Vi x Cree
09-01-2013, 01:24 AM
VIRIDIANA X CREEDANCE
Quote:Well... Decided to finally make Vi slip up, forget to chew her leaves or whatever and basically pop out some little devils. Now, in true Vi style these kids will be absolutely DRENCHED in drama and flair. What Vi is currently doing I don't know, she and Morphine will be off to lala land soon. But anyways, she will have 4 children, discounts given to red baby!!! Both parents are pretty normally marked and average size so yeah... If you want height (Vi does have big people in her family) its full price, sorry! Only the black child has her fate written out for her. She will be born solid black, Vi in her delusion messed up mind will think that the girl is the goddess come back to the earth (yes, Vi thought her mother was a goddess). This black girl will be praised, worshiped and basically raised to think she's all that and a bag of chips. If you want more info on Vi's f-ed up relationship with her mother and what this child will mean to her feel free to message me! Other kids are kinda whatever to her. they may be kicked, shunned or hey, they might just be brain washer to be assassins like their mother. Only time adn roleplaying will tell!! Baby pictures will be put up as I get them. I will make linearts for them once I get my computer working but for now, just manips!
PUP 1
Name: Lust Sovari
Gender: Female
Appearance: This girl will be solid black, slender like her mother with long legs that make her look taller then she actually is. Eyes will either be gold or white, hasn't been decided yet if she will be blind or not. All in all will be a fairly plain designed but a pretty little girl none the less.
Picture: Photomanip
PLAYED BY OCEANA
PUP 2
Name: Garnette Miel Sovari
Gender: Female
Appearance: Russet will be this pups main colour, a bit of tan on it's paws but overall nothing fancy markings wise. Green eyes will probably be it's most striking feature, also a fairly plain design, can be pretty/handsome or not so attractive if you like, basic design is done but from there its up to you! See image below
Picture: Photomanip
PLAYED BY DENDEN
PUP 3
Name: Achille Sovari
Gender: Male
Appearance: Probably the most striking pup, resembling its mother the most. A solid red coat identical to its mothers but minus the white will cover it. Black markings swirl around red eyes. Pelt would cost 900 points. Would like this pup to more resemble it's mother in the pretty department but hey, doesn't matter one way or another! Toss some ideas around!
Picture: Photomanip
PLAYED BY SEREN
PUP 4
Name: Hestia Sovari
Gender: Female
Appearance: Another simple design, dark grey, almost black pelt, blue eyes with white markings on the end of its tail and on front right paw.
Picture: Photomanip
PLAYED BY CROATON
PUP 5
Name: Fiamette Sovari
Gender: Female
Appearance: By popular demand a second red pup has been made! This one will be blood red bodice but with black stockings on each leg with a black tipped tail. Eyes are red as well and similar black eye markings to its mother will be there as well. Will also cost 900 gems, and arts are being ordered now.
Picture: Photomanip
PLAYED BY AISLYN
PUP 6
Name: Up to you!!
Gender: Male
Appearance: By popular demand a third red pup has been made! This one will be blood red bodice but with white stockings on each leg of varying sizes with strange paint splattered tops. A white collar will ring it's neck close to it's shoulders with a large white patch on its forehead and white underneath its eyes. One eye will be blue, one eye will be purple. Will also cost 900 gems, and arts are being ordered now.
Picture: [url=]Photomanip[/url]
PLAYED BY DIONE (unless someone else wants him)
APPLICATION
Pup Number: pick your puppy!
Name: all names except pup 1's is up to you!!
Gender: as well all genders except for pup 1's is up to you!
Alignment: Up to you!
Appearance: basic idea given from images, feel free to give the blurb you would give on their profile
Personality: completely up to you, even pup 1's I described how Vi will raise them now mould your puppy!
Adult Height: parents are medium - large
I AM PAYING FOR THE EXTRA PUPS, DON'T CARE REALLY HOW MANY THERE ARE AS THIS WILL BE HER FIRST AND ONLY LITTER NO DOUBT. PELTS ARE UP TO YOU THOUGH!
09-03-2013, 02:53 AM
A/N: Just a quick edit to make the description correct, sorry about that.
Pup Number: 4
Name: Wraith
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: Dark grey, not quite the perfection of a black coat, he is stain and dust. White marks his tail and right paw as though he has pressed them for too long into the cold clutches of snow, and now it is forever imprinted on his body. Eyes of a steely blue stare out into the world, but they are cold. His lips wear an almost permanent sneer. He is cold and abrasive and it shows in his mannerisms, rarely does he bow his head to anyone, even as a pup he will not show submission easily. Carrying himself with head and tail held high.
As a pup he is round and fluffy, tricking the eye to think he is cute and playful. but as he grows the fluff will thin and he will come into his own, tall and muscular where he was once small and podgy. All that was cute will disappear, and all that will remain is a solid wall of dangerous muscle.
Personality: In a word Wraith is psychotic. He is sociopathic. He is the very essence of evil drawn from the pits of hell itself and imbued in the body of a wolf, he is damnation. If ever there were a person who represented every sadistic act of wolfkind, it would be Wraith. The pup is unhinged and deadly, he lives in a world of nightmares; a world in which he is the King.
Wraith has no fear, he literally lacks the ability to feel it, the same can be said for pain. His tolerance for pain is incredible, and in that vain he is desperate to feel it. In fact he would be satisfied to feel anything at all, his emotional range is incredibly limited. Joy is brought on by the suffering and humiliation of others, whilst anger and hatred burn in his heart constantly. He is an advocate of suffering; a murderer and a cannibal.
Wraith does not care for loyalty or honour, he is as prone to change as the seasons and just as predictable. The young wolf will change sides without hesitation, betrayal deep seated in his core personality. He bends to the will of whoever is most dominant and whomever is willing to sate his violent tendencies.
Beneath the manic desperation and hellish desires Wraith is easily controlled. Rarely does he think for himself, not because he can't but because he choose not to, instead partaking in actions on the behalf of another. He has no morality, there is nothing too heinous for him.
