Ravensong's Characters! (updated 3/26/2016)
Feb 23, 2016 19:26:28 GMT -5
Post by Ravensong on Feb 23, 2016 19:26:28 GMT -5
Name: Florence
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Personality: (To come soon)
History:
Refrence:
Name: Inara
Gender: Female
Age: 5 years
Personality: |cynical | insomniac| snide| impatient| callous| narcissistic| introverted| violent| lawful evil|
History: Inara was a princess of the north and like all princesses, she acted like one. She was always the center of attention, as was her right as she was first in line for her parents throne, yet just below her was her little sister Talia. The youngest of the two by only mere seconds, she was always second which caused her to loathe Inara. For a princess though, inara acted like a queen as she grew, kind and warm-hearted to her subjects and easily one of the highest ranking wolves on the border watch. As was tradition, the heirs would leave at a year to live, eat, train and fight with the watch until the time came for Inara to be mated. This time the young heiress was matched with a prince from the north east, closer to the coast, where the ice gave to the ocean. There was an uneasy peace between the two large packs and they wished to bond the packs as to keep from war. Yet the deal was so long as the mated couple produced heirs Inara's pack would remain their own. The mating was all very happy. Volan, her mate loved her parents and strove to keep them and her happy. It was bliss, until she miscarried in april...and the next april. She was barren. Her parents were devastated, Volan was worried for them but seemed indifferent to her. He wanted pups, yet she couldn't give him children. She stayed in the den for two days before she left the camp for a run to clear her head. It lasted until the next evening. Yet when she came back she spotted Volan and Talia together, like mates. They had been mated. She could smell it. When she went to her parents they welcomed her, yet humiliation burned in her stomach. She would never be queen, rage tore at her, blind and vicious. It ate at her slowly, finally building up and exploding when her nieces and nephews were born.There would be no life for her in a pack whom she knew had failed so she left, yet stayed close to the pack following them. plotting her revenge. Volan could have fought for her, why was her sister fertile when she wasn't. All that time she had become distant, often lagging behind on hunting trips and going off alone, looking for a way to create chaos in her pack. It was perfect. A few weeks after the pups birth she struck, one night at a time, she killed three pups until on the last night. She went after the new alphas, killing them in a blind rage. She took the last two male pups as her own, telling the pack of how two rebels of Volans pack had killed them hoping to prevent any heirs so they could make this pack an extension of theirs. How she had found them and fought them off. As she was no fool, inara had even killed a member of Volans pack that she had been in contact with and littered the ground with his blood and scraps of fur to prove her claim. And for months it worked, until one of her nephews let slip that they hadn't seen a member of their fathers pack or smelled him in the den on that night. Inara was quickly exiled. How could her parents sentence their last living daughter to death? In her wanderings she had picked off different pack pups in her rage, going after the females and taking the males, training those most loyal to be in her guard until they turned two, in which she either killed them or sent them packing. (advice on her backstory)
Refrence:
Name:
Denali
Gender:
Female
Age:
2.5 years
Personality:
Denali is quite a peculiar wolf, often convalescing with the ravens and rarely talking to other wolves after her separation from her brother. Many think the reason is due to her ongoing search for the black phase wolf. Flintwick was always a deciding factor for her in days past, but without him she is lost. In a new land she is forced to make decisions that may or may not be life altering. But beneath that wary guise is a clever alphess in the making.
Backstory:
Denali's mother Kenta had a hard birth. Thirteen long hours of labor to yield five pups, only two of them breathing, after some work of course. Denali's brother Flintwick was breathing from the start. As the first born, he was the strongest, as healthy as any normal pup. This is what drove their father, Toren, alpha of the Lamar Canyon Pack, to resent his son. Denali was one of the last to be born it took a full two minuets to get her breathing, Kenta kept trying for even longer with the other pups but to no results. Over the years Denali followed her Brother around as he strove to gain his fathers approval and take care of his little sister as the pack was often busy chasing off intruders in the territory. She was irrespirable from him as he was from her. They were best friends as they were the only pups that Kenta had produced over the last few years, which had forced Toren to allow higher ranking members of the pack to breed since he refused to take a new mate. The peace couldn't always last though, In Denali's first year and a half of life she and her brother were forced to disperse early as a younger, stronger rival male had entered the territory, looking to take over a pack. A few struggles had ensued over the next week and eventually their alpha and father's strength had failed. There would be no life for them in a pack with their fathers killer. It was time to leave. Forced to learn to survive on their own they lived on a diet of rabbits and small mammals and fish until they could master hunting deer as a duo. Eventually they became quite proficient and lived well, sticking to themselves and travelling north to find a better life and bigger prey. One day after a long tiring hunt in the rain flintwick and Denali had been separated in a accident in which Denali had been washed away with a young elk they were hunting and she had been looking for him ever since, having a hard time giving up hope, even though her hope was soon beginning to diminish as time went on.
