So, here's the dealio.

Most of the players of the Raven/Gitan/Jaeger--Ryouta/Jaeger babies have gone missing from ala, and it makes Sei and I sad to see the lovely babbus go inactive. So, we've decided we're readopting them out. THIS IS YOUR CHANCE IF YOU MISSED IT!!!
Basically, we're keeping the previously chosen designs the same, as well as their sizes, but you may change the names and personalities if you wish to. If one of these lovely children was once yours, we apologize but we want to see them around ala more :)

HERE WE GO LADIES AND GENTS!!

The adoption thread can be found >>here<<. The designs for the pups are as follows, if you don't feel like reading the whole thing xD.

Seva (design 1) is Raven's only son, and is available for adoption. His personality is up to you, and you can change the name if you want.

Lilith (design 3) is Raven's only daughter, and is also available for adoption. Her personality may also be changed.

Name change?: Lyre Kigu

Design number: 5

Personality: Lyre will not have many friends, from living with her mother and being under her influence for so long; you can guess how she is. Maybe even a little worse, because she is so bloodthirsty that she would even bite herself, just to get the taste of blood on her tongue. So, when she gets into a lot of fights with the other pups, you can figure out why as fast as she gets into the endless, bloody fights. The feeling of her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of a throat, stomach, back, head, or jugular vein is too much for her, in the loving way. The pup will even torture rabbits whenever she goes hunting, until the fragile ways of the rabbit will end its life, and then she'll start on the body. She will nip the rabbit if it is on its bloody side, so she can drink the blood and lick it off the fur of the rabbit, now without blood. The only thing the pup can ask for is the blood of anything her family catches, and leaves the rest of the body for the family.

The child will detest the life of the one who birthed her, only because she will have an odd attraction to the male who bred with the one. If he ever comes, with the smell of a female; anger. The child will demand who the female is, leave, and come back in blood, announcing gleefully that Jaeger won't be seeing her anymore. Another thing, is that Lyre will be attracted to one of her siblings, a male, and only him; she will follow only him, agree with only him, ask only him questions about life. At one point, the girl will actually flirt with him, saying that he's the most handsome wolf she's ever met, even though her mother doesn't really like males all that much. If Jaeger comes a lot, she won't be as happy to see him, but if he doesn't, then Lyre will be very excited to see what's happened right now.

Lyre is both a spy and a warrior, as she wasn't very able to decide what she wanted to be, being good at spying, too. That is, if the pup doesn't give herself away by complaining about having to run and not fight, and being so dramatic a lot. That's right; Lyre is very over-dramatic about things and likes to gain all the attention, so she complains as loud as she can. But even though she complains, Lyre is very light on her feet, and can be very deceiving about a lot of things. The innocent smile, for example, could lead to another wolf's bloody demise; and by the jaws of a pup, the child of Jaeger, no doubt. In the spy business, Lyre is heartless, even if a male pup likes her. Even if SHE likes the male, she won't let feelings get in the way of her job, whatever it is.

As you can already tell, Lyre is also heartless and merciless in the business of being a warrior, a good warrior. The main reason she is so good in the battlefield, is that she has no mercy, and this will probably make her be feared. She would also go down fighting if she had to, and it might bring down a lot of other wolves along with her, considering her canines. She would easily sink her fangs into the throat of another wolf, and go around killing. The blood of wolves she wants to gravely injure or kill makes her go crazy for a while. She just wants the taste of blood on her tongue, and will fight any other wolf to get it, even the ones of her own side; at this rate, it wouldn't matter. Sometimes during this, Lyre may rip off the ear of a wolf and actually eat it, but this doesn't make her any worse than she is at this point, a berserk in battle.

RP sample: At least 100 words please!

