Most of you know by now, the history of the Black Clan. However, there is also the other side of the story, the dark sided past that has gone untold. I am giving the opportunity to give you, the players of Alacritis, the chance to become part of the history.

As you know(or may not know), Lunatik was first born Son to Deviant and Mystic. For four years he lived in the Clan, his power hungry ego never satiated, and simply being heir was not enough. One night in cold blood, the monster unleashed his hatred and fury upon the Clan, bringing in a band of rogues to destroy everything and everyone they could. From puppies to elders, they slaughtered and created a massacre the likes of which the Clan had never seen. Lunatik himself fought against his parents, killing his Mother. The Clan fled with those they could gather, fleeing every which way.

Now, Lunatik and his loyal band of Miscreants are on the move, searching for more to destroy, others to kill and torture, seeking to destroy the peace and ways of life that is Alacritia. They will seek to bring down packs, be it by death or disbandment. Picking off members one by one, corrupting, raping, killing, maiming, anything that would hurt and/or destroy or cause harm to someone or those closest to them. That, is what they live for. They are loyal to him, as they see him as the true and powerful leader after that mass slaughter.

Lunatik himself, seeks to slaughter the remaining members of the Clan...and will stop at nothing to harm them, or those who are close to them. He is on his way to Alacritia, leading his band that has become a family of sorts. Together, they seek to dominate.

The Miscreants
The Miscreants are a band of scarred giants, all ranging from 23-42" in height. They seek the thrill of the hunt, their prey being other wolves. They love to torture, to taste blood upon their tongues, to fight and destroy the bodies of those they encounter. They are merciless, and although they have minds of their own, they will follow and obey Lunatik without question. They are loyal to him, and he is loyal to them. Several of them are psychotic, having some kind of psychopathic pleasure or sadistic mindset. They love to see the suffering of others, and are always quick of wit, and strong of body. They are battle ready warriors, not a nice heart among them.

Characteristics
1. May range in height, although the larger ones in height are more favored by Lunatik.
2. Alignments must range from Chaotic Neutral, Lawful Evil, Neutral Evil, & Chaotic Evil.
3. These are not nice wolves. They are meant to be completely evil, and might run the risk of being killed with the actions they bring to Alacritis; be prepared.
4. You may do what you want with them, however, please do not bring them to inactivity.
5. They are not to turn their backs on Lunatik, they have followed him since before the Massacre, and will continue to do so.
6. They are known to maim, fight, kill, rape, kidnap, enslave, etc. If you cannot deal with either of those things, please refrain from applying.
7. Have fun unleashing Hell upon Alacritia >:3
8. They may range in age, the younger ones will have been brought in as recruits from older ones. Plan accordingly.

I will make designs for you to use, however, feel free to use your own. There are no restrictions to designs as they are not of the Black Clan. Just rogues that had been recruited by Lunatik. So you have complete control over coat design. If you would like them to be traitorous members of the Black Clan, contact me.

Designs
Notes: Design 3 & 4; Siblings.

-Design 1
-Design 2
-Design 3
-Design 4

Name: Sri Simin Karulaan.
Age: Four years.
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Appearance: (WIP) Small, built for speed and silence. All black with amber eyes. Very slender.
Personality: (WIP) Always smiling. Flirty. Observant. Sly. Professional assassin. Creative.
Extras: By "professional assassin" I mean Sri literally kills other wolves for currency. In her case, currency depends on what she needs at the time. Rare herbs, food, even a place to stay for the night.
Roleplay Sample: (WIP)

Disregard the first post.

Name: Sri Simin.
Age: 4 years.
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Appearance:
HEIGHT: 26"
WEIGHT: 70lbs.

Sri Simin is a seductress. The Goddess of misery and pain must have taken a liking to this girl as a pup, for she was given quite a lovely physique. Sri is kept fit, with a natural female canine curve at her hips. What the lady lacks in muscle, she easily makes up for in her agility, in her cunning. Sri is a small creature, certainly smaller than most, though she has thick, sturdy legs, giving her aid in moving quickly. Her light frame allows her to easily dodge serious blows, though she certainly prefers to do her misdeeds in the dark.

