OKAY, Faust and Roman are fixing to do the deed. Which means, YAY BABIES.

We want active players for them. So if they fall inactive- we will retain all rights to adopt them back out.

These wolves will be born in Tortuga- and as children of the Queen, they have potential to be extremely important to the pack.

Not exactly sure how many pups we'll be given for free- but I'm thinking no more than 3 total. One of which will be taken by me. That leaves two puppies up for adoption.

However, the babies will be conceived during the plague. So the babies can and probably will have a few health issues. However, they can grow out of them if you so choose.

Roman is like 34 inches and Faust is 42, so height could easily fall in there. HOWEVER, a lot of Roman's family are on the extra large end of the height spectrum. I know my baby's going to be around 41 ish, so- yeah.

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ONTO THE FUN STUFF: DESIGNS

Okay, so Roman is solid white, which isn't very creative. Her tribal markings were dyed on when she got older. However she is an Armada, and carries those genes, so a baby with color isn't out of the question. Isardis throw that lovely slate blue that everyone seems to like as a dominant gene. If you wanted to go that route.

Faust however, is a sexy ass wolf. His bio can be found here, but he is a tiger wolf. For a glimpse of Faust, go check this. click Faust is on the far right of the screen. Stripey with the green eyes.

So designs are pretty open. If you have tiger striped wolves, you have to be able to pay for other species markings.

As we get designs, we'll toss them up.


HERE ARE A FEW DESIGN IDEAS:

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3
4 -- MINE

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6

^^ NOTE: Eye color doesn't have to be brown. Roamer was to lazy to change it. Also, the designs have all the same stripes, as I just altered the color- so feel free design your own stripes if you want.

These are just EXAMPLES of what you can do, unless you really just want one of these, because they're amazing. Also keep in mind- tiger stripes are NOT a must. Babies don't have to have them. ^.^ Actually it would be weird for a whole litter too with just one parent striped but whateves. Feel totally free to make your own designs ^.^

However- this on a wolf would be sexy.

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Names- Roman re-named herself, at about one. Faust's name is german, and he'd like german rooted names (and manly). Roman likes... Roman/Greek names- names that are strong. SO NAMES CAN BE IN THAT AREA OKAY.

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NOTE: THE BABIES WILL HAVE THE SURNAME: Dietrich-Armada

TO ADOPT A RAUST BABY WE NEED THESE THINGS FROM YOU:

PUP NAME:
PUP DESIGN: If we get designs up, then pick a number- if not, a ref would be nice ^.^ (KEEP IN MIND YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR "OTHER SPECIES MARKINGS" and HEIGHT if you so choose to incorporate that)
APPEARANCE: 100 words.
PERSONALITY: 150-200 words.
Alignment- I'd say no better than Neutral.
RP SAMPLE: 300 words. Just let us see how you play them :)

