beast she knew, oh so little of. A name, is all she has to go on. Her killing experience thus far has been limited to prey animals, though her mind often wanders to the taste of her own, wandering what they?ll taste like, and how it?ll feel to feel their life leave their bodies.
Plans: Find Isardis. Eat a baby or two. (Of course not his :O)
Appearance:
Appearances are important, no?
Draped in a pallid hue, the large built dame will seem pure and untainted in colour, aside from the glourious markings that her mother bestowed upon her.The markings she was given are crimson and gold in colour, painted around her left eye, and the other marking on her right hip. Her build is sturdy, lean, and always carefully groomed. Her fur is long, thick, and soft, billowing around her nearly like feathers. Her eyes are a deep purple, hypnotizing colour. Due to her young age, she doesn?t have an significant scars as of yet, though some are there from minor injuries, but are not visible due to the thickness of her fur.
Personality:
Manipulative. Secretive. Drool. Dark.
Every move, every breathe, everything about this ivory goddess is designed to manipulate. Her true intentions could always be questioned. She likes to weave webs around people, creating a false charade to lure them in serenely before promptly ripping their heads from their bodies and dancing in their blood. Every word that leaves her delicate jaws is designed to serve a purpose, she does little without a grand reason.
Secrets, lo, this girl and her secrets, her deep coloured eyes hide many things that her jaws are hesitant to release. She trusts few completely, and is very careful in her words when speaking to those whose loyalties she questions, and question others she does. Though she seems to speak little about herself, she?s quick to ?suck? up information about others, drawing them in, to weave her manipulative web.
Her tone is a low montone, the majority of the time. She?s known to vary the pitch when it suits her purpose, though the majority of the time her voice is low, soft, and even- not betraying her emotions a bit, nearly as cold as her dark eyes, and just as distant.
Dark, one would do well never to forget that this dame is a killer no matter how innocent she seems. Bloodlust clouds her visions at times, her need to taste the crimson liquid, feel the life drain from one beneath her jaws, can be overpowering. That monster you fear so much? Imagine it clouded in ivory hues, and coming for your throat.
Other: Of course Roamer can afford her lovely markings. :3 250 for tribal, yes?
-- Her loyalties will of course be to her father, and she'll quite happy to carry out any of his orders. I chose lawful evil, because she will obey orders, and she's not totally crazy. Only evil when she can eat babies, or when Isardis allows it.
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hip marking, demo:
Original Name: NEREA ARMADA
Chosen Name: ROMAN ARMADA
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Brief History:
Born during the height of her mother's reign, her coat of ivory was branded at age one, with the markings that can be found on her coat to this day. Upon the death of her mother, she left the lands, moving to find her father and see what kind of pack he had ruling beneath him, interested in the albino beast she knew, oh so little of. A name, is all she has to go on. Her killing experience thus far has been limited to prey animals, though her mind often wanders to the taste of her own, wandering what they?ll taste like, and how it?ll feel to feel their life leave their bodies.
Plans: Find Isardis. Eat a baby or two. (Of course not his :O)
Appearance:
Appearances are important, no?
Draped in a pallid hue, the large built dame will seem pure and untainted in colour, aside from the glourious markings that her mother bestowed upon her.The markings she was given are crimson and gold in colour, painted around her left eye, and the other marking on her right hip. Her build is sturdy, lean, and always carefully groomed. Her fur is long, thick, and soft, billowing around her nearly like feathers. Her eyes are a deep purple, hypnotizing colour. Due to her young age, she doesn?t have an significant scars as of yet, though some are there from minor injuries, but are not visible due to the thickness of her fur.
Personality:
Manipulative. Secretive. Drool. Dark.
Every move, every breathe, everything about this ivory goddess is designed to manipulate. Her true intentions could always be questioned. She likes to weave webs around people, creating a false charade to lure them in serenely before promptly ripping their heads from their bodies and dancing in their blood. Every word that leaves her delicate jaws is designed to serve a purpose, she does little without a grand reason.
Secrets, lo, this girl and her secrets, her deep coloured eyes hide many things that her jaws are hesitant to release. She trusts few completely, and is very careful in her words when speaking to those whose loyalties she questions, and question others she does. Though she seems to speak little about herself, she?s quick to ?suck? up information about others, drawing them in, to weave her manipulative web.
Her tone is a low montone, the majority of the time. She?s known to vary the pitch when it suits her purpose, though the majority of the time her voice is low, soft, and even- not betraying her emotions a bit, nearly as cold as her dark eyes, and just as distant.
Dark, one would do well never to forget that this dame is a killer no matter how innocent she seems. Bloodlust clouds her visions at times, her need to taste the crimson liquid, feel the life drain from one beneath her jaws, can be overpowering. That monster you fear so much? Imagine it clouded in ivory hues, and coming for your throat.
Other: Of course Roamer can afford her lovely markings. :3 250 for tribal, yes?