Adult Height: 34 inches
Pup Number: 4
Name: Wraith
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: Dark grey, not quite the perfection of a black coat, he is stain and dust. White marks his tail and right paw as though he has pressed them for too long into the cold clutches of snow, and now it is forever imprinted on his body. Eyes of a steely blue stare out into the world, but they are cold. His lips wear an almost permanent sneer. He is cold and abrasive and it shows in his mannerisms, rarely does he bow his head to anyone, even as a pup he will not show submission easily. Carrying himself with head and tail held high.
As a pup he is round and fluffy, tricking the eye to think he is cute and playful. but as he grows the fluff will thin and he will come into his own, tall and muscular where he was once small and podgy. All that was cute will disappear, and all that will remain is a solid wall of dangerous muscle.
Personality: In a word Wraith is psychotic. He is sociopathic. He is the very essence of evil drawn from the pits of hell itself and imbued in the body of a wolf, he is damnation. If ever there were a person who represented every sadistic act of wolfkind, it would be Wraith. The pup is unhinged and deadly, he lives in a world of nightmares; a world in which he is the King.
Wraith has no fear, he literally lacks the ability to feel it, the same can be said for pain. His tolerance for pain is incredible, and in that vain he is desperate to feel it. In fact he would be satisfied to feel anything at all, his emotional range is incredibly limited. Joy is brought on by the suffering and humiliation of others, whilst anger and hatred burn in his heart constantly. He is an advocate of suffering; a murderer and a cannibal.
Wraith does not care for loyalty or honour, he is as prone to change as the seasons and just as predictable. The young wolf will change sides without hesitation, betrayal deep seated in his core personality. He bends to the will of whoever is most dominant and whomever is willing to sate his violent tendencies.
Beneath the manic desperation and hellish desires Wraith is easily controlled. Rarely does he think for himself, not because he can't but because he choose not to, instead partaking in actions on the behalf of another. He has no morality, there is nothing too heinous for him.
Adult Height: 34 inches
09-15-2013, 05:55 PM
Decided to take another pup, that way you don't have to decide who to give Lust to. :)
Pup Number: 2
Name: Garnette Miel Sovari
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance:
Pup
As a pup, the young girl will have a slightly darker pelt than her siblings, hers being a more rust like tone than all out red. Thick and fluffy, it will insulate her well. Her front legs are cloaked in dusty brown stockings, covering her entire front legs and paws. Her paws, are a decent size for a pup, smaller than most pups'. Her eyes are the most striking of her features, a bright, nearly neon green. They can almost hypnotise the wolves she talks to, even though she doesn't mean to.
Adult
As an adult, the woman will be tall, curvy and beautiful. Thick fur will cover her petite frame, and will have lightened to a heavenly mahogany, her stockings turned to a creamy honey. She is gifted with tiny paws, which, coupled with long legs and a petite frame, lend her a doe like step. Bright green eyes have become a Peridot tone, and are still attractive beyond all measures, alluring to anyone who looks into them.
Personality:
Garnette is a wonderful woman, she loves to be around people and is probably one of the more social wolves of her litter. Although, occasionally she will wander off and explore when she's got nothing else to do, explore the lands around her, away from everyone else. While her mother is forming her siblings into assassins, into killers, she's off chasing butterflies and attacking bugs, then paying the price for being different. She doesn't mind, she's more happy go lucky, and yet, she doesn't care about the rules, she does what she wants and whatever happens, she doesn't mind. Usually, she sits by herself, since none of her siblings care about doing the things she does. She's okay with that, she's generally okay with everything, except when others insult the one's she cares about.
As she get's older, she'll spend less and less time at home, leaving before her siblings do. She'll be more of a wanderer than an adventurer, checking out things that she hears about, going wherever her paws take her.
Adult Height: 35 inches.
RP Example:
Pup
Bright green eyes would scan her siblings as they played roughly with each other, squabbling amongst themselves while she sat in the shadows. Garnette, on the other hand, was rolling a ball of moss between her two front paws. Every now and again it would roll out of the darkness that surrounded her, forcing her to fetch it, and risk being pulled into the tussle, or have her mother cuff her over the head simply for existing. This was one such occasion. Bored as she was now with the game, she simply left it, getting up and trotting to the mouth of the den, she peered fearfully over her shoulder, making sure no one watched her go, and left her home behind. The colours of the world never ceased to amaze her, the purples of the sky as the sun set, the black's and silver's of the dark birch tree copse around her, and the magnificent inferno of the disappearing sun. She stood outside the den, watching the sun set. When the light had died for the rest of the day, the little rust coloured girl let out a sigh and walked back into the warm den, watching her stocking wrapped feet slowly disappear into the darkness. Settling down just inside the entrance, she folded herself onto the ground, realizing with a slight dissatisfaction that she wasn't nearly as pudgy as the other pups, since she wasn't as mean, she assumed. Sighing once more, she let herself fall into sleep's warm embrace.
Adult:
A russet she wolf floated across the sand, eyes locked on a tropical bird perched in a tree, preening. Her peridot orbs were fascinated by it's exotic colours, and as she got closer, it took flight, startled by her appearance. Leaping into the air, she batted at it with her front, honey coated paws. The bird flapped just out of her reach, but her claws yanked out a long tail feather, which fluttered onto her nose. Her tongue poked from her mouth, pulling the brightly coloured plumage into her mouth, and she began to prance about, waving the feather in the air frantically.
Eventually, the feather was in tatters, and Garnette gave up on the broken toy, picking up her paws and heading out to wherever her body took her next, long legs eating up the distance between her and wherever she was headed. She hunted what she found, being more of an opportunistic eater, like a bear or a coyote. She stuck more to the islands, where the exotic colours and plants held her interests the longest. Though occasionally she got bored and went over to the mainland, where famous landmarks caught her attention.
