Jarvela Tribe adopts
12-19-2017, 12:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-14-2018, 11:44 AM by Nyx.)
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01-26-2018, 07:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2018, 04:30 PM by Shrapnel.)
Name: Rökkvi Nyström
Gender: Male
Age: 3
Season of Birth: Winter
Appearance: Rökkvi is a beautiful creature by normal standards, but in his first tribe he is nothing more than an ordinary wolf. He has the colors of ice - both stunning and useful at the same time. As a wolf who has grown used to the harsh climates of the north, his lineage has adapted so that only those of light colored pelts appear. Occasionally blues work their way in to their genes and Rökkvi is no exception. His base coloring is a pristine white while a glacial blue forms the majority of his markings. A lighter shade of it takes over his muzzle and curves along the underside of his jaw. It travels upwards along his face, leaving a barely noticeable circle on his forehead, before it fades into a slightly darker blue at his ear tips. The entirety of his neck is the same color and this continues along the underside of his stomach as well. The markings become more interrupted along his sides and back as it takes on more of an ice floe effect. The white takes over the blue giving him wavy looking stripes. As for the rest of him, his legs darken down towards his paws and are only marred by white stripes. His tail also takes on this darker color with a marbled effect of different shades. There are more markings to him as well along his face- slightly darker blue travels along his muzzle and underneath his eyes before forming a little swirl on the outsides of his face. Little dots appear as well, though that's not all to his unique face. The last little marking starts off as a line up the bridge of his nose before it branches off into a tree like marking. Like the rest of him, his eyes are a silvery blue and even his nose takes on this appearance.
His natural camouflage isn't the only thing that makes him more than capable of living in the north. His body is hardy and compact. Thick muscle covers the entirety of his body and larger than average paws allow him the opportunity to find himself walking along top layers of snow if it's not too loose. Muscle isn't the only thing that covers him though as there's a healthy layer of fat there as well to help keep him insulated. It's easy to see, just by looking at him, that this isn't a wolf who gets cold easily. His fat and muscle tissue isn't the only thing to help keep him warm though. A thick and rough outer-coat, made as a natural water repellent, cover the entirety of his body and his thickest along his cheeks, neck, stomach, and his tail. His outer coat isn't the only thing that helps - a soft downy undercoat lies underneath all of that fur and adds an extra layer of insulation to keep him warm in the coldest months.
Personality: Rökkvi is an easy study and definitely predictable as far as personalities go for the Jarvela. Having lived with them for the majority of his young life, the male has a deep respect for nature. He's very conservative and only takes what he needs and finds uses for the rest of the prey that doesn't get eaten. With that being said, he's very resourceful and has learned a thing or two about crafting and trading. He's very intuitive as well as creative and can often come up with some out of the norm idea for all sorts of contraptions.
Other than having a love for nature, he has a wanderlust that can't be satiated. Typically the nomad sticks to colder climates, as warmer ones are typically unbearable, but will often travel to southern lands just for the experience. He tends to be rather fearless in the face of danger and doesn't often think of the consequences for actions. There's no mountain too high or any valley too treacherous. In other words? Rökkvi will go literally anywhere for any kind of adventure. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and has no problem putting himself in dangerous situations if he thinks he can get a thrill out of it.
He's typically a very friendly soul, but doesn't often likes crowds of wolves. He doesn't have social anxiety, but instead prefers the solace of his own company and that of nature. He does tolerate small groups and prefers like-minded individuals to spend his time with. He's generally very easy to get to know and once he's comfortable with your presence (which really doesn't take long at all) it's easy for him to get wrapped up in the idea of adventure, so beware! If you're the weak of heart and can't handle life at an extreme pace then it's best not to hang around him for too long.
He doesn't know the meaning of cautious and tends to live his life in a full throttle kind of way, but it doesn't mean he's willing to put others lives at risk either. If he happens to be traveling or visiting with someone that isn't used to his lifestyle then he has enough will power to slow down for a bit to make sure he doesn't harm those who he's with with his rather erratic ways. He tends to be a bit protective over the weak and has a very giant heart and will go out of the way to be a good Samaritan when the opportunity presents itself.
Along with his rather nomadic lifestyle, Rökkvi views relationships in the same kind of light. While some wolves may appear more interesting and appealing that others, he tends to be rather polygamous. He isn't prejudiced with genders and will flirt with males just as often as he will females so you've been warned!
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Plans: Well seeing as his design doesn't really fit the appearance description of the Jarvela's (whoops) I was planning on having him be from a different family. My idea is that the family he lived with as a child lived in a very icy climate (think snow/ice all year round) with wolves that only had lighter colored pelts to blend in with the snow. Anywho, skip to the typical "I got separated from my family at a young age" plot and then the Jarvela find him and take him into their family (maybe around 8 months old) and then later he left from the group and made his way to Boreas. I figure he'll stick mostly to the northern regions, but like most, he'll have the desire to at least travel and explore to his heart's content. Speaks Finnish, Swedish, and Norwegian.