PUP NAME: Crush Armada
PUP DESIGN: #6
APPEARANCE: The beast will stand at 41" in height and weight will be approximately 200 pounds; bulky with muscle, and enough fat to keep him lithe and in healthy shape. Body will be corded with steeled muscled beneath an alluring pelt of pristine ivory white overlaid with slate cobalt blue stripes. He takes after both mother and father in appearance, for he has stolen his mother's purity of a white pelt, and yet has also taken from his fathers side the intricately woven stripes of an exotic creature. The color of the stripes derives from Roman's side of the family, the famed cobalt blue that seems to favor the Armada line. Tail always remains high above his back, for he fears nothing. Never will he slink or cower before someone, for he demands respect wherever he walks. His eyes may often deceive, for although they portray a kind nature, this act is false. Behind the dual toned windows of green flecked with purple, he see's the world in a rather cold and dull light. For he is uninterested in what the world has to offer, for he intends to just take it and watch the crowd burn.
PERSONALITY: The Prince is one not to be trifled with, for if you cause him pain to he or his family, he will unleash the fury of Hell upon you. He takes from his father the desire for battle, and so will strike down those who desire to mock his lines. He is not entirely cold, but can become uncaring towards those who hold no interest to him. He is quiet, observant, calculating...eyes missing nothing yet his acts betray nothing either. He can act, and none see through his facade. For one moment he may act the paladin, if only to attain what he truly desires. Power. Will he take it from one of his own? No. For he is loyal to those of his bloodline, and yet he will stop at nothing to obtain what he desires. He is honor instilled, and will not resort to dirty tricks to win a fight, however, pit him in a battle of wits and you will find yourself becoming tongue-tied for a response. For his tongue is quick, and wit even quicker. Slip, and he will take advantage of the weak minded, and the weak of heart. It is unknown whether he will remain committed to just one female should the time arise, however, should the opportunity present itself to him, he might choose to take advantage of weak willed femmes and take control. He can be quite possessive, but not dangerously so. Fall on his bad side and you will have an enemy for eternity, for his does not forgive and he does not forget. He remembers faces, scents, and identities to a frightening degree, and will track you, hunt you, and will seek to brutally maim those who fall in the bad graces of him or his family. Loyalty is instilled within his bloodlines, and never would he betray his own family. He will follow them, though not blindly so, and will do what needs to be done to remain the superior
Alignment- Lawful Evil
RP SAMPLE:
The scent of an unknown would breach him. Someone had trespassed, and without permission he was sure. The beast moved forward, silently stalking the land like a tiger; ironic considering his pelt carried the same design, albeit in a rather abnormal and exotic color. Bright green eyes would seek out the form of the trespasser, the male pinpointing the path where the intruder had walked. Nostrils flared slightly, taking in the scent. Remembering it. He would press forth, stalking through the undergrowth in search of his potential prey. And surely enough, he would find the clumsy unfortunate slinking through his land. His home. A growl would rise within the pits of his vocals, eyes narrowing as his hackles rose. This fool did not understand the mistake he had just committed. And he would pay for it here and now. Without a moments thought, Crush would rip through the trees, a bark unlike any other ripped free of his maw as he rushed at the trespasser. The other wolf would turn, surprised as he leaped back in an attempt to put space between them, but the striped boy was a tank ready to collide, to break bones. Shoulder jutted forward, teeth seeking to grasp the face of the other beast. The other male nearly as large as himself would turn his head away, reaching for his leg. He would attain the grip, thus causing Crush to grow angrier before he would knock down the other male, the trespassers belly and throat exposed. Without hesitation, Crush would reach forward, taking the opportune moment to prove he was not to be trifled with. However bloodthirsty he might seem, he held a code. And those who simply trespassed, would learn never to do it again...

Teeth would meet flesh, the brutes tongue tasting blood as his maw crunched down with the brutality of a determined warrior. He would not relent in his hold, the pulse of the other beast waning as he continued to pressurize his bite. Slowly, little by little, the others hold upon his leg would grow weaker until it released. Blood would pour into the mouth of the striped creature, and he would revel in the acrid taste of the metallic liquid. He was reluctant to let go, but alas he would. He would let go of his prey, blood staining the pelt of the other as well as his own figure. Crimson stained tongue would lick at his own maw, neon green eyes staring at the fallen foe. "Perhaps next time, you'll think about not trespassing." A cold laugh would rise from stained jowls, too late for this one. Perhaps the next would one learn. Without much effort, the boy would grasp the carcass by the throat, only to drag it beyond the borders as a gift; a glimpse at what would happen to trespassers. He dropped it there, blood oozing onto the ground. Crush would smirk and scoff, then turning away to find a creek to wash off in...not that he cared. He wanted his enemies to see him, to fear him.