Sri Simin's coat is coal black, with very little interruptions, aside from the natural, dark grey highlights. Her jet-black fur is long, though the fur does not fluff out, and many strands possess gentle waves. Her fur is soft, kept groomed and free of any painful - not to mention cumbersome - matting or tangles. With eyes of deep, dark amber, Sri blends perfectly in with the shadows. A perfect place for an assassin to reside.
Personality:
CHEERFUL
Sri Simin walks with a bounce in her step, a tune humming in her brilliant mind. She is rarely seen without a grin, and if you see her looking unhappy, you should turn around. Sri Simin is not necessarily "aggressive" - quite the opposite. In fact, the girl adores the company of others, and has quite a good time giggling with other girls, sharing stories. However, it is - or should be - clear that her cheery nature does not hold the same air that a more light-hearted wolf's cheery nature might. Sri Simin may grin, and never speak. She speaks only when she wants to, only when she deems it important enough for her to speak.

FLIRTATIOUS
As mentioned before, Sri Simin is a seductress. She enjoys the "mature" company of others, be it male or female, one or more. Even when she is not looking for some rough-and-tumble fun, the midnight temptress may still sing a tune of lust, may still touch, giggle, and bat her eyelashes. Sri Simin is a master at gently swinging her hips, touching just her tail to another in an almost sweet caress. That is, if she sees she can get her way by doing so. Generally, Sri's flirts are mild, with a wink here and a suggestive lick of her ebony lips there.

OBSERVANT
Nothing gets past her vision, slides by her sharp ears, or escapes her twitching nose. Sri Simin takes notice of everything around her, using everything as valuable information. While she appears cool, loose, and a little psychotic on the outside, she is all brain, all thought, all seriousness on the inside. Okay, so she's not exactly 'serious' unless the time calls for it, but she doesn't allow information to skate by her. This is not something that came easy to her, but she trained herself to focus on sights, smells, sounds; to never forget what certain plants smell like, what certain animals sound or look like. One never knows when she must flee, or when she can dine.

CREATIVE
Because of her information gathering skills, she has come to be quite an out-of-the-box thinker. If given a normal life, the black Goddess may have even become a highly imaginative strategist - and in truth, she would make a marvelous strategist in any pack. However, her current strategies often involve the silent, swift death of other wolves. Sri Simin doesn't like to kill anyone the same way twice in one month, and even less in one week. She adores the creativity that can come with assassinations, and always enjoys finding new ways to kill without actually having to confront her victim.

PROFESSIONAL ASSASSIN
As a small wolf, Sri isn't much of a hunter. Her senses are perfectly tuned, her reaction times are flawless, and her muscles show just how fit the lady keeps herself. But she can rarely take down enough food to keep herself full. Growing up in a pack of trained killers, killing has always been one thing that Sri was good at, despite her small stature. When she set off on her own, she discovered that there were many a wolf who held grudges, or who felt the harsh pain of rejection. These wolves wanted revenge, but were too soft to get their paws dirty. Sri Simin is not afraid of the blood on her paws, and she is not afraid to get more on them - even if her victim's blood never actually touches her. Sri, generally, only asks for food or rare herbs in return, though if she's feeling lonely - remember, she is a social butterfly - she may request a place to sleep surrounded by others.
Extras: Nopes.
Roleplay Sample: (from Xae)
He was officially accepted as an Abaven member, though perhaps hesitantly after he was discovered to be... what had Harmony called it? Checking her out. Harmony was Bass's sister, and Xae, in only one moment - just one! - of stupidity, he'd been stunned by the Vor's, well, stunning appearance. Even now, as Xae nimbly picked his way across Abaven's lands at a fast-paced trot, he had to force the pretty fae's beautiful, two-toned eyes out of his mind. Parting his midnight-coated jaws, the yearling expelled an exasperated sigh. What was wrong with him? He'd hardly even spoken to the girl, and already she was uncomfortable around him. This had never happened to Xae before... Though, perhaps that was due to the fact that he hadn't really ever met any other females aside from the ones in his family. Xae nodded his dark russet skull decisively. That was it. It was because she was new. What about the darker female? I did not act like such a fool- The wolf growled at himself, shaking his head harshly at himself. It was because she was new to him. That was that.

When Xae finally 'woke up' from his silent mental problems, he realized that he had long since passed the scent borders of Abaven. He paused, lifting his wet, jet-black nose into the air and taking in several sniffs. He could smell no other borders, no other packs. Satisfied that he had not crossed into the border of another pack's territory, he turned his head, craning his neck to peer behind him in the direction he'd come from. It certainly hadn't felt like that long of a walk. He was still so used to roaming areas as a loner. Xae turned his grey gaze forward and once again set out, content to continue moving until it was time to return home. As long as he remembered to keep close to Abaven.