Pup Number: 2
Name: Garnette Miel Sovari
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance:
Pup
As a pup, the young girl will have a slightly darker pelt than her siblings, hers being a more rust like tone than all out red. Thick and fluffy, it will insulate her well. Her front legs are cloaked in dusty brown stockings, covering her entire front legs and paws. Her paws, are a decent size for a pup, smaller than most pups'. Her eyes are the most striking of her features, a bright, nearly neon green. They can almost hypnotise the wolves she talks to, even though she doesn't mean to.
Adult
As an adult, the woman will be tall, curvy and beautiful. Thick fur will cover her petite frame, and will have lightened to a heavenly mahogany, her stockings turned to a creamy honey. She is gifted with tiny paws, which, coupled with long legs and a petite frame, lend her a doe like step. Bright green eyes have become a Peridot tone, and are still attractive beyond all measures, alluring to anyone who looks into them.
Personality:
Garnette is a wonderful woman, she loves to be around people and is probably one of the more social wolves of her litter. Although, occasionally she will wander off and explore when she's got nothing else to do, explore the lands around her, away from everyone else. While her mother is forming her siblings into assassins, into killers, she's off chasing butterflies and attacking bugs, then paying the price for being different. She doesn't mind, she's more happy go lucky, and yet, she doesn't care about the rules, she does what she wants and whatever happens, she doesn't mind. Usually, she sits by herself, since none of her siblings care about doing the things she does. She's okay with that, she's generally okay with everything, except when others insult the one's she cares about.
As she get's older, she'll spend less and less time at home, leaving before her siblings do. She'll be more of a wanderer than an adventurer, checking out things that she hears about, going wherever her paws take her.
Adult Height: 35 inches.
RP Example:
Pup
Bright green eyes would scan her siblings as they played roughly with each other, squabbling amongst themselves while she sat in the shadows. Garnette, on the other hand, was rolling a ball of moss between her two front paws. Every now and again it would roll out of the darkness that surrounded her, forcing her to fetch it, and risk being pulled into the tussle, or have her mother cuff her over the head simply for existing. This was one such occasion. Bored as she was now with the game, she simply left it, getting up and trotting to the mouth of the den, she peered fearfully over her shoulder, making sure no one watched her go, and left her home behind. The colours of the world never ceased to amaze her, the purples of the sky as the sun set, the black's and silver's of the dark birch tree copse around her, and the magnificent inferno of the disappearing sun. She stood outside the den, watching the sun set. When the light had died for the rest of the day, the little rust coloured girl let out a sigh and walked back into the warm den, watching her stocking wrapped feet slowly disappear into the darkness. Settling down just inside the entrance, she folded herself onto the ground, realizing with a slight dissatisfaction that she wasn't nearly as pudgy as the other pups, since she wasn't as mean, she assumed. Sighing once more, she let herself fall into sleep's warm embrace.
Adult:
A russet she wolf floated across the sand, eyes locked on a tropical bird perched in a tree, preening. Her peridot orbs were fascinated by it's exotic colours, and as she got closer, it took flight, startled by her appearance. Leaping into the air, she batted at it with her front, honey coated paws. The bird flapped just out of her reach, but her claws yanked out a long tail feather, which fluttered onto her nose. Her tongue poked from her mouth, pulling the brightly coloured plumage into her mouth, and she began to prance about, waving the feather in the air frantically.
Eventually, the feather was in tatters, and Garnette gave up on the broken toy, picking up her paws and heading out to wherever her body took her next, long legs eating up the distance between her and wherever she was headed. She hunted what she found, being more of an opportunistic eater, like a bear or a coyote. She stuck more to the islands, where the exotic colours and plants held her interests the longest. Though occasionally she got bored and went over to the mainland, where famous landmarks caught her attention.
10-02-2013, 10:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2013, 11:09 AM by Liberty.)
EDITED BECAUSE DIONE INFORMED ME I GOT PUPPY NUMBER FIVE
Pup Number: Number Five..
Name: Fiamette
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: Crimson silk drapes the slick bodice of a goddess. Her coat color is a rarity, not only is it deep in crimson, but Fiamette also has two circular black spots around both her eyes that feather out toward the ends into spikes. She is gifted in color from her mother, while her father provided her devilish gaze. Her eyes are also a deep crimson color, and if you stare long enough you might believe you are staring into the pits of hell. when she is full grown she will not be a large woman. She will grow up to twenty nine inches, and weight eighty five pounds. Her build will be medium, and beneath her stunning silk are coils of defined muscle ready to be used at any moment.
Personality: Only time will tell what her true personality will be, but I have a general idea of how I want her to go. She won't necessarily be shunned by her mother, but since Vi will believe her other daughter is a goddess, she won't get the love and affection she really desires. So, she will be an attention whore, and like her mother and father, a temptress. At a young age she will be oddly interested in men, but hopefully she wont actually take up any offers until she is older. Pretty much she is going to flirt, but wont take it further than that. She will prey on the weak boys and try to manipulate them into doing whatever she pleases. So hopefully if she can strut her stuff enough she will be desires by a lot of boys, and hopefully, some princes. She also wont give a damn about almost anything, including others feelings as long as she is getting what she wants. She may train to be an assasin like her mother as well, and me and aly have been talking about one of her kiddie characters being obsessed with this gal because of her coat. That's as far as I have atm, you never know what will happen IC.
Adult Height: 29 inches, 85 lbs
Also, I was wondering if these designs are set in stone, or if we are allowed to change them a bit. If so I would like to add a black tip to her tail, and possibly black legs? I love the red and black scheme. If not I am fine with taking her the way she is. I currently almost have enough gems to pay for her coat, but if you guys aren't saving for anything and wanna help me out I would appreciate it. :)
Pup Number: Number Five..
Name: Fiamette
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: Crimson silk drapes the slick bodice of a goddess. Her coat color is a rarity, not only is it deep in crimson, but Fiamette also has two circular black spots around both her eyes that feather out toward the ends into spikes. She is gifted in color from her mother, while her father provided her devilish gaze. Her eyes are also a deep crimson color, and if you stare long enough you might believe you are staring into the pits of hell. when she is full grown she will not be a large woman. She will grow up to twenty nine inches, and weight eighty five pounds. Her build will be medium, and beneath her stunning silk are coils of defined muscle ready to be used at any moment.