Name: Flintwick
Age: 2 years
?
Gender: Male
Personality:
Flintwick’s personality is a masked one, on the outside he is a happy go lucky wolf with a seemingly care-free and charismatic attitude, while on the inside he harbor troubled thoughts and memories that slowly eat away at him. He is a ticking time bomb of emotions and woe to the one who dares to look into his past.
History:
Flintwick's mother Kenta had a hard birth. Thirteen long hours of labor to yield five pups, only two of them breathing, after some work of course. Flintwick was breathing from the start. As the first born, he was the strongest, as healthy as any normal pup. This is what drove their father, Toren, alpha of the Lamar Canyon Pack, to resent his son. Denali, his younger sister was one of the last to be born it took a full two minuets to get her breathing, Kenta kept trying for even longer with the other pups but to no results. Over the years Denali followed Flintwick around as he strove to gain his fathers approval and take care of his little sister as the pack was often busy chasing off intruders in the territory. She was irrespirable from him as he was from her. They were best friends as they were the only pups that Kenta had produced over the last few years, which had forced Toren to allow higher ranking members of the pack to breed since he refused to take a new mate. The peace couldn't always last though, In Flintwick's first year and a half of life he and his sister were forced to disperse early as a younger, stronger rival male had entered the territory, looking to take over a pack. A few struggles had ensued over the next week and eventually their alpha and father's strength had failed. There would be no life for them in a pack with their fathers killer. It was time to leave. Forced to learn to survive on their own they lived on a diet of rabbits and small mammals and fish until they could master hunting deer as a duo. Eventually they became quite proficient and lived well, sticking to themselves and travelling north to find a better life and bigger prey. One day after a long tiring hunt in the rain flintwick and Denali had been separated in a accident in which Denali had been washed away with a young elk they were hunting and he had been looking for her ever since.
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Personality: (To come soon)
History:
Refrence:
Name: Inara
Gender: Female
Age: 5 years
Personality: |cynical | insomniac| snide| impatient| callous| narcissistic| introverted| violent| lawful evil|
History: Inara was a princess of the north and like all princesses, she acted like one. She was always the center of attention, as was her right as she was first in line for her parents throne, yet just below her was her little sister Talia. The youngest of the two by only mere seconds, she was always second which caused her to loathe Inara. For a princess though, inara acted like a queen as she grew, kind and warm-hearted to her subjects and easily one of the highest ranking wolves on the border watch. As was tradition, the heirs would leave at a year to live, eat, train and fight with the watch until the time came for Inara to be mated. This time the young heiress was matched with a prince from the north east, closer to the coast, where the ice gave to the ocean. There was an uneasy peace between the two large packs and they wished to bond the packs as to keep from war. Yet the deal was so long as the mated couple produced heirs Inara's pack would remain their own. The mating was all very happy. Volan, her mate loved her parents and strove to keep them and her happy. It was bliss, until she miscarried in april...and the next april. She was barren. Her parents were devastated, Volan was worried for them but seemed indifferent to her. He wanted pups, yet she couldn't give him children. She stayed in the den for two days before she left the camp for a run to clear her head. It lasted until the next evening. Yet when she came back she spotted Volan and Talia together, like mates. They had been mated. She could smell it. When she went to her parents they welcomed her, yet humiliation burned in her stomach. She would never be queen, rage tore at her, blind and vicious. It ate at her slowly, finally building up and exploding when her nieces and nephews were born.There would be no life for her in a pack whom she knew had failed so she left, yet stayed close to the pack following them. plotting her revenge. Volan could have fought for her, why was her sister fertile when she wasn't. All that time she had become distant, often lagging behind on hunting trips and going off alone, looking for a way to create chaos in her pack. It was perfect. A few weeks after the pups birth she struck, one night at a time, she killed three pups until on the last night. She went after the new alphas, killing them in a blind rage. She took the last two male pups as her own, telling the pack of how two rebels of Volans pack had killed them hoping to prevent any heirs so they could make this pack an extension of theirs. How she had found them and fought them off. As she was no fool, inara had even killed a member of Volans pack that she had been in contact with and littered the ground with his blood and scraps of fur to prove her claim. And for months it worked, until one of her nephews let slip that they hadn't seen a member of their fathers pack or smelled him in the den on that night. Inara was quickly exiled. How could her parents sentence their last living daughter to death? In her wanderings she had picked off different pack pups in her rage, going after the females and taking the males, training those most loyal to be in her guard until they turned two, in which she either killed them or sent them packing. (advice on her backstory)
Refrence:
Name:
Denali
Gender:
Female
Age:
2.5 years
Personality:
Denali is quite a peculiar wolf, often convalescing with the ravens and rarely talking to other wolves after her separation from her brother. Many think the reason is due to her ongoing search for the black phase wolf. Flintwick was always a deciding factor for her in days past, but without him she is lost. In a new land she is forced to make decisions that may or may not be life altering. But beneath that wary guise is a clever alphess in the making.