Name change?: Lyre Kigu --> Esti Kigu
Design number:5.
Personality:
As a Pup:
Mostly mischievous learning that other?s dismay can be very entertaining. She?s apt to gang up with (drag in) her siblings to help her achieve these goals. She sees herself as somewhat of a leader, wanting the others to help her in scheming a new way to have fun. (Spoiler: she doesn?t mature much)

Solid Traits:
Her adult personality might change due to Valhalla, but these traits probably won't.
Selfish || Playful || Powerful || Determined || Self-centered || Hedonistic

As an Adult (I think):
Her size is definitely something Esti is aware of. She values this strength and independence, knowing she will never be a ?damsel in distress? or rely on others to help her out. She doesn?t expect others to help her and in return she doesn?t feel the need to help others if she comes across them. She has a definite lack of empathy, though she is not completely heartless. It is unlikely that she will form many strong bonds with others, and even if she does, she is not altogether against betraying them if they offer her a good enough reward. This doesn?t mean, however, that she will not be capable of making friends or having companions- she definitely can and will- but they are somewhat disposable. If they stop being entertaining to her or become bothersome, she has no qualms about dropping them or turning on them. As long as they offer her fun or food or some other benefit though, why not?

Esti doesn?t see herself as completely elite or super special awesome. She simply cares about what she wants to care about when she wants to care about it. She?s aware of her own strength, but she?s not one to assume another is less cunning or more ruthless than herself. Not to say she won?t pick on someone obviously weaker than her, she just has common sense and is in touch with reality.

Her dark demeanor is not a result of a mental illness or undying rage, but simply desire and energy. She has a mentality of ?What, me worry?? in respect to most things. Her energy often is released as violence and violence excites her. Power excites her. If it?s exciting, it?s fun, and Esti is all about a good time? even/especially if it?s at someone else?s dismay

Esti is not one for fancy language or fancy anything really. She knows how to use those words, at least probably, but it?s a lot of effort to cover up the same meaning. She feels like most wolves are a bit stupid for trying to choose their words carefully instead of just saying what they want to.

In interacting with others, Esti tries to have fun. She can laugh and smile just as easily as she can scream and fight. It?s mostly a fifty/fifty chance with her though. If her energy is low, she can be just as grumpy as any wolf. When normal, she?s probably something close to more mischievous than evil. The higher her energy though, the closer her violent switch is to flicking on. Though it?s controllable, Esti sees no fun in trying to tame it. It?s easy for her to be manipulative due to her lack of empathy and extreme drive to have ?a good time? even if that means ruining another person?s time, so what? Why should she worry about that? If others wanted to be happy, they could work as hard as her to achieve it.

As far as family goes, Esti has less problems with them than the rest of the world. She was raised with them and if she has any loyalties or debts, they lie with her family. Her lack of empathy is severely weakened around her family, though it?s not like she?d ever break down because one of them was suffering, she is a selfish being, after all. She will take the task of helping them with little complaint, or with much complaining, but little resistance. She believes that any member of her family can probably rival her equally in wit and holds them in enough of a high regard that she would -probably- never betray them.

RP sample: (Lazuli gave me permission to ?reply? to her post)
Esti walked, no pranced, around the densite. She took a quick look around to see what everyone else was up to. It had to be fun right? The girl spotted her brother with a stick. It was perfect! She could have squealed with excitement, but she was too busy already looking for a stick. As soon as she found one, she plopped down and began gnawing on it. This was fun, wasn?t it? Of course it was! The stick made satisfying crackling sounds when her teeth slipped off of it or when they crushed into the wood. At some point she was aware her brother was above her, but she didn?t really care. This stick was taking a beating. It was getting crushed. She was stronger than it. She imagined that one day she?d chew through an entire tree. Her vision was cut short by her brother?s tapping, however. She offered a few warning growls, but when he reached for a stick it was OVER.

She let loose her toughest growl, yanking the stick, and her brother returned the pull. He was strong- like her. Esti lost interest in the actual stick and more of the competition. Who would be stronger? Esti felt the tension build up in her stomach, just waiting for her brother to mess up. It was too much. Her body felt hot, and suddenly the stick wasn?t enough; she needed a new target.