Personality: Only time will tell what her true personality will be, but I have a general idea of how I want her to go. She won't necessarily be shunned by her mother, but since Vi will believe her other daughter is a goddess, she won't get the love and affection she really desires. So, she will be an attention whore, and like her mother and father, a temptress. At a young age she will be oddly interested in men, but hopefully she wont actually take up any offers until she is older. Pretty much she is going to flirt, but wont take it further than that. She will prey on the weak boys and try to manipulate them into doing whatever she pleases. So hopefully if she can strut her stuff enough she will be desires by a lot of boys, and hopefully, some princes. She also wont give a damn about almost anything, including others feelings as long as she is getting what she wants. She may train to be an assasin like her mother as well, and me and aly have been talking about one of her kiddie characters being obsessed with this gal because of her coat. That's as far as I have atm, you never know what will happen IC.
Adult Height: 29 inches, 85 lbs
Also, I was wondering if these designs are set in stone, or if we are allowed to change them a bit. If so I would like to add a black tip to her tail, and possibly black legs? I love the red and black scheme. If not I am fine with taking her the way she is. I currently almost have enough gems to pay for her coat, but if you guys aren't saving for anything and wanna help me out I would appreciate it. :)
10-02-2013, 01:23 PM
ALL PUPS STILL OPEN!! AUDITIONS WILL CLOSE ON OCTOBER 12TH!!!
sorry I thought all the applications were done but there seems to be more interest so keeping everyone open for a bit longer :)
sorry I thought all the applications were done but there seems to be more interest so keeping everyone open for a bit longer :)
10-02-2013, 01:40 PM
audition for pup number one hi
Name: Lust Sovari
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: Lust will be an elegant creature when fully grown, measuring about 32 inches in height, with long legs that give her a lean, graceful frame. As a pup, of course, she will be far from graceful creature, with awkwardly long legs and a tiny torso with floppy paws and an elongated neck. However, as she grows, her body will lengthen and she will grow into all of this long limbs, giving her a very graceful appearance. Black fur will adorn her body, with no markings or variation coloring her fur. It is simple, but elegant, and her fur is long and soft, and well taken care of. Golden eyes round out her appearance, and contrast easily with the black fur around them.
Personality: Raised from birth to think herself a goddess, Lust has accepted what her mother has taught her and embraced it to an extreme. She considers herself to be a goddess reincarnated in the form of a wolf, and is proud and extremely haughty. She is generally condescending towards wolves that are not members of her litter, which are elevated in Lust's opinion simply by grace of being their mother's children, though she will look down on them a little all the same because they are not goddesses like herself.
She will consider herself to be entirely above the rules, as she is a goddess, and will do whatever she wants when she wants to.
Generally speaking, Lust is capable of getting her paws dirty if push comes to shove, but she would much prefer to do things from behind the scenes. She is capable of wrapping other wolves around her paws and getting them to do whatever she wants with ease. She has few to no morals, and is unhindered by things as foolish as what is proper. Lust has no problems with death, and views the lives of other wolves as largely unimportant. She will hurt anyone and everyone if that is what it takes to keep her hide out of trouble.
Name: Lust Sovari
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: Lust will be an elegant creature when fully grown, measuring about 32 inches in height, with long legs that give her a lean, graceful frame. As a pup, of course, she will be far from graceful creature, with awkwardly long legs and a tiny torso with floppy paws and an elongated neck. However, as she grows, her body will lengthen and she will grow into all of this long limbs, giving her a very graceful appearance. Black fur will adorn her body, with no markings or variation coloring her fur. It is simple, but elegant, and her fur is long and soft, and well taken care of. Golden eyes round out her appearance, and contrast easily with the black fur around them.
Personality: Raised from birth to think herself a goddess, Lust has accepted what her mother has taught her and embraced it to an extreme. She considers herself to be a goddess reincarnated in the form of a wolf, and is proud and extremely haughty. She is generally condescending towards wolves that are not members of her litter, which are elevated in Lust's opinion simply by grace of being their mother's children, though she will look down on them a little all the same because they are not goddesses like herself.
She will consider herself to be entirely above the rules, as she is a goddess, and will do whatever she wants when she wants to.
Generally speaking, Lust is capable of getting her paws dirty if push comes to shove, but she would much prefer to do things from behind the scenes. She is capable of wrapping other wolves around her paws and getting them to do whatever she wants with ease. She has few to no morals, and is unhindered by things as foolish as what is proper. Lust has no problems with death, and views the lives of other wolves as largely unimportant. She will hurt anyone and everyone if that is what it takes to keep her hide out of trouble.
10-08-2013, 04:06 PM
Pup Number: Three
Name: Vivek, Vittore, Achille Sovari
Gender: Male
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: Mother dearest, your children resemble you so - so why on earth won't you spare a moment for your devilish red spawn? Among siblings so similar, so striking and lovely, you choose to worship the black sheep, bathing the babe in adoration that blackens the hearts of her kin. Red fur covers this babe like his sister, and his eyes are rimmed with flares of black fur, a gaze almost bespectacled if the patterns would meet at his muzzle. His coat is nearly solid, but reds vary ever so slightly at his back and undersides - just a shade lighter, barely enough to differentiate from his main coloration.
He is built strong, reaching a height of thirty five inches and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds at his prime. He carries himself with a subtle swagger, a flash of teeth in his smile, his bright red eyes narrowed even with the most jovial of expressions.
Personality: A being of jealousy, bitterness and a substantial amount of subservience. Achille does not worship his sister, but he loves Lust more than he does anyone else. A dull ache as a child will blossom into hatred for the woman that raised him, but never will he turn against the "goddess" that he shared a womb with. He pities her, for thinking herself more a wolf than others - yet protects her fiercely, without even the most faint of resentment. Loyalty runs so thickly through him, thicker than even the blood in his veins, once he pledges himself to someone or something it will remain for what could very well be the end of his days.