08-07-2018, 09:13 AM
Name: Erlend "Finn" Sverre
Gender: Male
Age: 3
Season of Birth: Autumn
Appearance: Well built, muscular, thick coat, half of right ear missing, left eye gouged out, heavily scared, lips tattered and torn, huge scar on right side just behind the rib cage, scared scruff, legs heavily scared, Auburn gaze, dusty hued coat ( a mix of white, creme, matte black, auburn, sandy browns.) Click here for Ref.
Personality: The beast is calloused, torn, misused and distraught. His hardened soul burns bright behind a singular gaze, its fire a rage that never dwindles. Though this rage that filters from his singular gaze isn't one of hatred or anger, but of life, of will, a living and breathing passion. Erlend isn't one to simply live and survive, he is life, an adventurer, an avid explorer with a hardened facade. He is open minded and vibrant beyond comparison, but like many others life has shaped him into a false mask. Scarred like that of his outer self he has dwindled briefly, caged the wildness if not but momentarily as the bitter cold of the north slowly shapes him into a "man". Eager to prove himself he had gained several scars to tell the story, fights among brothers, among tribesmen, among family. All wore proudly across his thick hide. He is bold yet soft spoken, a wild clash of iron and steel, of wit and charm, kind yet harsh. A complex and elaborate soul, twisted and shaped to conform into a wayward life. He is so much more than what one see's. If only others could see past his scars, perhaps then they would see the loyal and passionate friend they'd need and want.
RP Sample:
The man must have been oblivious earlier upon his arrival, his attention too focused on the thin frame of the child to have notice the girls twin tails. Would be brow would raise partially as his gaze followed the sway of the child's tail, or was it tails? Though it would be the sound of the girls resounding question that would grasp his attention again, it seemed at first that the child drew confused on the word he used to describe the orbs that floated peacefully around them. Her own thoughts portraying as a hum soon turned song. In a way the song that left the girls smiling lips was relaxing almost like that of a past lullaby. Rounded ears would twitch slightly as the child looked back over her shoulder at him, her smile bright as a giggle left her, Like Spirits? she'd quip, her tones light to his ears as the beast's inky lips would pull into a half smile. "Yes." it would be all he'd offer as she confirmed with herself the meaning in which he had given her for the orbs. His gaze would falter slightly as his attention drifted to the orbs that floated about them, lazily it would trail the subtle wispy forms before her laughter would catch him again, Silly His grin would fall slightly as his gaze fell back to the child, this time she would smile brightly at him. Her small frame drifting closer to him as she sat at his paws, her twin tails curling about her frame in an odd way but none the less, it just added to her strange pull.
He'd watch as she tried to mimic the way he was sitting and gave slight rumbling chuckle one only loud enough to barely break his lips. His gaze would follow her's as she looked out toward the orbs and then to the stars. It had been a long time since the beast had done anything like this and oddly his mind was rather still. His nub would twitch slightly against the grasses, his frame growing restless against the quiet. It was strange how they seemed to still, to leave his mind empty, to allow his own train of thought to stumble and fray against the edges of his mind. It wasn't something he was used too and needless to say it was almost unnerving. Though the child offered solace in the silence, her own words trickling through his mind, filling the void that had previously been there. He listened intently as she sat there. Her turquoise gaze lingering upon him as her smile never faltered, the innocence of the child was draped thoroughly through her. Her words spoken with no sense of fear but yet a quite warmth seemed to radiate from her no matter the information she had shared with him. In truth Baan wished such innocence wasn't lost to him, that he too could be carefree and joyful. But he wasn't made that way.
His hellfire gaze would trail the frame of the child once more, taking note of exactly what she had spoken of, her family's scent had faded and a new had appeared not too long after. The rise and fall of a pride, something she was still to young to fully understand. "Perhaps we find them?" he'd state calmly his deep baritones rolling on accented tones just before the child asked where his family was. His grin would broaden as the traces of pride creased the lines of his face. His hellfire gaze trailing to the east of the fields, toward the split in the range. "You see break in peaks," he'd lift a large paw to point in its direction, "You follow valley till meet big forest." he'd state as his gaze fell back to the girl, "We have food, place sleep. Protection." He'd offer her a gentle smile, or well as gentled as his features could allow. "Can help find Family, but first must get you healthy." he'd state softly. "You come, stay with me and my family." it was laid out, subtle for the child to understand but still it was there, the claim, the notion to provide for the child. And perhaps in due time they would eventually find the girls parents. His gaze would lock unto her, "You lucky, spirit guide me to you." he'd smile warmly, his inky nose wrinkling slightly with the notion as his partial mane fell free from his ears clutches as his bangs grazed his features.