Esti couldn?t remember who let the stick loose first, and it didn?t matter. Within seconds the two pups were entwined with growls and barks and mouthfuls of fur. Small prickles of blood dotted her skin, but nothing too serious. Tears were exchanged on both sides, but neither would give in. It hurt, it cut deep into her core, releasing the built up heat. Through her tears, there was something else- excitement. She was enjoying this. The tingling on her skin, even the hurt, it was? fun. Who cared about a dumb old stick when your siblings could bite and feel your own bites?

Please keep in mind they might have the influence of valhalla with them so they won't be totally evil. Of course, unless Raven stops them and moves far far away and something happens.

My adult personality is totally open to change, I just projected it as based on her family and parents. I hope that's okay.

Iko now gets Esti!

Lyre's could change, too.

Hi I'm Will. I'm hanging out in the cbox so you can catch me there if you wanna chat.

Name change?: Seva Luponigro -> Crowe Luponigro
Design number: 1
Personality: He is a fearless and passionate fire. A heart which beats cold in his chest guides the mind which wanders on a path of uncertainty. Crowe is instability, he is chaos. There is a trapped and twisted beast dwelling within the cavity of his soul, it burns like the unrelenting caress of sunlight. He keeps his thoughts hidden, his truths are his alone. Secrets are to the boy as treasure, he hordes them much as the dragon hordes his gold. A dragon among wolves.

He clings to the heel of his kin, a silent shadow. His words are to be heard on privilege not by right. he is careless in his body language, reckless in his nature. The sight of anger and hatred, death and pain are nothing to him. Grief, however, he relishes. There is not a reason for it, yet he seeks it out anyway. Does not feel it for himself, nor guilt or compassion. Every inch of his being is drawn by avarice and envy to experience and horde.

Crowe must know, he must learn he must be. Everything which exists must find its way to him, it must be his. Only his blood kin can achieve anything close to a kinship with him, he loves them with that fierce passion which like fire can burn until it consumes even what it wishes to protect. Obsesses over them to a point where jealousy drives him to violence, his sister... his Mother. They are his alone. His family, his kin. His forever.

RP sample: He wears a mask of a sullen nature. Ears falling back toward his head and eyes telling no tales. His body is rigid, paws pressing hard into the Earth. The bird watches him with beady dark eyes, a curiousness in its death's mask. He rolls his shoulders forward, head dipping slightly as if in silent conversation. The large black avian spreads its wings, offers a lazy roll of its head and settles once more. The boy wonders what it must be thinking.

His dark coat offers him protection, leaves him hidden and disguised in the shadows, he draws in a breath the first in a long time. The bird caws at him, breaks the silence and it sounds like a thousand earthquakes. Crowe's ears flick suddenly forward and he moves with a fluidity unmatched, a dragon uncoiling and lunging from its cavernous home. His mouth is wide, fangs glinting in the sun's dying light as he breaks form the shadow.

There is a moment where time stops, the bird has flapped her mighty wings to find solace in the sky, yet she hangs suspended. He is on his paws, fore legs raised from the ground as he lunges upward. They hang there for a terrifying moment as time races forward to catch up, as the death mask sets itself forever on her small emotionless face.

Crowe's fangs find their mark, they close around blackened feathers, turn them crimson with the bird's blood. His head jerks left and right, worrying the body. It cries out, sends the others flying from trees to the relative safety of the world above. A world he cannot reach. A second bite is more than simply a hold, he breaks the fragile bones and punctures organs, her blood turns the small section of white on his muzzle to red.

Once more the boy is seated, body tense and eyes locked on the form of a large black bird. He watches as it swoops down to the corpse lying in the snow, three more join it and tear at the body. The eyes are swallowed whole, the liver is fought over. He wonders how many he can kill before they reach the sky.