We have two handsome boys up for readoption! For those of you that don't know, Vitus and Archelus were from Athena and Vereux's only litter. Athena and Amalia were married and Amalia adopted the boys and they were raised for pretty much their whole lives with just their two mothers. Vereux hasn't been a major part in their lives since the boys moved to Fiori with Athena and Amalia, but they're all on fairly good terms now. The boys are a year old and born in the fall.

I have been playing Athena for a long time now and she's still one of my favorite characters to play. She loves her sons very much and gave up everything for them and Amalia so I really want them all to be active so we can all enjoy the feels and awesomeness they have in their adorable little family! Not to mention Amalia is about the cutest thing on four legs so you'll get to enjoy Momma Ama, as Tiburtius likes to call her, too.

Because they have both been played a fair amount I would like to keep their personalities and appearances at least similar to how they are now.

Vitus

Current personality and a few little facts!: "Vitus is a shadow among his family, the silence in the madness. At the start of his life it was believed the child could not speak, his vocal cords ceased to develop and work. He neither whined nor growled, nor made a sound even as he grows. It is not until he enters his early teenhood that he would speak, though in very few words and with difficulty. His actions are subtle, the flick of emotion over his face almost indistiguishable. It is silence that is his friend, and the shadows that hide him untill he matures into adulthood. Yet, he is not alone, nor is he a loner. The boy loves and he trusts those he loves almost to a fault. When he chooses someone to enter into his life and his heart entirely he lays himself out to them. Loyalty is everything to him, and he is blinded by it. His life belongs to those he is loyal too, and he will lay it on the line to protect them, be it family, pack, friends or love. And yet he desires for no recognition. Infact, he shies away from it. Shies from compliments, from words of affection, unless it is something he needs and only from those really close to him. It is as if he is fearful to accept them as truths, because good words hurt more than fangs when they are proven false. No, actions speak louder, and he would rather a loyal companion at his side than a few good words. And yet, true to his family name, he is a friend of anger. As a child, his anger flows through him in silent actions, in fights with his family and animals that are not fast enough to flee from him. But as he grows, he learns to channel it, to funnel it into his limbs, his muscles and his reflexes. He uses his malic to become his might, and often times it floods his brain. He fights as easily as he breathes, and he becomes restless when he doesn't. As he matures, he takes a hero's mantle, using his might and his power to protect those he loves, and because his heart and his life belongs to those chosen few, he is quick to rush in. Strong, capable, but blinded by love and trust and all those things that control him. A dreamer's hero.

Due to the incest, Vitus has undeveloped vocal cords, that when used creates a scratching in his throat, and the words are hard to come out in their full form. Sometimes if he talks too much his throat tastes like blood due to the sratching. However, this could easily have healed a bit throughout his adulthood if chosen."

Archelaus

Current personality: "Though his early days were quite the mess, his mother having recently stepped down from her rank and father having ran away from everything Archelaus has still retained quite the sense of pride. It simply must be within his genes to have an ego for some part of him certainly still retains a prince-like glory in his proud demeanour. He is Archelaus Armada and he is great. A little bit of family pride of course didn't hurt anyone, the problem arises by the simple fact that he is content to simply ride around on his family's coat tails, no ambitions to extend the legacy himself. Of course he is young, there is plenty of time to develop any goals but he is rather lazy. He has no aspirations to grow up and participate in all the big-boy jobs, no desires to develop excellence in any skill he is content simply to be him. Again perhaps this wouldn't be such a big problem without that ego, as an Armada is practice really necessary, aren't they just born brilliant? This boy certainly has a lot to learn. Though he is somewhat lacking male role models within his life, the boy has somehow acquired a certain viewpoint on what a man should be and aspires to live up to that. It means he's not exactly keen on emotional rubbish and struggles to cope with them. It's not only his own emotions, which is bottles up but if others are upset around him, he finds himself rather unsure on how he is meant to comfort them."