PUP NAME: Bj?rn

PUP DESIGN: #2 but with light, light green eyes, like a light mint color

APPEARANCE: Standing at a more than respectable 42" height and weighing a sturdy 200+lbs as an adult, Bj?rn will be huge and likely to draw attention no matter the less than flashy nature of his coloring or his personality. As a pup he will tend toward the more than a little chubby side, aided in part by the soft, feather like nature of his fur, taking after his mother's coat in that regard. As he hits a big growth spurt however the extra pounds will seem to melt away, until as an adult the massive wolf will be almost pure muscle with very little fat reserves. Bj?rn's base color is that of a pure white from guard hairs to undercoat and will always remain as soft as bird down. Marring it like the markings of a tabby cat from muzzle to tail are stripes of a pale gray, just dark enough to stand out against the white. His eyes are a pale, mint green - but from the moment they first open they are slightly clouded by a film that restricts his vision, and his first foray into the world outside of the den will reveal a severe light sensitivity that will lead to painful, watery eyes and massive headaches. Over time the cloudiness and vision problems will improve until as an adult he is only mildly nearsighted, though the photo-sensitivity will plague him his whole life in a slightly milder form.

PERSONALITY: Raised the child of a leader, despite the disabilities caused by the plague his mother carried when she became pregnant he has no lack of self-confidence. But his arrogance is quiet, not flaunted about. He simply expects that he will get his way because he is right and acts accordingly, often simply ignoring rules and social boundaries to do so.

Solitary by nature, he has a hard time bringing himself to actually trust others because he is easily hurt and strives to avoid the close bonds that could bring that pain. However once his word is given he will never deliberately break that, and if misfortune makes it so he cannot do as he said, his own odd code of honor will force him to make whatever reparations he can to fix it.

He strives to always do what he believes to be right, but what is right to him is not always moral or legal. He will not hesitate to break pack law to do what he feels he must, though he considers his loyalty to his close family and to Tortuga to be one of the most important things in his life.

He is far from emotionless and uncaring - this boy will struggle to contain his emotions his whole life, quick to anger and love alike his emotions tend to run almost painfully high - but he will never wear his heart on his sleeve, always striving but often failing to keep those emotions hidden completely from the eyes of the world for they are his alone and he wishes no one to know what he feels. He strives to show merely a calm, collected, polite front, but it is something he will always struggle with.

To those he cares about, he shows a sweetness of personality at odds with his usual behavior. Always serious about everything, he will nonetheless often do small things for people that comes across as... a little adorable. Leaving them gifts, making extra sure that they're comfortable, being the quiet protector... yet if someone were to bring it up it would simply embarrass him.

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Bj?rn squinted into the brightness, trying to bring the fuzzy landscape better into focus despite the watering of his eyes and the pain in his head. His siblings were out playing, but as usual he was huddled miserably by himself as far in the shade as he could. He'd tried playing, but between his bad eyesight and his headache he usually ended up hurting someone, or himself. He didn't mean to, it just happened. Either he tripped over his own feet and tumbled into someone and squashed them or he ran into them and squashed them anyway. And if they played with a stick, sometimes he'd miss the stick when he tried to grab it and bite them instead, and then they'd be mad at him for the rest of the day. So, he just didn't play.

But there had to be something he could do, he was tired of sitting here. Rising to his feet, the chubby puppy waddled as quietly as he could deeper into the trees. What was he looking for? He didn't know, but the extensive shade of the redwoods eased the soreness in his eyes and head a little and without the constant watering of his eyes it was a little easier to see.

And then he saw it. The most beautifulest thing ever, just sitting there waiting for him. Drawing closer he could start to make it out a little better through the blurriness. It was a super beautiful flower, with lots of tiny little blue petals all over. He bet his mama would just love it. Reaching down he gripped the stem of the plant and pulled, nearly sitting down he was pulling so hard. Finally it gave way, and he did sit, with a thump. He'd inadvertently pulled up the whole plant, roots and all, but didn't notice in his triumph as he strutted back into the painful, wincy sunlight where his family was. "Maaaama," he called around a mouthful of plant. Mama was really really busy being the leader of Tortuga, so she wasn't always around, but she was today, and he pranced up to her, tail wagging nearly his whole fat body, to lay the somewhat mangled flower at her paws. "I gotted this for you," he said brightly, now that his mouth was clear. He stared up at her expectantly, tail still wagging his butt.