The male is wildly paranoid, and to counter his struggles he holds a faux sense of confidence and play so very close to his heart. A roll of the eyes and a snort can hide so much, and oh will the red brute hide! Weakness has no place in the open air, and so he ignores it, letting it fester and grow beneath the surface. It is released through affection and bloodshed, two things that will become easier to obtain as he grows older. A polygamist without even a second though, he will attach to many lupine of various gender and alignment, and seek skin-ship. Beneath even that he is a volatile beast, seeking victims to his ill-contained emotions in the form of battle.
Name: Vivek, Vittore, Achille Sovari
Gender: Male
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: Mother dearest, your children resemble you so - so why on earth won't you spare a moment for your devilish red spawn? Among siblings so similar, so striking and lovely, you choose to worship the black sheep, bathing the babe in adoration that blackens the hearts of her kin. Red fur covers this babe like his sister, and his eyes are rimmed with flares of black fur, a gaze almost bespectacled if the patterns would meet at his muzzle. His coat is nearly solid, but reds vary ever so slightly at his back and undersides - just a shade lighter, barely enough to differentiate from his main coloration.
He is built strong, reaching a height of thirty five inches and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds at his prime. He carries himself with a subtle swagger, a flash of teeth in his smile, his bright red eyes narrowed even with the most jovial of expressions.
Personality: A being of jealousy, bitterness and a substantial amount of subservience. Achille does not worship his sister, but he loves Lust more than he does anyone else. A dull ache as a child will blossom into hatred for the woman that raised him, but never will he turn against the "goddess" that he shared a womb with. He pities her, for thinking herself more a wolf than others - yet protects her fiercely, without even the most faint of resentment. Loyalty runs so thickly through him, thicker than even the blood in his veins, once he pledges himself to someone or something it will remain for what could very well be the end of his days.
The male is wildly paranoid, and to counter his struggles he holds a faux sense of confidence and play so very close to his heart. A roll of the eyes and a snort can hide so much, and oh will the red brute hide! Weakness has no place in the open air, and so he ignores it, letting it fester and grow beneath the surface. It is released through affection and bloodshed, two things that will become easier to obtain as he grows older. A polygamist without even a second though, he will attach to many lupine of various gender and alignment, and seek skin-ship. Beneath even that he is a volatile beast, seeking victims to his ill-contained emotions in the form of battle.
10-11-2013, 04:55 PM
Pup Number: Puppy 4
Name: Hestia Sovari
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: The most plain beauty of all the pups, in my opinion, but you may not think the same of this pup. Because of her mother, Hestia will try to get her mother's attention and love by going out, hunting, and even fighting some pups her age. This will make her have a lot of scars covering her beautiful body, but covered by fur. Hestia will be a skinny little pup, because she will never have much of an appetite. But enough of that, on to her fur color, muscles, and eye color. Hestia looks like a weak little thing, but her fur covers a lot of muscles. Dark, eclipse gray fur covers most of her body, as if she has been dipped in it, and it has never came off. White fur will go on the tip of her tail, and on her front paws, like stars in a night filled with clouds. But those beautiful colors will be nothing compared to her eyes, the most stunning feature of her entire appearance, is what she will call them as she gets older. Hestia's eyes are blue, deep blue, almost as blue as the ocean, if not that color. As Hestia gets older, she will be less craving for her mother's attention and more for the love of Lust. But this will not make her do as things as foolish as she did as a pup, and she will not have as many bad scars, even though her job will put her in danger. Sure, maybe one or two, most like two; one on her snout, and one over her eye, that never went away. Hestia will still be a skinny wolf; that will never, ever change, but the rest of her looks will, mostly. Hestia will be taller, much taller, making her large. The smaller version of large, but yes, large. Hestia's stunning fur will get her some males if she knows how to make them smile and come to her, but most likely she won't. The main reason they will come to her is those eyes of hers, not even changed all that much. But even those have changed, being more capivating.
Personality: Although Hestia might not look like it, but she's all messed up on the inside, because of her mother. A tingle she can't scratch will be there from the minute she is born, until it morphs into a full blown hatred for her father; never her mother or Lust, oh no. Hestia would not hate the sister she has claimed as her favorite, or her mother, for all her faults. But all the hatred will be aimed at her father, who she will insult, taunt, and even refuse to do things for. For him, she'll be the little rebel in the family, never a daddy's girl, or her brother's. Hestia will train to be an assassin, just like her mother. In a way, it will be the only thing she likes, for it allows her to use the hatred for her pack. Hestia will be a smart little pup, calculating and even a little cold. She'll be quiet, and when she does speak, her voice will have a cold edge to it, not the slightest bit of friendliness or even warmth for the wolf. Now, Hestia will want all her mother's love, and none for Lust or any of her other siblings. But considering this, keep in mind that Hestia will defend her family with every moment of her life. Hestia would die for her family without a word, without a single complaint, and would not even tell them that they owe her one, like she would any other wolf. Another thing Hestia will do os give them her advice, and sugarcoat it sometimes if she has to, even if she is not the best at doing that. Not one to like males, and how pups are made, she won't be a flirt until later. She'll be more of a tomboy than a girly-girl, and hates to be called one. In fact, she's not really sure if she's even a female, after all she does. She isn't afraid to get her paws dirty, and even loves it, and will actually get her paws dirty by running through mud! Sure, a little childish, but Hestia doesn't care what you think of her, and never will, ever. And she'll always crave somebody's love, from her mother to Lust to a crush.