Backstory:
Denali's mother Kenta had a hard birth. Thirteen long hours of labor to yield five pups, only two of them breathing, after some work of course. Denali's brother Flintwick was breathing from the start. As the first born, he was the strongest, as healthy as any normal pup. This is what drove their father, Toren, alpha of the Lamar Canyon Pack, to resent his son. Denali was one of the last to be born it took a full two minuets to get her breathing, Kenta kept trying for even longer with the other pups but to no results. Over the years Denali followed her Brother around as he strove to gain his fathers approval and take care of his little sister as the pack was often busy chasing off intruders in the territory. She was irrespirable from him as he was from her. They were best friends as they were the only pups that Kenta had produced over the last few years, which had forced Toren to allow higher ranking members of the pack to breed since he refused to take a new mate. The peace couldn't always last though, In Denali's first year and a half of life she and her brother were forced to disperse early as a younger, stronger rival male had entered the territory, looking to take over a pack. A few struggles had ensued over the next week and eventually their alpha and father's strength had failed. There would be no life for them in a pack with their fathers killer. It was time to leave. Forced to learn to survive on their own they lived on a diet of rabbits and small mammals and fish until they could master hunting deer as a duo. Eventually they became quite proficient and lived well, sticking to themselves and travelling north to find a better life and bigger prey. One day after a long tiring hunt in the rain flintwick and Denali had been separated in a accident in which Denali had been washed away with a young elk they were hunting and she had been looking for him ever since, having a hard time giving up hope, even though her hope was soon beginning to diminish as time went on.
Name: Flintwick
Age: 2 years
?
Gender: Male
Personality:
Flintwick’s personality is a masked one, on the outside he is a happy go lucky wolf with a seemingly care-free and charismatic attitude, while on the inside he harbor troubled thoughts and memories that slowly eat away at him. He is a ticking time bomb of emotions and woe to the one who dares to look into his past.
History:
Flintwick's mother Kenta had a hard birth. Thirteen long hours of labor to yield five pups, only two of them breathing, after some work of course. Flintwick was breathing from the start. As the first born, he was the strongest, as healthy as any normal pup. This is what drove their father, Toren, alpha of the Lamar Canyon Pack, to resent his son. Denali, his younger sister was one of the last to be born it took a full two minuets to get her breathing, Kenta kept trying for even longer with the other pups but to no results. Over the years Denali followed Flintwick around as he strove to gain his fathers approval and take care of his little sister as the pack was often busy chasing off intruders in the territory. She was irrespirable from him as he was from her. They were best friends as they were the only pups that Kenta had produced over the last few years, which had forced Toren to allow higher ranking members of the pack to breed since he refused to take a new mate. The peace couldn't always last though, In Flintwick's first year and a half of life he and his sister were forced to disperse early as a younger, stronger rival male had entered the territory, looking to take over a pack. A few struggles had ensued over the next week and eventually their alpha and father's strength had failed. There would be no life for them in a pack with their fathers killer. It was time to leave. Forced to learn to survive on their own they lived on a diet of rabbits and small mammals and fish until they could master hunting deer as a duo. Eventually they became quite proficient and lived well, sticking to themselves and travelling north to find a better life and bigger prey. One day after a long tiring hunt in the rain flintwick and Denali had been separated in a accident in which Denali had been washed away with a young elk they were hunting and he had been looking for her ever since.
We did get a demo simulator-like thing, too