Hello my darlings! So, Ria and Middy need your help. I posted something along these lines in Plotting awhile ago just to see if anyone was interested, but it didn't seem to be getting much attention. So I've decided just to toss it into Adoptions and see where it goes from there!

My baby, Felicita, has quite a few plots going on right now. And one of them involves her brother, Salvatore Adalfero. He's large, handsome, charming, Italian, caring, and loves his baby sister with a passion. Felicita recently left their family pack to travel the world, but Salvatore is terrified for her, knowing how small she is and knowing that she struggles to take care of herself and make good decisions. So, for the plot, we want him to head out in search of her! (And then find her..) Which is why we need one of you lovelies to play him <3

If anyone's interested, you have pretty much full artistic liberty with creating him. All I ask is that his personality is somewhat similar to Felicita's, though his can be more masculine. More courage and bravery oriented, and whatnot. Also, a quick roleplay sample just so I can see how you play him. Other than that, he's all yours ^.^ Just click Felicita's name and you can read up on her personality and history. Thanks guys!

NAME: Salvatore Adalfero

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Dragon will apply tomorrow probably or sooner <3

YAY<3

Heaven's Gates Won't Open Up For Me
NAME: Salvatore Adalfero

With These Broken Wings I'm Falling
GENDER: Male

All I See Is You
AGE: Two Years

These City Walls Ain't Got No Love For Me
APPEARANCE: A lot like his sister, Salvatore can be a sight to behold to some wolves, although his beauty is more masculine. Unlike his sister, he is quite large, and even his sleek fur does not take any of his large size away, and this may be a problem during the warmer Summer and Spring days, as his body will keep him overheated. Salvatore will not look much different from when he does now, only with some lighter strands of fur here and there. Salvatore's fur is a lot like his father's, making him look like Giovanni, while his sister looks more like his mother. The fur is a beautiful black, the darkest ebony, and, even though he looks more like his father, Salvatore has some markings that belong to his mother, as well. The tips of his ears and some of his paws are white, a lot like his mother and sister's, only not as mixed in. Salvatore has a few scars from going after his sister, but not as much as there could be. One ear is slightly ripped, with a rugged looking pink line, over the healed, thin skin, that will always be there. The others are three long claw marks on his flank, on the side, from a fight with a wolf over who should eat the meat his sister left first. Salvatore's head is not as pointed as his sister's, but just have the slight point. His head, even though not having the point, has the regal look of a ruler of a pack or a kingdom, ever so slightly elegant. Salvatore carries himself regally, but doesn't raise himself so high that he looks stupid, walking up there. He just carries himself high enough that he can assert his dominance to any other wolves. But the most beautiful thing, has to be his eyes, his odd, beautiful eyes. They stand out against his dark fur, and make him look even more beautiful. His eyes are a robin egg blue, just dark enough not to appear white, but still a very light blue. Even if his eyes are a pale blue, they are as captivating as they would be if they were sea blue.

I'm On The Ledge Of The 18th Story
PERSONA: Salvatore isn't much like his only sibling, both in looks and in his personality, because he doesn't like the things she does. I mean, he's still a sweet wolf, but he knows more about the world than his sister, and knows it is actually a very dangerous place to be. He would give anything and everything to find his sister and protect her from the wolves who would want to hurt her, or kill her. He is not much of a fighter, more of a wolf who wouldn't hurt a butterfly, if it wasn't dangerous, but if it was, he would kill it or fight it, no matter if he got hurt. Salvatore is a musical wolf, singing songs in Italian, and he speaks mostly English, but some Italian gets mixed in as well. He has an odd add-in to his personality, one that his sister shares with the huge black and white brute. Salvatore is a horrible liar, stuttering and stumbling over his words, even if it was a life or death matter, and he had to lie, he would have to fight his way out or run. Salvatore can be a charmer, if he wants to be and if the wolf is pretty and enough, but not if it is a wolf who has been with many other males, besides him. Salvatore doesn't care for those kinds of females, because they have too many pups and don't take care of them, and Salvatore loves pups. Salvatore would find any pup, lost and whimpering, and he would take care of that pup, not caring if the mother or father just left on a hunting trip. Salvatore is a very quiet wolf, usually lost in his own thoughts, and, when he does speak, it is only for advice, and only a few words, five or less, and barely audible. Salvatore thinks about plants and swimming, most of the time, because he is a fan of both, as they can be useful to a wolf dying of thirst, hunger, or infection, or just burning up. Salvatore's three favorite foods are rabbits, fish, and young bucks, just gained their antlers and not sure how to use them. Salvatore loves places that are high up and can be climbed, such as the top of a small mountain, with a cave that can be climbed upon at the top, so he can see everything. Salvatore loves seeing everything around him from these places, as it tends to be very beautiful. Even though t may seem odd, Salvatore loves flowers; the prettier the flower, the better he loves it. You've probably guessed it by now, but I need to say it anything, to end this paragraph; Salvatore likes pretty things.