Adult Height: Thirty Six for height, large
Roleplay Sample: White paws hit the muddy ground in a run, and blue eyes narrowed in pure delight as a dark gray pup ran across a new land, loving every minute of it. The white rabbit in front of her was always stopping, teasing her, then running as fast as it could whenever she got close enough to it, making her slightly annoyed. This was something else she was doing to get her mother's love, or even her attention, one of the things she had got hurt from and being taught a lesson. She had been hunting the same rabbit, but never managing to catch it, because it always went down a rabbit hole that she couldn't fit in; trust me, she tried. The rabbit was running to the rabbit hole, so Hestia went faster, getting close enough to bite it, and the skinny gray and white wolf lunged. The rabbit struggled as she landed on it, and she drew back her lips in a snarl that looked like a smile in a way. She opened her jaws and bit the rabbit's spine, and gently bit it a few times, just hard enough to draw blood and hurt, and then decided to make it suffer. The pup grabbed an ear, and bean to tilt her head until the rabbit struggled harder, and then tilted it even harder. Blood was leaking from beneath the ear, a sign that the rabbit's ear was coming off, and then pulled her head up so fast that there was a lot of blood and a rabbit ear dangling in her jaws. The rabbit lay still, stunned, and Hestia took advantage by grabbing the other ear. She would not tear this one off, but just rip it a little, just enough to almost kill the rabbit. She tried to do this, but another ear was dangling in her jaws, and the femme began to move towards its head. Jaws opened wide, Hestia moved her teeth just over the side of the rabbit's head, and began to shut them. Her fangs seemed to kill the rabbit all too quickly. She sunk her jaws into the rabbit, and began to eat the rabbit, saving the ears for Lust and her mother. They would like that, and know from the ears and the blood on her snout that she had caught a rabbit and ate it, and gave the ears to them. In a way, Hestia wished she had saved the legs to give to them, but it was too late. Next time, she would rip the legs and ears off, and save the heart for the way back. With that in mind, Hestia headed back home, paws getting dirty, two bloody rabbit ears dangling from her jaws, and a good reason in mind.
Name: Hestia Sovari
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Appearance: The most plain beauty of all the pups, in my opinion, but you may not think the same of this pup. Because of her mother, Hestia will try to get her mother's attention and love by going out, hunting, and even fighting some pups her age. This will make her have a lot of scars covering her beautiful body, but covered by fur. Hestia will be a skinny little pup, because she will never have much of an appetite. But enough of that, on to her fur color, muscles, and eye color. Hestia looks like a weak little thing, but her fur covers a lot of muscles. Dark, eclipse gray fur covers most of her body, as if she has been dipped in it, and it has never came off. White fur will go on the tip of her tail, and on her front paws, like stars in a night filled with clouds. But those beautiful colors will be nothing compared to her eyes, the most stunning feature of her entire appearance, is what she will call them as she gets older. Hestia's eyes are blue, deep blue, almost as blue as the ocean, if not that color. As Hestia gets older, she will be less craving for her mother's attention and more for the love of Lust. But this will not make her do as things as foolish as she did as a pup, and she will not have as many bad scars, even though her job will put her in danger. Sure, maybe one or two, most like two; one on her snout, and one over her eye, that never went away. Hestia will still be a skinny wolf; that will never, ever change, but the rest of her looks will, mostly. Hestia will be taller, much taller, making her large. The smaller version of large, but yes, large. Hestia's stunning fur will get her some males if she knows how to make them smile and come to her, but most likely she won't. The main reason they will come to her is those eyes of hers, not even changed all that much. But even those have changed, being more capivating.
Personality: Although Hestia might not look like it, but she's all messed up on the inside, because of her mother. A tingle she can't scratch will be there from the minute she is born, until it morphs into a full blown hatred for her father; never her mother or Lust, oh no. Hestia would not hate the sister she has claimed as her favorite, or her mother, for all her faults. But all the hatred will be aimed at her father, who she will insult, taunt, and even refuse to do things for. For him, she'll be the little rebel in the family, never a daddy's girl, or her brother's. Hestia will train to be an assassin, just like her mother. In a way, it will be the only thing she likes, for it allows her to use the hatred for her pack. Hestia will be a smart little pup, calculating and even a little cold. She'll be quiet, and when she does speak, her voice will have a cold edge to it, not the slightest bit of friendliness or even warmth for the wolf. Now, Hestia will want all her mother's love, and none for Lust or any of her other siblings. But considering this, keep in mind that Hestia will defend her family with every moment of her life. Hestia would die for her family without a word, without a single complaint, and would not even tell them that they owe her one, like she would any other wolf. Another thing Hestia will do os give them her advice, and sugarcoat it sometimes if she has to, even if she is not the best at doing that. Not one to like males, and how pups are made, she won't be a flirt until later. She'll be more of a tomboy than a girly-girl, and hates to be called one. In fact, she's not really sure if she's even a female, after all she does. She isn't afraid to get her paws dirty, and even loves it, and will actually get her paws dirty by running through mud! Sure, a little childish, but Hestia doesn't care what you think of her, and never will, ever. And she'll always crave somebody's love, from her mother to Lust to a crush.
Adult Height: Thirty Six for height, large
Roleplay Sample: White paws hit the muddy ground in a run, and blue eyes narrowed in pure delight as a dark gray pup ran across a new land, loving every minute of it. The white rabbit in front of her was always stopping, teasing her, then running as fast as it could whenever she got close enough to it, making her slightly annoyed. This was something else she was doing to get her mother's love, or even her attention, one of the things she had got hurt from and being taught a lesson. She had been hunting the same rabbit, but never managing to catch it, because it always went down a rabbit hole that she couldn't fit in; trust me, she tried. The rabbit was running to the rabbit hole, so Hestia went faster, getting close enough to bite it, and the skinny gray and white wolf lunged. The rabbit struggled as she landed on it, and she drew back her lips in a snarl that looked like a smile in a way. She opened her jaws and bit the rabbit's spine, and gently bit it a few times, just hard enough to draw blood and hurt, and then decided to make it suffer. The pup grabbed an ear, and bean to tilt her head until the rabbit struggled harder, and then tilted it even harder. Blood was leaking from beneath the ear, a sign that the rabbit's ear was coming off, and then pulled her head up so fast that there was a lot of blood and a rabbit ear dangling in her jaws. The rabbit lay still, stunned, and Hestia took advantage by grabbing the other ear. She would not tear this one off, but just rip it a little, just enough to almost kill the rabbit. She tried to do this, but another ear was dangling in her jaws, and the femme began to move towards its head. Jaws opened wide, Hestia moved her teeth just over the side of the rabbit's head, and began to shut them. Her fangs seemed to kill the rabbit all too quickly. She sunk her jaws into the rabbit, and began to eat the rabbit, saving the ears for Lust and her mother. They would like that, and know from the ears and the blood on her snout that she had caught a rabbit and ate it, and gave the ears to them. In a way, Hestia wished she had saved the legs to give to them, but it was too late. Next time, she would rip the legs and ears off, and save the heart for the way back. With that in mind, Hestia headed back home, paws getting dirty, two bloody rabbit ears dangling from her jaws, and a good reason in mind.