Form to apply for one of these boys:

Code:

<b>Name:</b>
<b>Any changes:</b>Any changes to the current appearance or personality?
<b>Appearance:</b> 100 word minimum. Reword if keeping the same.
<b>Personality:</b> 150 word minimum. Reword if keeping the same.
<b>RP sample:</b> At least a couple paragraphs so I can get a feel of how you would play them.

-bribs with art-
There is the banner of the boys below in Ama's siggy. I know that I would really like the designs to stay the same cause I spent some good monies on that. D:
I know that there is some stuff I made for them, lemme dig it up...



Oops that's all I can find. xD

Vitti comes with his two tables here >_0 (i thought I had more)
and all his past threads are also listed if you wanted to see them
Here

Name: Vitus Armada Any changes: N/A Appearance: Vitus does not stand as tall as his siblings may, but he reaches a tall height all the same. Standing at a large thirty six inches, his body is covered in covert muscles. Displaying that of a strong male, even as he was younger. His chest especially giving off a dominant glow, even if he keeps himself at a lower state wanting to sink further into the shadows to avoid any attention. His coat is basely covered in a deep slate blue color like many of his siblings. That of which is broken up by a ashen gray of his throat leading down to his stomach. This same ashen gray tipping his tail and paws, but what also is interesting is how is covers his face. Starting from the bridge of his nose, it dips underneath his eyes in a under-mask like pattern. With a single splash of this right above his eyes, giving small eyebrow dots to his body. His eyes spark an interesting mark to them. Being green at the most, but with a circle of red just around the pupil for bi-colored eyes. Personality: Vitus is the kind of boy who blends into the backdrop, a true wallflower. While others will be out to play, he would rather stay inside on a sunny day or be out on his own. Thought to have no voice at all when a pup, he will thought to be unable to speak correctly throughout his lifetime. Vocal chords fused and growing awkwardly due to his incestuous heritage.  Reoccurring in his head, he is a shy boy would tends to dislike confrontation. Yet he is cursed with something that calls to him, a feeling that will forever tug at him to the back of his head. Loyalty, it sticks to him like an unforgettable pain. This loyalty runs deep within him, to skip and a jump at those he trusts with their every word. It may be one day that it leads to his only demise, but to gain his loyalty is rare because of how wary he is. When it comes to compliments however, he shies away from them. Disliking the kind words of praise, unless coming from those close to him. Emotionally delicate words spoken that are untrue can hurt far more than any fang across his fur as he will come to realize. Though, actions will speak louder than words. He would rather have the physical body of a companion than their word or reasons behind their disappearance. Though, as any other Armada may feel Vitus has an uncontrollable anger inside of him. Temper that raises up, though only just learning how to use it like he breaths. In order to protect the things dear to him, fighting comes naturally with tooth and claw. As he grows older, he will come to know that protecting the things he loves will be his mantle piece and place in life. A hero in his own sense, no matter what happens to him. RP sample: It wasn't like many things went over his mind at times like this. He did think of many things, especially the troubles he had grasping his own emotions as well as everyone else's. At times, he wondered what his family really thought of him. When he was alone, which he was often, he wanted to train to become stronger. These were the things that crossed through his head as Vitus looked at his reflection in the waters of the hot springs. His bi-colored eyes would search over his features, debating life and where he stood in all of this. Only to raise his head when his ears picked up the chirping of a bird in the tree's. Twitching to the source of the noise, what did it feel like to have fully functional vocal chords? The young boy would shake his head of the thoughts, now he was growing restless. He wanted to search for one of his family members, perhaps they would be around. His mama Amalia or even brother Bacchus. Having his paws carry him away from the springs and deeper into the vegetation as he sniffed out the air. He had grown fairly accustomed to sniffing them out, and hopefully one day he'd be able to call for them properly but he wasn't even sure if he wanted to speak. Silence felt alright as well. Vitus stopped himself when he came near the scent of Bacchus, it was stale of course though. Probably his brother had since moved on, and thus it killed the moment of hoping for some companionship from his sibling. He wouldn't stop looking though, he would continue on until he found him. What he would do after that, he was unsure and hadn't thought about it quiet yet. All he knew was that he felt like being around someone he was close to. "Burn Baby Burn"

Archie has a few tables and all his threads linked in his postlog.