I Scream For You
WOLF HISTORY:

Salvatore had a life of watching his family fight rouge wolves and fighting other wolves himself, since his sister left. Salvatore had grown angry at his sister, for leaving him to go out on her own, but he was worried, because he knew that some wolves would take advantage of her innocence and use her. He had made a nest on top of a mountain, when Giovanni climbed his way up, barely making it to the top, and told him something. Now, he can't even remember what it was, but he does remember that Giovanni was wounded, and the wounds were almost fatal, and he asked Salvatore if he could rest there for the night. Salvatore agreed, and the two stayed there and bonded until it was time for the final feast before going to sleep and being able to see the beauty of the sun hitting everything when they woke up. Salvatore had caught a buck not to long ago, earlier that day, and the two ate the entire thing, while Salvatore buried the antlers. Salvatore curled round his father, feeling the heat from his body, and the blood seeping out from his wounds, but payed no mind to it until the next morning, when he woke up. When the large almost twin of Giovanni woke up, Giovanni had left, but Salvatore soon found him, putting herbs and washing off the wounds, and, to Salvatore's surprise, he looked much better than he had been. The two set off to make sure that Adriana was doing, even though she was not as hurt. He took off, and, after a few hours, he reached her camp, only to see an awful sight, all bodies and blood. She had already dressed her wounds, and there was blood everywhere, and most of it was from the rouge wolves, though. Suddenly, Salvatore realized just why Giovanni had the scars; an enemy pack, or a rouge group, had attacked the camp and tried to kill the two older wolves. Salvatore asked his mother and father if they wanted to come, and they all agreed to find their sister and reunite the small pack, hopefully. They were joined by Salvatore's other sister, Elena, who wanted to come and see Felicita again.

Come... Please... I'm Calling
RP SAMPLE: Salvatore had been on the trail of his sister for days, and now he found a young buck, killed by her, and lowered his head to bite into it. Suddenly, a flash of brown and black knocked into him, almost pushing the large wolf over; as it was, he stumbled. He turned to face a younger male, who wasted no time with words, and lunged at him rapidly, teeth flashing. Salvatore saw that the wolf was going for his throat, so lowered his head so that it may graze his snout, at most. But the other male was determined to hit somewhere, and he directed himself slightly, moving by Salvatore's ear, with one paw stretched out slightly. Pain seared through Salvatore's ear as the thin skin was ripped, and he felt the blood trickling down his black fur. With a low growl, Salvatore lunged, hoping to leave a scar on the brute that would tell other wolves that he had been beat by an older wolf. As he went by the other brute's body, he sunk his canines in deep, on his flank, enough to leave a scar, and then he unhinged his jaws. Blood dripped from his jaws, but he watched as the other male circled him, until he was just out of sight; then he lunged at the male with blinding speed. The other brute was too fast, using one paw to dig his claws deep into Salvatore's side, and threw himself off, leaving three bleeding scars. Salvatore lunged again, this time managing to pin the other male down, and held his snarling head over the brute, ears flattened. The other male must have not liked the sight of his jaws, because he whimpered in defeat,m and Salvatore let him go. The other male raced away, while Salvatore limped to the meal, his side hurting, even as the blood dripped down, onto the forest floor. He began o eat the deer, and got to eat a lot before he got too tired and slowly lowered his limbs to the ground. He thought about his sister, and muttered a few words on a song in Italian. Le porte del cielo non si apriranno per me ..... con questi Broken Wings sto cadendo .... vedo solo te .... And then, he closed his light blue eyes and rested.

Hurry.....I'm Falling.....I'm Falling
WHAT HIS VOICE SOUNDS LIKE: Castiel/Lead singer of Nickelback. He has
Nickelback lead singer's rough voice, but Castiel's deep and quieter one.