-- Her loyalties will of course be to her father, and she'll quite happy to carry out any of his orders. I chose lawful evil, because she will obey orders, and she's not totally crazy. Only evil when she can eat babies, or when Isardis allows it.
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hip marking, demo:
11-13-2013, 03:28 PM
Original Name: Silviu Armada Chosen Name: Silvia Armada Alignment: Neutral Brief History: Silvia didn't have the best childhood, and was even at the risk of dying because of the alphaess killing all the pups without a white coat, so it was just luck that she and two other siblings lived, while the others were killed for not having a coat of white. As she got older, the alphaess started paying more attention to her, and ordered her to be marked with the tribal markings first, with the darker brown. The alphaess told them to just make it seem like regular wolf markings, and so they put the stuff around her eyes, on her tail tip, and all four of her paws. Then, the alphaess started to be mean to her siblings, telling them that Silvia was better than all of them, and made her into the hated wolf of the pack. One day, while hunting, Silvia left the pack, hoping that they would think that she had been killed and dragged away by something, a predator. Silvia stayed in the forest, hidden from the wolves, until her little half brother, Falk, was born and was old enough to go hunting, and she watched him. Finally, one day, he left, and Silvia followed, never announcing herself, until she found a land of food, and packs, and even better, the pack her father might be in; but she never moved away from her half brother, always eating the food he left behind. She had wanted to ask him if she could travel with him, but the poor wolf never gained the courage, so she still follows him, and may even help him at times. Plans: Silvia will finally grow the courage to announce herself to Falk, and beg to travel with him. If he says yes, then Silvia will help him. If he says no, then Silvia will anyway, only in front of him, hunting for him and such. Appearance: A creamy white, a chocolate brown, a bright, crystal blue; all of these colors make up Silvia's appearance, no matter how odd looking or pretty it may be, her appearance will always be the same, never ending, always going and going and going. Te creamy white covers her like a skinny, elegant silken dress with the oddest markings ever seen on a dress; the color curls around the markins, and makines it seem like perfect symmetry between the white and the brown. Silvia is a smaller wolf, the size of Abelinda, no bigger, no smaller, the exact same size of the family member. The brown, a beautiful chocolate brown, makes an eye mask around both of her eyes, and a muddy look for her tail tip and paws. The white on Silvia's thin paws darken into the brown and just covers a little above her paws, and the rest of her legs are white, unstained white. The small female's eyes have to be the most pretty part, the most breathtaking part, of her entire personality, because they stand out the most. It's probably the white, and the chocolate brown eye masks that make her eyes stand out the most, because if they didn't exist, then she would just be a wolf with pretty eyes. Silvia's eyes are the beautiful crystal blue, like the one you would see in the ocean, only a few shades lighter than it, just dark enough to be pretty. Personality: Once a wolf first meets Silvia, she is more lady than tomboy, but once they know her, then they find out that she is not afraid to fight any wolf, even if it happened to be Abelinda or Isardis or Taurig or anybody in her family, to defend herself or a friend. When Silvia fights, like Falk, she is anything but sweet and fancy, not caring to use fighting tricks to win the battle between whoever it was. But, no matter who angry she is, or how much she hates that wolf, she will never kill them; maybe leave them with a bad bite or scratch, but then she will let them go and walk calmly away, never wanting to kill. But even though Silvia hates to fight wolves, she hunts a lot and it does not hurt her to kill a deer or a rabbit or a fish; for one reason only. While she kills them, Silvia has to think that they would help her survive or else she just won't kill the animal and she would starve to death because of it. Silvia is a friendly little wolf to those who could care less about her being a tomboy, or using tricks to fight, or letting go the wolf, or getting upset when killing prey. When meeting a family member for the first time, Silvia will ask their last name, and then bounce on them with excitement used as av pup. But she is still a pup in a way, not old enough to act mature not yet, and promises she will at 3 years old. Talk like this |
11-29-2013, 01:49 AM
Is it possible for there to be any other Isardis brothers and sisters? I'd prefer a sister/girl as I need a girl character c:
12-14-2013, 01:55 AM
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From Thine Prying Eyes Original Name: Silviu Chosen Name: Envy Alignment: Neutral, but may change to darker alignment depending on how events go with Glaciem. Brief History: Envy was a sight to behold within her former pack. After her mother passed, the others decided to ignore and shun her. Jealous of her strange marks that her mother bestowed. They were envious that they did not have markings like hers, and because of their hate and their jealousy, she left. She now seeks those who will accept her, however, her heart has become closed due to the ways of the past. Now in Alacritis, she searches for the one who was named to be her Sire. Plans: Immediately seek the whereabouts of Isardis. To do so, she may meet a few wolves, seeking information about him so she can find him. Appearance: A pelt of white with a peculiar pattern of black markings that will be a similar replica to that of a Zebra pattern. Her mother painted them on her after completing a mission at the mere age of 7 months. A symbol of her strength, prowess, and utmost respect that she desires and deserves. Permanently fixated to her pelt. Eye color is undecided at the moment. Personality: So Stay Close To FEAR [Envy] |
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