10-12-2013, 08:40 PM
EVERYONE GETS THEIR PUPPY!!! Yeah :D
Croa I loved you app and you can defiantly have pup 4. I'll be taking pup 6 unless there are any last minute applications that want it. He will be male :)
Croa I loved you app and you can defiantly have pup 4. I'll be taking pup 6 unless there are any last minute applications that want it. He will be male :)
10-14-2013, 05:57 PM
Your more then welcome if you want to take a crack at it !!
10-22-2013, 06:54 PM
Can I tweak Garnette's appearance a bit? Just getting rid of the floppy ear if possible, because I'm having second thoughts on it..... lol
11-05-2013, 12:48 PM
*is really sorry for being annoying with all the posts on this*
I'd like to give up Garnette, so if anyone wants her they can have her, and if Dione or Roamer wanna kill me for wanting to put her back up I'M SORRY!!
I'd like to give up Garnette, so if anyone wants her they can have her, and if Dione or Roamer wanna kill me for wanting to put her back up I'M SORRY!!
11-05-2013, 11:47 PM
Pup Number:: 2
Name: Arisu
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil {{The only one who can truly trust her 100% will be Vi, should she choose. She'll help the rest of her family out if they truly need it, but for the most part she'll be self serving / serving only to her mother.}}
Appearance: Arisu is a woman of a simpler coloration, not that she minds. A dull russet coat covers much of her body with fur that is, for the most part, medium length, though thicker around her ruff and tail. About a third of each of her legs, starting from the paws up, is colored tan. A small patch of white, coloration inherited from her father, splashes across the left side of her chest around where her heart would be. Her green eyes are large, giving almost an false sense of innocence, though as this young woman will be anything but that word.
Arisu will come to stand in between the height of her parents at 34'' and weigh roughly around 110lbs. She will be a medium wolf, though on the large side of that spectrum, and a bit bigger than her mother when fully grown. She will have a slender form with slight curves, though not enough to make her exceptionally beautiful. Her legs will be long with delicate, smaller than average paws, and, for the most part, her muscle will be in her legs. Other muscle, though lean, will be found throughout her form, filling her out to give a decent appearance overall. Her muzzle, like her mother's, is a bit longer than that of an average wolf, and more narrow, like that of a fox.
Personality: From a young age Arisu will be more of the independent sort. She will sit off from her mother and siblings, observing the world with a cold mind. She will learn quickly, and likely not talk much. Though she won't respect forms of authority, or many other wolves for that matter, Arisu will be completely loyal to her mother and siblings, should they choose to accept and acknowledge her presence. As she grows she will learn to be cold, yet, at the same time, show a caring side to her family. Anyone who dares mess with them will meet the fiery temper of the young woman. While she has a fierce temper and short fuse, mainly for those not related to her, Arisu will almost always be seen acting with an almost eerie calm. But watch her smile, she could be plotting your very death and you would be none the wiser. Friends won't be likely -- the girl will be manipulative and only make 'friends' to serve the goals of herself and her mother. Though at some point Arisu will start to wander off on her own she will always return to Vi, the creator of life, in honor, respect, and loyalty. She would do anything, if it would please her mother, even killing the young and innocent.
RP Sample: -Will write a new one if necessary.-
Name: Arisu
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Evil {{The only one who can truly trust her 100% will be Vi, should she choose. She'll help the rest of her family out if they truly need it, but for the most part she'll be self serving / serving only to her mother.}}
Appearance: Arisu is a woman of a simpler coloration, not that she minds. A dull russet coat covers much of her body with fur that is, for the most part, medium length, though thicker around her ruff and tail. About a third of each of her legs, starting from the paws up, is colored tan. A small patch of white, coloration inherited from her father, splashes across the left side of her chest around where her heart would be. Her green eyes are large, giving almost an false sense of innocence, though as this young woman will be anything but that word.
Arisu will come to stand in between the height of her parents at 34'' and weigh roughly around 110lbs. She will be a medium wolf, though on the large side of that spectrum, and a bit bigger than her mother when fully grown. She will have a slender form with slight curves, though not enough to make her exceptionally beautiful. Her legs will be long with delicate, smaller than average paws, and, for the most part, her muscle will be in her legs. Other muscle, though lean, will be found throughout her form, filling her out to give a decent appearance overall. Her muzzle, like her mother's, is a bit longer than that of an average wolf, and more narrow, like that of a fox.
Personality: From a young age Arisu will be more of the independent sort. She will sit off from her mother and siblings, observing the world with a cold mind. She will learn quickly, and likely not talk much. Though she won't respect forms of authority, or many other wolves for that matter, Arisu will be completely loyal to her mother and siblings, should they choose to accept and acknowledge her presence. As she grows she will learn to be cold, yet, at the same time, show a caring side to her family. Anyone who dares mess with them will meet the fiery temper of the young woman. While she has a fierce temper and short fuse, mainly for those not related to her, Arisu will almost always be seen acting with an almost eerie calm. But watch her smile, she could be plotting your very death and you would be none the wiser. Friends won't be likely -- the girl will be manipulative and only make 'friends' to serve the goals of herself and her mother. Though at some point Arisu will start to wander off on her own she will always return to Vi, the creator of life, in honor, respect, and loyalty. She would do anything, if it would please her mother, even killing the young and innocent.