Show Me What It's Like.... To Be The Last One Standing
INTERESTING APPLICATION FACT: These lyrics are from a Nickelback song, called Saving Me.

Teach Me Wrong From Right.....And I'll Show You What I Can Be
THEME SONG: Saving Me/Lullaby; both by Nickelback

Say It For Me, Say It To Me, And I'll Leave This Life Behind Me
OTHER: Sorry this took so long.

Welp. Just a few things! Salvatore and Felicita actually have another sister named Elena :) Also, I'm not sure how I feel about their entire family being slaughtered.. Especially because I was planning on putting Elena, Giovanni, and Adriana up for adoption at some point to see if we could get more plots going. Soo.. if you could change that, I'd really appreciate it. I'm sorry, I know you probably worked really hard on it. But I'd rather them not be dead lol. Other than that, the app looks great! I'm going to give Dragon 3 days to reply with her application, and if she doesn't, then he's all yours :)

Fixed.

Thank youu <3

Name: Salvatore Adalfero

Personality:
Sal is a very sweet, kind, and loving wolf. Lust and perverted thoughts are always far from his mind, if not there at all. He adores his sisters and his family, and no matter what he will always have close family bonds. He will eagerly and willingly put himself to protect his family and friends, especially his younger sister Felicita. He loves her to no end, and strives to give her everything she deserves. Protecting, loyal, and ever watchful of those he grows close to, he is the epitome of unselfishness as he will always put others first. He is a sweetheart, a charmer, lyrical words always upon his open minded tongue as he works hard to make better the days of others. Even if he is in a bad mood, he will push his own hardships aside for the sake of others. Though he is an honest wolf, he is very much capable of being secretive and holding the truths from those that seek to use it against him. He dislikes those that seek to harm others, and will only fight if necessary. Salvatore will willingly place himself in the path of his foes should they seek to harm his sister Felicita.

Sal is a dreamer he is very level headed and realistic as well. His dreamers world is just an escape from the realities at times. He knows of the evils, the destruction, the horrible things in the world. And though he doesn't completely ignore them, he prefers to try and see the good and beauty of it all. As fighting and violence are his least preferred methods, he will only do so in times of dire need. If that is inescapable, then he can turn into the most fearsome and skillful warrior, he will not hesitate to charge at his opponent if they seek to harm him or those he cares about. At times he can be a little hot headed, insults occasionally prickling his fur but can also slide off him depending on the severity. He will never take an insult against his sister lightly, instead he will take the initiative and will most likely strike first. Let it be said, however, if anyone aims to harm his little Felicita then he will not hesitate to rent his enemies asunder! He can change from a calm beast into hells demon within the blink of an eye. Other then that, his eyes always show a gentle kindness, and the air about him always seems to emanate a calm radiance to those who are around him. Bravery, loyalty, confidence, and strength are his prime factors. He is not dainty in the least, though somewhat contrary to his silken appearance, he just likes to take good care of himself.

Appearance:
Sal is considered a graceful yet strong beauty. He is graceful beyond measure, a shiny thick and full flowing pelt aiding to his graceful bounty. Wrapping his lithe and muscular frame is a thick and sleek shiny pelt of russet red, similar to a foxes pelt color but not as bright. He carries himself with careful and yet strong and sure minded steps, always holding himself as a respectful individual should. He doesn't stoop to his rival or enemies level, instead he always holds himself high. Not because he thinks he's better then everyone, but because he has confidence. The fur wrapping his frame is silky smooth, he takes a great deal of care in his appearance and fur, not allowing it to become soiled for more then he can handle. Accompanying the russet hues, is a beautiful flowing cream colored tail. His entire tail is a completely different color, it does not hold russet red but instead it sharply changes into a silky soft array of creamy white with a healthy glow. His tail is longer then normal, the fur upon his hind is held barely above the ground, a few random strands occasionally sweeping the floor behind him. He usually prefers to walk with his tail just inches above the ground, else it drags in the dirt. To match his gorgeous tail, is a gorgeous thick build of flowing fur around his neck and chest area. It gives him the appearance of having a mane, though for some reason the fur in that area grew longer and thicker then the rest of his pelt asides from his tail. It too is a creamy glowing white, and he takes great pride in it. The mane like fur upon him greatly resembles that of a lion, which gives him an even fiercer appearance.

