Feral Heart

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Raven



Age: 3 1/2
Gender: Female
Mate: N/A
Personality: Raven is... Despite her looks, she's quite submissive and overly shy. She doesn't enjoy fighting, and these qualities probably SHOULD have made her omega, but she's not. It takes someone with a lot of patience to get her to open up, and she won't do that for many, but once she does she can be a great friend. She's very level-headed, and it's often that her close friends will come to her for advice.
On a physical note- explaining why she isn't omega- her small, very slim build makes it easy for her to catch smaller prey and kill it quickly. Due to vigorous self-training and the urge to make something of herself, she has unusually high stamina. Because of this, she can run at high speeds for quite a while, making it easy for her to run bigger prey down until it's too tired to run from the actual hunting group. Once said 'large prey' becomes tired, she'll back down and let the bigger wolves deliver the final blow. She doesn't enjoy killing, no matter what it is. Even if it's just a pitiful squirrel, she has to constantly remind herself that when hunting it's for the pack, and its death was not wasted. One of her personal rituals is, just before it dies, she gets down to eye-level with her prey and lets it know its death was not in vain. Some think she's a bit whacky because of her self-proclaimed connection with other animals, but it's the fact that she DOES have this connection that keeps her going.
In-Game Username: KuririLove
Forum Username: Kuriri
Time Zone: Alaska Standard Time; -9 Hours
Roleplay Sample: I whimpered and hid my face under my mane as I hastily made my way through the clearing. I didn't much enjoy being around... others. I knew them all quite well, but I knew some a bit more than others. It's not that I didn't like them, it's just... Not many of them like me.
I weaved my way through the crowd, ducking and whimpering every time this wolf or that wolf stepped on me or bumped into me. Those were accidents of course, but... Some of the pain I received wasn't an accident...
I had almost made it to my goal, when I felt a sudden surge of pain spiral throughout my body and I felt myself on the ground in an instant.
"Raven, watch where you're going to worthless cur!" Roared a male wolf. Apparently I had bumped into him, or maybe he was having a bad day and needed someone to pick on, but nonetheless he began growling inwardly, shoving me to the side. I yelped, drawing attention to myself as I doubled over and was flung to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud, breathing heavily and mentally willing the pain away as it ebbed and slowly faded. All around me eyes narrowed, scowls formed, and whispers were passed from canine to canine.
"She's so worthless!"
"She should have been omega.."
"I know, right!? She's so weak!"
"It's her hunting skills... that's the only reason she isn't at the bottom where she should be."
"Have you seen her!? She talks to her prey as if they understand her, and her them. She's nuts!"
Eventually I stopped listening, flattening my ears and opening my eyes slowly. I sobbed, and, forcing myself to stand, I burst through the crowd, shoving everywolf aside. I ignored any growls, yelps, or verbal complaints. Negativity would have only made it worse. I slowed to a halt and pushed through the bracken into the healer's den, seeking out one of my very few, dear friends. I had meant to go there anyways, but... Now I had more than one reason.


Honestly, I won't be picky about what rank you give her. o-o' I'd prefer Shamen because I actually study how to be a 'medicine cat' (I read the Warriors series; I have a list of wild plants and what they do.) so it would kind of come in handy, but she's also good for hunting, as it mentions in her application so.. Your decision I guess. o-o'

EDIT; *sigh* I forgot to put the code in... Really, I'm too tired to remake this. For some reason when I want to modify my posts it comes up blank, so I'll give you the link for the picture and maybe you could do the code please...? ><' I'm sorry, it's just that I just woke up. It's like 5am and I'm quite lazy in the mornings. o-o'

Picture link; http://i55BannedImageSite/14e8jr4.jpg

I'll join. x] I'd like to be in the pack once you make it, hunter if possible. C:

In my role-play sample I'll be role-playing in First Person, if that's okay. I need to get used to writing in First-Person for a potential book that I may start writing once I get used to writing in First Person. I'm alright in Third Person, so I won't bother with that for now, but what I really need to practice is staying in First Person. I tend to drift from First Person to Third Person mid-sentence because that's what I'm so used to writing in Third... I gotta quit that. ;XD

If you want a bigger picture of Raven, which is the same but with more detail, you can go here... Make sure to click on the image... C: http://winged-kitten.deviantart.com/#/d3ktsnq