Name: Archelaus Armada Any changes: Nope Appearance: 100 word minimum. Reword if keeping the same. Personality: 150 word minimum. Reword if keeping the same. RP sample: At least a couple paragraphs so I can get a feel of how you would play them. "Speech"

Name: Andyyyy

Any changes: Appearance will pretty much stay the same except the off white of his underside will slowly turn silver as he ages. His personality will vastly stay the same, with the exception of any developments that may occur when played. A big change I intend to implement is buying him a badass companion to do his speaking for him :3

Appearance: Though his size does not fall on either extreme end of the spectrum of large and small, Vitus finds himself settled somewhere in the third nearest the large end. He is built strong, lined with muscle in every available spot on his skeleton. He carries his weight well, and appears to be an average sized fellow with just a little bit of room to grow. His exterior is painted vastly in deep, deep blue, dark enough to be considered black when light is unavailable, but light enough to clearly be seen as blue when illuminated properly. This pigmentation is much like the ocean in the late evening, varying darknesses depending upon the amount of light available. The only deviations from the color of the sea at night is the off white that is slowly turning silver as he ages. This light contrast is strewn across the entirety of his chest, stomach, paws up to the ankle, the end of his tail, and the width and breadth of his brow bone. Another deviation is the darkened shade that is nearly black along the points of his ears. His eyes are a deep, blood red ringed with emerald.

Personality: Picture a knight in shining armor. Picture a man standing in bright, silver armor ready to defend, honor, and serve. Picture that man smiling, beaming from ear to ear as women, children, and civilians praise him and write songs of his victories. That man has very, very little in common with Vitus Armada. True, Vitus lives to honor, serve, and protect those he is loyal to. In fact, he is so blindly loyal that he lives for little more than this. However, Vitus is the epitome of humility, which is why he voluntarily shrinks away from the praise and honor that comes with being a loyal servant. Kind words are lost on Vitus, and he often denies their very existence. Praises and adoration are not something he is comfortable with, and not something that he accepts under any circumstances. Vitus lives for actions, both giving them and receiving them. He is a physical being, often displaying affection through physical means versus verbal means. In the same way, he is more easily touched by physical connections than words of affirmation. If you want to tell him something, show him instead. Let him feel it. This being said, Vitus feels very passionately most of the time - anger being a feeling that dominates most of his being. He is driven by anger, and it builds up in him like a pressure valve. He must occasionally release this pressure through some sort of physicality, being a fight or killing/torturing anything small enough and slow enough to fall victim to his teeth and claws. When hunting, Vitus has been known to be rather torturous and sadistic before finally killing his victims. On a final note, Vitus is nearly mute (voluntarily so) and only rarely communicates with anything but guttural sounds anymore due to words causing him intense pain. When words are necessary, his companion Carlisle often speaks for him.

RP sample: ooc; playing him currently with a Barn Owl companion named Carlisle (this is subject to change).

He woke up early, far before the dawn. He had been an early riser for as long as he could remember. Fortunately, so had Carlisle. The wise owl had not been with him long, but already he was proving himself to be an excellent companion. He was a ghostly looking creature, and when he'd appeared Vitus hadn't been certain of how much he wanted the bird to stick around. Still, when the creature began speaking on the wolf's behalf Vitus had realized how symbiotic their relationship could be. It pained him to speak, and not having to do so was a blessing he wasn't sure he deserved - but would gladly accept. The horizon glowed a very pale, gentle orange as he exited the den and noted that Carlisle was already fluttering at the top of a nearby tree - rousing to join Vitus on whatever adventure today brought.

Vitus had already decided that today definitely required a hunt. Crimson and emerald eyes flickered to the bird and met the avian's dark gaze. Carlisle offered a simple query, "Food?" and the wolf nodded in response. In a burst of feathers and eagerness, the owl departed and went looking for prey, Vitus following close behind with a smooth lope. It still amazed him how silently the bird managed to fly, and Vitus often found himself trying desperately to quell the sounds of his own footsteps. He longed to be more like Carlisle, to move silently and fluidly. In his training he had worked on silencing his movements, and thus far he had slowly been improving. He knew he would never be as stealthy as the bird, but it was a goal worth working toward - at least.

