My long-waited for oc's!
Apr 6, 2017 0:05:22 GMT -5
Post by Crowe on Apr 6, 2017 0:05:22 GMT -5
Hey everyone, I've finally finished up on my oc's and I think they're ready to be presented to the PmC forums! I hope you enjoy.
~Tavi's lineart made by KFCemployee~
Name: Tavi
Nickname: Tav
Age: 3.2 (Estimated)
Gender: Male
Breed: Steppe Wolf (Caspian Sea Wolf)
~Family~
Mother: Marcida
Father: Unknown from birth
Siblings: Vendis (M), Avryl (F)
~Size~
Height: 4.2" (To shoulder)
Length: 3.5" (Tip of tail to tip of nose)
~Romance~
Mate: N/M Not currently looking
Offspring: None
~Pack~
Pack: Yes
Name: poteryal, no nashel (Meaning: Lost but Found [In Russian].)
Rank: Delta (Third in command, usually the one who's in charge of the hunters)
~Other~
Personality: Tavi is a sweet, but hard headed wolf. He will defend the pack's territory until his last breath, but he's also a true negotiator. If he can avoid any fighting, he will. He's generally a very sneaky wolf and he is very prone to be clumsy. He's lithe, sarcastic, he feels the need to constantly prove himself, funny, brave, can be rude on his bad days, he can be a sweet-talker, kind, courageous, playful, energetic, agile for a wolf, and very caring. He will do anything for those he cares about, and that's the one trait everyone loves about him.
~Some backstory info~
Tavi was the runt when he was born, small and helpless, but his mother cared for him and loved him even though she knew he might not live. As the months passed Tavi grew into a courageous young wolf. After his siblings grew up and left, Tavi stayed behind to take care of his mother, and as life went on he found it harder to find open territory. Constantly, Tavi had to fight even for a small piece of meat just to feed his mom. Life got harder and harder as new packs stared forming and more territory was claimed. After a year passed Tavi and his mother joined a pack, accepted by the fierce, grey wolf, Alpha. Luthos, the pack's alpha saw potential in Tavi's life and let him fly through the ranks. After Tavi showed great responsibility on all hunting parties he lead, the alpha sought to put Tavi at a higher rank. Soon enough he became Delta, the third in command. After some while Tavi started spending the nights in the forest, talking to a blind female wolf. He found himself caught in a loving friendship and couldn't get enough of it. Almost every night Tavi snuck off into the forest just outside of their territory to speak with his newly made friend. They grew a close bond and ever since, Tavi's visits with her became the most regular thing he did.
~Quartz's lineart made by Miyuuma~
Name: Quartz
Nickname: Quart
Age: 2.8
Gender: Female
Breed: Red alaskan malamute red wolf mix (Red Malamute wolf mix)
~Family~
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: Unknown
~Size~
Height: 4.5" (To shoulder) (Taller since she's a mix between a dog and a wolf)
Length: 3.7" (Tip of tail to tip of nose)
~Romance~
Mate: N/M Looking, but not sure
Offspring: None
~Pack~
Pack: Used to be in one (now a loner)
Name: None
Rank: None
~Other~
Personality: Quartz is a quiet, shy, blind, and cute wolf. She has some anxiety issues, and she has a hard time trusting just any wolf. Quartz has never been a wolf to pick a fight, at any sign of danger she will most likely flee. She feels as if she's not enough for the world (Self-doubt). Quartz believes that her blindness was a curse from the spirits, due to her rebellious, young wolf nature and leaving her born-into pack. Quartz has a lot of bad days and she's usually likely to shut herself out from the world and hide away in the dark side of the forest. Even though she has a lot of doubt and a lot of struggles in her life, she's easily to get along with once you get to know her and earn her trust, and at needed times she's proven to be a very loyal friend.