Roleplay Sample: I whimpered and hid my face under my mane as I hastily made my way through the clearing. I didn't much enjoy being around... others. I knew them all quite well, but I knew some a bit more than others. It's not that I didn't like them, it's just... Not many of them like me.
I weaved my way through the crowd, ducking and whimpering every time this wolf or that wolf stepped on me or bumped into me. Those were accidents of course, but... Some of the pain I received wasn't an accident...
I had almost made it to my goal, when I felt a sudden surge of pain spiral throughout my body and I felt myself on the ground in an instant.
"Raven, watch where you're going to worthless cur!" Roared a male wolf. Apparently I had bumped into him, or maybe he was having a bad day and needed someone to pick on, but nonetheless he began growling inwardly, shoving me to the side. I yelped, drawing attention to myself as I doubled over and was flung to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud, breathing heavily and mentally willing the pain away as it ebbed and slowly faded. All around me eyes narrowed, scowls formed, and whispers were passed from canine to canine.
"She's so worthless!"
"She should have been omega.."
"I know, right!? She's so weak!"
"It's her hunting skills... that's the only reason she isn't at the bottom where she should be."
"Have you seen her!? She talks to her prey as if they understand her, and her them. She's nuts!"
Eventually I stopped listening, flattening my ears and opening my eyes slowly. I sobbed, and, forcing myself to stand, I burst through the crowd, shoving everywolf aside. I ignored any growls, yelps, or verbal complaints. Negativity would have only made it worse. I slowed to a halt and pushed through the bracken into the healer's den, seeking out one of my very few, dear friends. I had meant to go there anyways, but... Now I had more than one reason.

Allllright... C: After spending over 2 hours on this application I believe I'm finally satisfied. X_x

Erm... Constructive Criticism is encouraged and welcomed.. C: Let me know if the... um... 'fellow pack-members' attitudes were too far OOC. I thought it might have been, but.. It is just an example... XD

Haha, here's the code. C: I do so hope you create the pack soon, I could use a good RP group... There aren't enough literate role-players out there. </3

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[left][color=#062600][b][size=12pt]Age:[/size][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]3 1/2 Years[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Gender:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]Female[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Mate:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]No mate, but she's looking.[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Personality:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]Raven is... Despite her looks, she's quite submissive and overly shy. She doesn't enjoy fighting, and these qualities probably SHOULD have made her omega, but she's not. It takes someone with a lot of patience to get her to open up, and she won't do that for many, but once she does she can be a great friend. She's very level-headed, and it's often that her close friends will come to her for advice.
On a physical note- explaining why she [i]isn't[/i] omega- her small, very [b]slim[/b] build makes it easy for her to catch smaller prey and kill it quickly. Due to vigorous self-training and the urge to make something of herself, she has unusually high stamina. Because of this, she can run at high speeds for quite a while, making it easy for her to run bigger prey down until it's too tired to run from the actual hunting group. Once said 'large prey' becomes tired, she'll back down and let the bigger wolves deliver the final blow. She doesn't enjoy killing, no matter what it is. Even if it's just a pitiful squirrel, she has to constantly remind herself that when hunting it's for the pack, and its death was not wasted. One of her personal rituals is, just before it dies, she gets down to eye-level with her prey and lets it know its death was not in vain. Some think she's a bit whacky because of her self-proclaimed connection with other animals, but it's the fact that she DOES have this connection that keeps her going.[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]In-Game Username:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]KuririLove[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Forum Username:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]Kuriri[/size][/color]
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[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Roleplay Sample:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]I whimpered and hid my face under my mane as I hastily made my way through the clearing. I didn't much enjoy being around... others. I knew them all quite well, but I knew some a bit more than others. It's not that I didn't like them, it's just... Not many of them like [i]me[/i].
I weaved my way through the crowd, ducking and whimpering every time this wolf or that wolf stepped on me or bumped into me. Those were accidents of course, but... Some of the pain I received [i]wasn't[/i] an accident...
I had almost made it to my goal, when I felt a sudden surge of pain spiral throughout my body and I felt myself on the ground in an instant.
"Raven, watch where you're going to worthless cur!" Roared a male wolf. Apparently I had bumped into him, or maybe he was having a bad day and needed someone to pick on, but nonetheless he began growling inwardly, shoving me to the side. I yelped, drawing attention to myself as I doubled over and was flung to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud, breathing heavily and mentally willing the pain away as it ebbed and slowly faded. All around me eyes narrowed, scowls formed, and whispers were passed from canine to canine.
"She's so worthless!"
"She should have been omega.."
"I know, right!? She's so weak!"
"It's her hunting skills... that's the only reason she isn't at the bottom where she should be."
"Have you seen her!? She talks to her prey as if they understand her, and her them. She's nuts!"
Eventually I stopped listening, flattening my ears and opening my eyes slowly. I sobbed, and, forcing myself to stand, I burst through the crowd, shoving everywolf aside. I ignored any growls, yelps, or verbal complaints. Negativity would have only made it worse. I slowed to a halt and pushed through the bracken into the healer's den, seeking out one of my very few, dear friends. I had meant to go there anyways, but... Now I had more than one reason.[/size][/color]