IGNORE AND DELETE

okay, fine, I give in

Pup name: Zoticos Armada

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WIP

I love you guys!!! <3 but I'm withdrawing my app. My application for another pup, Skj?ra, was accepted and it's a rather nostalgic plot for me. I've Promised myself that I won't have more than 8 chars. I just can't handle more than that so I'm going to resist. But holy cow you guys!!! HARD *loves*

@ shelby: omg its cute. do it

@lunar: i got your PM, and forwarded it to Muse! Will respond there when she replies.

Working on the conception thread/getting Faust his posts :D As a note guys, their surname will be Dietrich-Armada or something along those lines, because Faust is a sexist pig and it would be a push for him to even want a hyphenated last name let alone a last name that isn't is.

PUP NAME Diana Dietrich-Armada PUP DESIGN APPEARANCE The spawn of a queen, she does not lack any beauty, instead honing all she is apt to. Her frame is slender, most of her height held by strong legs, which will begin as stocky little legs as a puppy, eventually lengthening to their full height, a medium thirty-four inches, and weighing one hundred twenty-seven pounds, a lithe framework for a delicate beauty such as she. Each stilt as an adult, will be bound with light muscle, hidden by luscious locks of color. Momma blessed her with the pelt of a goddess, a base of pure cream tones, which mottle with golden hues and grays, creating a gorgeous landscape of fur, seemingly resembling the brilliant properties of the moon at night and gold, ever glowing, from much grooming in private. Behind her, a brilliant banner sweeps, of pure cream and gold, slightly longer than most character's tails, but nonetheless a gorgeous defect. What is most brilliant of her appearance, is the set of brilliant amethysts set into her sleek visage. PERSONALITY As a young lady, she will be a pristine pup seeking perfection in both her fair skin and personality, never truly engaging activities, unless they involve the grooming of her pelt, which she enjoys the sensation of a rough tongue rasping over her skin to rid her of any tangles and cowlicks. However, she does enjoy the occasional tussle with her siblings, and dirtying herself as an excuse to groom herself. When she grows and develops, she will become most like her mother, a born leader, one whom is strong in will and thoughtful. She often seeks guidance from the maiden, and will follow her about for most of her life until about the age of four, when she will perhaps go her separate ways from the pearly queen, seeking her own place in the world, but it just may be at the Tortugan pride as a young warrioress, a new characteristic to her character. She enjoys adrenaline coursing through her veins, but does not find joy in a bloody battle unless deemed absolutely necessary. For her, there will be no emotions of true love displayed to another not of her blood, and reluctant to love, she wishes upon no children, no matter what, though it is much more distant than she perceives it to be. ALIGNMENT Lawful Evil RP SAMPLE

{ x Words } Bright amethysts flitted with sleep as she tumbled about the den. "I dun wanna go yet, mum! I wanna get muh fur all prettyed up before wee go out." Dust and dirt clung like fleas to her pearly pelt, as she tumbled yet more to escape the jaws of her pearly dam. She slithered into a dark corner, reclining onto her haunches, shaking her small bodice free of dustiness. Her rough tongue swiped over her fur, freeing any dust and debris from the once tangled mess. Once pristine, confidence swelled her heart full enough to venture outward from the den, feeling sunshine upon her pelt. It was her first day out of the den, and she would enjoy it very much. Many hours spent romping in the dust then cleansing her fur would ensue in the pearly landscape of her dam's lands. --- She was warm in the embrace of her mother, and amethyst irises fluttered with heavy sleepiness, curling up tight with her plush tail hiding away her beautiful visage. Suddenly, she awoke, standing on short stilts in a field of lush greenery. From green stems grew vibrant violet flowers, lavenders and bluebells. In the skies fluttered an array of violet butterflies, each wing delicately decorated with white and black. Amethysts flitted about, sweeping across this landscape. It was so... dreamlike... It could not be real, but a fragmentation of her imagination. Each flower was completely new to her, but was so familiar. "What ish thish dreamworld?" Speech,

I Would like to withdraw my application :X