Another aspect that is noticeable about him, is the kind gentility and nobleness in his deep golden amber eyes. Encircling the pupil is a deep gold color, as if one were looking at a pure bar of shining gold. Within his pure orbs, are flecks and swirls of lighter gold as if the stars themselves are always within his vision. When one looks into his eyes, they will see themselves reflected within his pure colors, and appearing as if though they themselves were among the stars within his own eyes.
To complete his look, the fur upon his body is longer then that of normal wolves. Swirling tendrils of fur are longest upon the upper thighs, elbows, sides of his head starting at the base of his ears and running downwards halfway down his face. He is truly a sight to behold. To wrap up his appearance, though given his silk like fur, he seems to be a wolf reincarnation of a lion. Muscles ripple under his coat, large paws walk the land with a confident stride, claws often tilling the soil. Though his coat emanates grace, he is a fierce warrior unafraid of anything the world has to throw at him.

Rp Sample: Sharp winds blew across his pelt as he walked the lands of the North. today had been particularly stormy, so he braved through it as he tried to find a place of shelter. The blizzard seemed to get stronger as time went on, dragging at his frozen paws. Luckily he had a thick pelt, and it would help to keep him warm and protect his skin from frostbite though there was no telling for how long. Narrowed eyes would attempt to see through the flurry, but his vision lacked as he could hardly see in front of him. Stifling a sneeze, he glanced about for somewhere, anywhere that could be possible refuge. With the wind blowing at his tail and his ears flattened to his skull, he pressed on towards a barely visible mountain side. What seemed like forever, which in reality was only about a half hour or so, his paws would step onto the cold stone floor of the mountain side he had hoped to reach. He moved alongside the rocks, trying to find some sort of shielding from the torrential blizzards. Within moments, his foot had stumbled into an open crack in the land and his weight would pull him forward. The rock gave way underneath him, and with a gasp of surprise he would tumble down about ten feet before falling into darkness. With ragged gasps of breath from the cold, he looked about the darkness. The side of his body sore from the fall when it hit the hard stone ground. With a heavy groan he'd lift himself up and look around. It appeared he had fallen into a cavern, though where it might be he had no clue. Darkness enveloped his surroundings save for the stream of light that came in from the hole he had fallen through. He shook his pelt roughly, shaking off the snow and frost that had threatened to envelop him. He moved quietly on his large paws, his slightly long claws clicking quietly upon the ground as he moved to investigate his surroundings. He was in a large open room, many ledges all around as if they formed a stairway to heaven. Thinking twice about his investigation, he decided to seek out a high enough ledge to rest on, especially since his body seemed to protest against his further walking.

With ease, he would pull his large muscular body atop one ledge, and steadily climbed upwards. The muscles in his limbs protesting with each movement, fire burning in his body as his muscles screamed for him to stop. Upon reaching the place where he would rest, a ledge that was at least twenty feet from the ground he would slide wearily onto his stomach to rest. One paw dangled over the edge as his eyes searched the gloom. At least here, he was safe from the raging blizzard outside. Now the matter was finding his way out and figuring out where he was. With a heavy sigh, he began to think about his family...more importantly, his sister Felicita. "Where are you sister...? Are you nearby? Are you on the other side of this continent? I need to know that you're safe...I'll find you, our bond is too strong. I'm coming sister...you can be sure of it." his voice came out in a whisper, echoing off the cavern walls as his lids became heavy. He was so exhausted, so for now he would succumb to sleep. Tomorrow, he would find his way out and look for his sister...he had to. He could feel that she was here, close by but exactly how close he didn't know. Darkness would envelop him as he curled up into a ball of silken fur, paws covering his frozen nose as he drifted off into the land of dreams...into the land where he would find his sister.

Other: -Coat appearance Ref-
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This is a pretty tough decision, but after much thought and careful consideration of all factors revolving around the adoption, I have decided to award Salvatore Adalfero to... Dragon! Congratulations! My only request is that you remain as active as possible with him, seeing the amount of plots he's involved in. Both applications were absolutely wonderful, and it was definitely a difficult choice. Croa, don't think because you didn't get him, you're not amazing, because you are <3 Dragon, I would appreciate if you could create him as soon as possible and throw him into the threads we need him in ^.^ Thanks guys! Have fun with him, Drag :)