OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! I saw that video and I loved it! I was wondering what it was totally for, and now I know! I would like to join~
I hope you don't mind If I use your RP Sample base. :3
<NAME>
Myrr
<GENDER>
Female (She-wolf)
<AGE>
2 Years Old
<DESIRED RANK>
Lone Wolf
<DESIRED PACK>
None for now.
<PICTURE>
Credit goes to my sis BloodLadenWolf on deviantART.
<HISTORY>
Myrr was born first in a litter of two, her sister was grey-ish with a tint of brown, Like her mother, and Myrr was of course black, like her father. Her Mother called her sister Cali and called Myrr Nishir. The pups grey up an ordinary life in her pack, Even though they had an unusual connection with each other, Like they knew what they where feeling. Once she was older, both Cali and Nishir were excepted as major hunters of the pack, and when together, they could bring down any thing! It was when she was only one and a half years old when disaster struck. Nishir was called to go on a hunt for the rabbits at the south end of their territory by herself. All was well and she went without complaint. When she got there she could hear something in the distance, Like low howling. She didn't mind it, seeing it was maybe a watched howling his report, But the howl was joined by more and more howls, then snarls, and then yelps and barks of pain. Where they being attacked? Nishir, at the time couldn't do anything but to run to the attack, hoping they would be able to win, But she misunderstood what was happening. She looked into the camp in horror as the sight. Pack members where attacking other pack members, a white foam dripping from most of their maws. Blood and patches of fur and flesh were flying in the air. And in her sight, staring at her, was Cali. Her blood was dripping out of many major wounds, and her eyes were wild, locking on Nishir like she was the prey. Nishir didn't move an inch, she couldn't in that matter, She was frozen in shock and she couldn't understand what was happening. Cali leapt at her, with her throthing maw agape to take a vicious bite, but it never happened. Cali's eyes pulled in the back of her head as she fell right in front of Nishir, dyeing right in front of her eyes. Nishir couldn't take that moment as she knew her own sister was dead. Nishir fled far away from her old packs territory into the unknown. She recalled herself Myrr, Which meant "The Forgotten One" in the wolf language.
<PERSONALITY>
Myrr is a silent and mysterious wolf, liking to keep to herself. If you are able to make her your friend, she is a kind, loyal, determined, and would risk her life for you. She is shy to most wolves that approach her, and will often go and blend in with the shadows to get away from you. She doesn't care to fight but if she is needed, she can give you some nasty wounds to think about.
<FORUM USERNAME>
Cayla
<IN-GAME USERNAME>
Iceshard
<MATE>
None
<OFFSPRING>
None
<ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE>
Myrr ventured deep into the mountainous forest, her black pelt dappled with the glow of moonlight shining through the thick canopy above. She liked it when it was night, it always was silent, mysterious, and somehow peaceful in her eyes. Without notice she padded into a small clearing, the full moon making every inch of it shine like the many stars that dotted the blackened sky above. She plopped down on the soft blades of grass and gazed upon the twinkling specks of light. "Are you up there, my dear Cali?" She whimpered, and then closed her eyes and sighed. "I hope you are....." She curled up into a neat ball, her soft banner over her nose as she dove into a light sleep.