Plans: Honestly I'd like for everything to happen based by in character actions, if this is fine with you?
Gender: Male
Age: 3
Season of Birth: Autumn
Appearance: Well built, muscular, thick coat, half of right ear missing, left eye gouged out, heavily scared, lips tattered and torn, huge scar on right side just behind the rib cage, scared scruff, legs heavily scared, Auburn gaze, dusty hued coat ( a mix of white, creme, matte black, auburn, sandy browns.) Click here for Ref.
Personality: The beast is calloused, torn, misused and distraught. His hardened soul burns bright behind a singular gaze, its fire a rage that never dwindles. Though this rage that filters from his singular gaze isn't one of hatred or anger, but of life, of will, a living and breathing passion. Erlend isn't one to simply live and survive, he is life, an adventurer, an avid explorer with a hardened facade. He is open minded and vibrant beyond comparison, but like many others life has shaped him into a false mask. Scarred like that of his outer self he has dwindled briefly, caged the wildness if not but momentarily as the bitter cold of the north slowly shapes him into a "man". Eager to prove himself he had gained several scars to tell the story, fights among brothers, among tribesmen, among family. All wore proudly across his thick hide. He is bold yet soft spoken, a wild clash of iron and steel, of wit and charm, kind yet harsh. A complex and elaborate soul, twisted and shaped to conform into a wayward life. He is so much more than what one see's. If only others could see past his scars, perhaps then they would see the loyal and passionate friend they'd need and want.
RP Sample:
The man must have been oblivious earlier upon his arrival, his attention too focused on the thin frame of the child to have notice the girls twin tails. Would be brow would raise partially as his gaze followed the sway of the child's tail, or was it tails? Though it would be the sound of the girls resounding question that would grasp his attention again, it seemed at first that the child drew confused on the word he used to describe the orbs that floated peacefully around them. Her own thoughts portraying as a hum soon turned song. In a way the song that left the girls smiling lips was relaxing almost like that of a past lullaby. Rounded ears would twitch slightly as the child looked back over her shoulder at him, her smile bright as a giggle left her, Like Spirits? she'd quip, her tones light to his ears as the beast's inky lips would pull into a half smile. "Yes." it would be all he'd offer as she confirmed with herself the meaning in which he had given her for the orbs. His gaze would falter slightly as his attention drifted to the orbs that floated about them, lazily it would trail the subtle wispy forms before her laughter would catch him again, Silly His grin would fall slightly as his gaze fell back to the child, this time she would smile brightly at him. Her small frame drifting closer to him as she sat at his paws, her twin tails curling about her frame in an odd way but none the less, it just added to her strange pull.
He'd watch as she tried to mimic the way he was sitting and gave slight rumbling chuckle one only loud enough to barely break his lips. His gaze would follow her's as she looked out toward the orbs and then to the stars. It had been a long time since the beast had done anything like this and oddly his mind was rather still. His nub would twitch slightly against the grasses, his frame growing restless against the quiet. It was strange how they seemed to still, to leave his mind empty, to allow his own train of thought to stumble and fray against the edges of his mind. It wasn't something he was used too and needless to say it was almost unnerving. Though the child offered solace in the silence, her own words trickling through his mind, filling the void that had previously been there. He listened intently as she sat there. Her turquoise gaze lingering upon him as her smile never faltered, the innocence of the child was draped thoroughly through her. Her words spoken with no sense of fear but yet a quite warmth seemed to radiate from her no matter the information she had shared with him. In truth Baan wished such innocence wasn't lost to him, that he too could be carefree and joyful. But he wasn't made that way.
His hellfire gaze would trail the frame of the child once more, taking note of exactly what she had spoken of, her family's scent had faded and a new had appeared not too long after. The rise and fall of a pride, something she was still to young to fully understand. "Perhaps we find them?" he'd state calmly his deep baritones rolling on accented tones just before the child asked where his family was. His grin would broaden as the traces of pride creased the lines of his face. His hellfire gaze trailing to the east of the fields, toward the split in the range. "You see break in peaks," he'd lift a large paw to point in its direction, "You follow valley till meet big forest." he'd state as his gaze fell back to the girl, "We have food, place sleep. Protection." He'd offer her a gentle smile, or well as gentled as his features could allow. "Can help find Family, but first must get you healthy." he'd state softly. "You come, stay with me and my family." it was laid out, subtle for the child to understand but still it was there, the claim, the notion to provide for the child. And perhaps in due time they would eventually find the girls parents. His gaze would lock unto her, "You lucky, spirit guide me to you." he'd smile warmly, his inky nose wrinkling slightly with the notion as his partial mane fell free from his ears clutches as his bangs grazed his features.
Plans: Honestly I'd like for everything to happen based by in character actions, if this is fine with you?