I actually have 2 versions of the picture... lol 8D;;; The one at the top is un-edited with her real colors, the one at the bottom is... obviously edited. C: I tend to like edited pictures better. <3


Name: Marina
Age: Young Adult (19 Human Years, abouts? C:)
Element: Water
Personality: Me? I am... mature beyond my years, I guess you could say. I have little tolerance for pups and those who act immature. Honestly, I'm really rather rude to strangers and those that I doona see often, but once you convince me you're worthy of me trust, I'll open up a bit and relax.  Though, for some people I'm not exactly willing to admit that I like them... <.<
History: My history!? Puh.. My childhood was rather uneventful after the first month of me life. I was born from a fire element Father and an Air element Mother. At first they wondered why my Brother and Sister were of their elements, my sister being Fire and my Brother Air, but for someodd reasons I was Water. I suppose they only wondered because there was no record of the Water element anywhere in our lineage, except for one on me mum's side.
My da's side of the family was strictly Fire until he met my mum. Not sure why, musta been dumb luck since elements aren't supposed to run in the family. Apparently they hadn't been taught that, or... Maybe they had, they just forgot. I donna know.
Anyways, my parents got into a fight the day before my siblings and I were born. Mum and da separated a week after we were born, my da taking my sister with him. Mum told me da had said my brother would have been too hard to train, and he didna want me because he didna know how to deal with the water element. I hurt, sure, but mum must have spoiled me enough to fill the void, because it doesna hurt so much anymore.
My brother didna make it, he managed to get himself lost in the woods and lose control of his powers, burning himself to death while me mum was out hunting. At least... that's what we assumed happened. I was asleep in the den, where he shoulda been, and my mum found his body half burned and fully dead about 10 minutes away. He was only 3 weeks old, I doona know how he managed to do it, but he did. I suspect it wasn't him but... Mummy willna listen to me. :/
My mum ditched me within the tribe, claiming she had no idea how to train me.
I soon found out the real reason why she left me. A few days later she came to speak with me, and I was nearly crushed by what she said. She told me she was dying from cancer and couldna bear to die in front of me, let alone leave me to fend for myself. She had come back to tell me, only an hour before her death, because she didna want me to live with the thought that she loved me any less than a good mother would just because she left me with the tribe. The older Runes' had buried her nearby, and ever since she left me with them they trained me. I was grateful, because I wouldna have been so great at using my powers if she'd died and left me to teach myself.
I scarcely remember anything about her besides what she told me before she died, but I must have loved her, because my heart still longs for mum like it longs for fish when I havna had any for 3 months, that being, throughout the winter when all the fish are trapped under a 3 inch sheet of ice.
RP sample: I licked my lips and buried the remains of the fish, its' meat stripped from the bone and the bones licked until they were a shade of pearl white. Satisfied with my meal, I stood and shook out my pelt, staring into the water. I sighed and sat down, really quite bored. I grinned, forming bubbles in the water and letting them float freely. After about 10 minutes of bubble forming, I figured I'd try to make a bigger one. I stared intently at the water, narrowing my eyes and concentrating. As the bubble rose I relaxed a bit, letting it grow. After a while I figured if it got any bigger it might swallow me up, so I prepared to release it and let it roam. I blinked and turned suddenly, the bubble popping and splashing me with a thin layer of water as my concentration shattered. I huffed and looked around, swearing I had heard something. I obviously wasn't fond of being alone, and this was why. As I forced my muscles to relax, I turned and stared right into the eyes of the beast; the one I'd only seen in my most vivid nightmares. No, I wasna looking at him... I was looking at his reflection. I sucked in a breath and moved forward slowly, but of course it was a mistake. The last thing I remember of that night was a bone-chilling scream and the blood of an innocent pup being spilled, and I couldna do a thing about it, for I was no match for the great beast.


I'm also trying to write in first-person for a potential book that I haven't started yet. o.o Constructive criticism on the personality, history, and role-play example are welcomed. x] And yes, I know doona, willna, shouldna, and the like aren't words, but Marina has a partial scottish accent. C: Yes, partial. Partial because I'm still working on my own Scottish accent. >< But why am I doin' that?! 8D Cuz I like Scottish accents, doona judge me lol. v.v'