There was a single hoot, Carlisle's alert that prey had been sighted. Had it been repeated Vitus would know a wolf was in the area. Silently the yearling moved into the shadows that the low sun hadn't dissolved yet, eyes searching for Carlisle who was likely circling the prey or hinting toward its location. Finally, he saw the flutter of feathers and began to move again, slinking through the shadows toward the prey he'd now identified as a hare. He knew that on the off chance he botched this kill Carlisle would be right there to catch it. The owl was big enough to snag a hare on his own - but he was smart enough to let Vitus have a little fun. In a burst of speed, energy, and adrenaline, Vitus darted around a nearby tree, hoping to catch the hare off guard and annihilate it. He succeeded in the first part of his mission, as the hare had had no clue the wolf was lurking so nearby. Vitus' front paw snaked out like a cat and sought to swipe the legs out from beneath the hare. He did. The creature balked and squealed (Vitus hadn't known that hares could squeal) as it rolled onto its back and subsequently onto its other side while trying to protect its belly. Youthfully white fangs steeled forth to snap shut on the hare's left hind leg, and there came a satisfying crunch and a trickle of blood. He purposely released the creature to watch it attempt to hobble away from him. Vitus crawled after the hare, watching it leave a blood trail as it desperately tried to escape. The smallest of smiles creeped across his face as he crawled after his prey like a child, jaws reaching forward once more to break the remaining hind limb and leave the hare immobile save for the few inches it managed to pull itself with its front legs only. He circled his prey, noting the frantic look in its eye as it realized it was about to die. Finally, after what probably seemed like hours to the frightened and pained creature, Vitus took it by the scruff and shook once, twice with all his might. The hare hung limp in his jaws, neck broken in some awkward angle. At last, he dropped the hare in its own blood and let loose a simple 'oof' from his lips to invite Carlisle to the meal.

Archelaus Armada

{ thirty-nine inches }  ~  { one hundred seventy pounds }
Archie will be the same in personality, but he will have one slight changes in his appearance.  His undersides will be a little lighter.  Just solid grey wolves annoy me. :P  It isn't a drastic change, and matches the Mama Ama signature perfectly!  I'm Lucy, by the way.  XP

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Creeping off toward adulthood, the yearling has reached the apex of his height, a solid thirty-nine inches at his shoulders.  Little of this height consists of legs, but pure bulk iconic for the Armada lineage.  Strong and hard coiled muscle is bound about supple limbs.  Such power is hidden by swirling locks inherited by a family who once flourished in the harsh northern wilds.  Archie's fur is a cloak that covers all of his body in a lucious coat.  Thicker and coarser bits of fur appear laced about his neck, cheeks, and a bushy tail.  His neck supports a thick ruff, covering part of his broad chest.  Behind the Armada prince, a silvery plume sways behind him.  It is slightly longer than that of a normal wolf, as well as sporting extra fluff to keep his muzzle toasty and warm in the cold of winter.

It seems the lupe has inherited his mother's coloration, for the most notable color is a stormy base.  It is even across his whole bodice, with natural smears of darker shades.  It seems his first color take after that of a desaturated timber wolf.  On his belly and upon his chest, his base lightens to a soft silvery color, barely noticeable unless in bright lights.  Next, some more familiar colors come into play.  A slate blue like his father's colors the muzzle of the boy in whole, forever tracing the lines of his mouth.  It slides up his face in a small stripe, where it ends just between bright eyes.  The front paws and back right of the canine is dipped in the same slate color, just covering each digit.  The remaining toes are dipped in a bright white color, a striking difference compared to his other feet.  The most striking and astonishing feature about Archelaus is his eyes, a brilliant carmine hue.