RP Sample: -Will write a new one if necessary.-
12-10-2013, 11:02 PM
Are these pups still going to happen?
12-15-2013, 02:49 AM
We're in the process of the mating thread now.
12-20-2013, 12:24 AM
Okay. I justt wanted to make sure before I brought in my eighth character or not. I have the gems to spare but you know, just being cautious. <3
01-29-2014, 01:22 PM
Pup Number: Pup #6
Name: Bashii
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance: (Link doesn't work for his manip)
Bashii is enveloped in a blood red coat like some of his other siblings and like his mother. Stockings rise up on lithe limbs, each reaching up to different heights upon each leg. He will have a half sock on his left foreleg, the color white enveloping toes to just above the first joint. His right foreleg carries the same color, only covering to just above his paw. His left hind leg carries the white completely towards his inner thigh, while his right hind leg is enveloped with white just to the middle where his leg bends. Each will end with splatter like marks, like sea foam rising upon the shore. His blood red coat runs solid for the most part, however, a ring of white encircles his neck like a collar. A large patch of white randomly marks his forehead dead center. The last bit that breaks his red coat is white that underlines his eyes, similar to eyeliner. This brings out his noticeably bi-colored eyes; the left being a deep Lapis Blue (#15317E), and the right being a rich purple haze(#4E387E). He will be large in size, reaching 36" of height and will achieve maximum masculinity as he grows and matures.
Personality: Bashii is a strangely dark character. He rarely if ever shows emotion to anyone at all. As he grows older, he learns to close out any sort of emotion from both his heart and mind. His voice as well as his eyes will carry no signs of what he is feeling whatsoever, a useful tactic against strangers, foes, and friends alike. But friends is something he will probably never have. He doesn't care much of what happens to others, and only really works for himself. His emotionless state allows him to do his jobs easily and effortlessly, as he does not care about whose life he has to take or whose body he is injuring. He won't stoop as low as raping and tormenting, he is more of the silent deed type. Stalking his target and accomplishing the job, whatever it may be, without second thoughts. Bashii is a quiet male, seldom will he speak unless spoken to. Even then, only short curt answers are given. He doesn't care to converse, he doesn't care to get to know others. He could care less about who he is talking to, and he won't care whether he offends them or not. He does what he feels like doing, and will often walk away from someone even in the middle of talking if he finds them as a waste of his time. If approached, he will not say a word. And sometimes will just walk away without so much as a glance. He looks down upon most, however, when he does not like to be bothered. Disdain often the only look that will ever enter his visage.
Love? Bashii is nigh incapable of such a thing. One would have to be very persistent and really wanting to take the patience and time to break through to his iron clad heart. It isn't impossible for him to learn, but affection is something not integrated into the male. Loyalty is a part of him, but only given in the rarest of circumstances. Not even an alpha can rope his loyalty, and forcing him to do so will result in major consequences...he does things on his own time, not caring whether or not he is late. He chooses to answer when he wants, not when he is called. Bashii is capable of many things, no matter what. Though he is a man of few words and little emotion, he can have a flaring temper where he may attack without warning if provoked.
(More added/polished up upon creation)
Adult Height: 36", Large. (Might be a little more if affordable)
Name: Bashii
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance: (Link doesn't work for his manip)
Bashii is enveloped in a blood red coat like some of his other siblings and like his mother. Stockings rise up on lithe limbs, each reaching up to different heights upon each leg. He will have a half sock on his left foreleg, the color white enveloping toes to just above the first joint. His right foreleg carries the same color, only covering to just above his paw. His left hind leg carries the white completely towards his inner thigh, while his right hind leg is enveloped with white just to the middle where his leg bends. Each will end with splatter like marks, like sea foam rising upon the shore. His blood red coat runs solid for the most part, however, a ring of white encircles his neck like a collar. A large patch of white randomly marks his forehead dead center. The last bit that breaks his red coat is white that underlines his eyes, similar to eyeliner. This brings out his noticeably bi-colored eyes; the left being a deep Lapis Blue (#15317E), and the right being a rich purple haze(#4E387E). He will be large in size, reaching 36" of height and will achieve maximum masculinity as he grows and matures.
Personality: Bashii is a strangely dark character. He rarely if ever shows emotion to anyone at all. As he grows older, he learns to close out any sort of emotion from both his heart and mind. His voice as well as his eyes will carry no signs of what he is feeling whatsoever, a useful tactic against strangers, foes, and friends alike. But friends is something he will probably never have. He doesn't care much of what happens to others, and only really works for himself. His emotionless state allows him to do his jobs easily and effortlessly, as he does not care about whose life he has to take or whose body he is injuring. He won't stoop as low as raping and tormenting, he is more of the silent deed type. Stalking his target and accomplishing the job, whatever it may be, without second thoughts. Bashii is a quiet male, seldom will he speak unless spoken to. Even then, only short curt answers are given. He doesn't care to converse, he doesn't care to get to know others. He could care less about who he is talking to, and he won't care whether he offends them or not. He does what he feels like doing, and will often walk away from someone even in the middle of talking if he finds them as a waste of his time. If approached, he will not say a word. And sometimes will just walk away without so much as a glance. He looks down upon most, however, when he does not like to be bothered. Disdain often the only look that will ever enter his visage.
Love? Bashii is nigh incapable of such a thing. One would have to be very persistent and really wanting to take the patience and time to break through to his iron clad heart. It isn't impossible for him to learn, but affection is something not integrated into the male. Loyalty is a part of him, but only given in the rarest of circumstances. Not even an alpha can rope his loyalty, and forcing him to do so will result in major consequences...he does things on his own time, not caring whether or not he is late. He chooses to answer when he wants, not when he is called. Bashii is capable of many things, no matter what. Though he is a man of few words and little emotion, he can have a flaring temper where he may attack without warning if provoked.
(More added/polished up upon creation)
Adult Height: 36", Large. (Might be a little more if affordable)
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