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Since ascending to a year old, Archie has discovered a few ways to be vaguely humble about his lineage, yet he is still quite oblivious to their lack of greatness nowadays.  Vaguely humble.  The stormy brute still carries himself quite high and stands tall and mighty — gait pompous, head held high, and tail never between his legs — to let everyone know who he is.  Yet, he tends to just plop his butt right down on another and ride around on them.  He didn't seem to be too interested in spreading the Armada's legacy further as a pup, but he's gotten to be a little bit less lazy... not to say he isn't now.  Perhaps proper motivation will stir some change in the otherwise neutral fellow.

One of Archie's biggest and recurring issues is his ego.  It is massive and indisputable, unable to be bruised by insults or failure.  He literally keeps trying, and he seems to have a bit of a god complex due to it.  He is an Armada, and he is perfect.  That is all he knows.  He doesn't think he needs lessons or to learn.  He's already got it all in his blood and in his heart!

There's a slightly good part of him, one that he has gained from the influence of Mama Amalia.  He is a little close-minded, but once some gain his trust and respect { usually via joining his pack or knowing his mothers, } he can be a sweet and protective fellow, able to somewhat show that he cares.  He's found a way to make do with being kind to those who are youthful or those who are elderly, and make do with being in about the middle of the dogpile.  Who needs to be a king when there's people that are better for that job?  Yes, even Archie would admit he isn't fit to be king, and probably never would jump at the chance to be one.  Besides, what good is an awkward yearling that doesn't even know what to do with other's emotions, or even his?  He just bottles it all up and tries to toss said bottle away, but that doesn't always work. does it?

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I used Andy's app of Vitus in this post, just letting you know so it makes sense.  <3
Sighing deeply, Archelaus wandered through the mangrove, tripping on a few gnarled branches in the voyage across the land of Fiori.  It may have been winter, but around here, it never felt like it.  It was warm all the time, and the Armada was left to suffer from a constant genetic trait in his family... long fur specialized to keep warm up north in the cold.  It was just swampy and gross, with big and ugly alligators that would sometimes chase after unsuspecting wolves... especially at night when the mangroves were most beautiful.  How could anyone live amongst all this muck and mire, despite the beauty of the waters at night and the shelter of many trees?

The silvery brute turned his head to the right of the rising sun, gazing off toward the north.  How he missed the cold of the north... the feeling of snow reaching up to his elbows as a pup.  He could probably easily step over it now, but he wanted to be a boy again.  So gullible and naive... blindly following along with whatever happened.  When Bevroren was still a living legend and the Armadas still were together.  Since then, the whole family had collapsed and scattered.  Were they afraid now that they had no home?  Were they living in fear of what would happen now that Grandpa had passed?  He'd always heard Grandpa Isardis was a living legend and force to be reckoned with.  But now he was gone, losing his life to a sickness called cancer.  Whatever it had been, it had been enough to kill one of Alacritia's legends!  Hopefully he never got cancer.  So wonderfully naive.

Tilting his head at the sound of another approaching, carmine eyes peered through the dawning light of pinks and reds.  In the distance, his smaller brother approached... Vitus.  "Vitus!" he'd yip in happiness, tripping over a gnarled root to get to his kin.  The dark boy simply looked up to him with a hung head, raising one brow silently.  "Hi?"  The silvery brute awkwardly looked about.  He never really knew how to talk to a mute... but Vitty wasn't mute.  He had heard him speak before.  It just made his throat hurt and it was painful.  His companion seemed to be nowhere to be found, and that alone kind of scared him.  The bird always was with him...  "It's winter... but it still is so hot!  We shouldn't be down here!  We should be in our homeland, up in the north!  In the snow!"  Smiling softly, the Armada nodded vigorously and crept toward his brethren, who simply replied in a strained word, "Home... land?"  Carmine eyes blinked and Archie nodded.  "Yeah.  We can try to bring Mommy and Mama Ama and Tibby and Baccy, too.  It's where we really belong."  Once a delinquent, always a delinquent.

Eve and I have decided to give Vitus to Andy!! Congrats ^^ I can't wait to thread with you

We want to see some more apps for Archy before we decide on him so keep them coming!

Omg, so exciting!! Thanks you guys!

Bump bump bump! Archy still needs a player <3