~Some backstory info~
Before Quartz ever opened her eyes her mother left. She was raised by a nursery wolf and given the proper care. Once she grew into her "teenager" years she became rebellious and wished for a better life, one where she knew if she had any siblings, one where she knew her parents. As her rebellion boiled inside her for several months, she left the pack. She wandered the plains for two months then stumbled across farmland. She was taken in by the farmer and cared for like a dog. Although she liked being by herself she found that the company of the elder dogs on the farm was pleasant. As a year flew by Quartz found herself getting into way more trouble then she had ever asked for. On one cold night Quartz decided to look around the still unfamiliar rooms. She found herself in a large room, crammed with tons of cabinets and some large metal boxes that radiated a little heat. Quartz was curious as to what these "boxes" were and decided it was best for her to get a better look from above, jumping onto a countertop, she looked across from herself at the metal box. It had three rings on the top of it that glowed a bright red, Quartz had leapt over onto a metal box and let out the most horrific cry for help ever, she squealed at the top of her lungs and jumped over to another counter, later, falling face first into a bag of weed killer. She had tried her hardest to get out but couldn't seem to turn herself upright and her eyes burned, bad luck had struck Quartz and soon (from the weed killer) her eyesight was taken. She fled the farmland and never returned, she constantly told herself never to look back, because she would never be able to see it anyways.
~Crowe's lineart made by Ksega~
Name: (Scare)Crowe
Nickname: Crowe
Age: 3.5
Gender: Male
Breed: British Columbian eastern Timber wolf mix (British and Timber mix)
~Family~
Mother: Saniah (Deceased)
Father: Erwis (Deceased)
Siblings: None
~Size~
Height: 5" (To shoulder, tall from long legs and mixed species)
Length: 4" (Tip of tail to tip of nose)
~Romance~
Mate: N/M Isn't really interested at the moment
Offspring: None
~Pack~
Pack: Used to be in one (Now loner)
Name: Nachtwanderer (Meaning: Night Walkers [In German].)
Rank: Used to be Beta
~Other~
Personality: Crowe is a quiet, and kind of rude wolf. Well spoken and possessing the potential to be extremely influential. He likes authority and likes to exercise it whenever he can. Crowe appears to those around him to be fine (fine being a relative term) but his cold, and dispassionate exterior hide a lapse in sanity. He can be found lost in thought, or slowly drifting into a daze from sleepless nights. Crowe is lonely, but finds it hard to admit it. He tries to hide his feelings, and doesn't let others know a lot about him. His past can sometimes haunt him like a ghost and that's often what causes horrible nightmares and loss of rest. Even thought Crowe can, and usually does, come off as cold, emotionless, and stubborn he can be a really good friend at times. He is a very good listener and was even given the title "Psychiatrist" when he was in the pack.
~Some backstory info~
Crowe had a normal life growing up, but was often an introverted pup, unlike all the others. He was picked on some of his life, but it never really became a problem until his mother passed away and his abusive father was all he had left. His father would leave Crowe without food for nights and often left him in the den with the other pups, which doesn't really seem bad, but it caused a lot of emotional stress on the young pup, Crowe. As he got older things started turning around for him. His father passed away trying to achieve a higher rank (killed by a younger, more agile wolf). Around Crowe's teenager years he was fine, but as he reached around a year old the other wolves started picking on him again. Things that were just totally unneeded. Crowe started finding it hard to concentrate when hunting in a party and soon enough he always started watching his back, becoming paranoid. Once he reached about a year and a half he challenged the alpha, the fight was short and bloody. Crowe was torn up like a piece of prey, but the alpha admired Crowe's strength and resilience. Soon after Crowe became beta he left the pack, knowing he would do better on his own. As he wandered the new unexplored work he came across wolf traps. He managed to run into three of them, they gave him deep and unforgiving gashes in his legs and one on his snout. After time passed they got infected and the last he knew he passed out in the forest from said infection. For what felt like several weeks, Crowe awoke and found himself placed in an unknown part of the forest and all his gashes stitched up, till this day he still has yet to find out who or what had helped him.
~Tavi's lineart made by KFCemployee~
Name: Tavi
Nickname: Tav
Age: 3.2 (Estimated)
Gender: Male
Breed: Steppe Wolf (Caspian Sea Wolf)
~Family~
Mother: Marcida
Father: Unknown from birth
Siblings: Vendis (M), Avryl (F)
~Size~
Height: 4.2" (To shoulder)
Length: 3.5" (Tip of tail to tip of nose)
~Romance~
Mate: N/M Not currently looking
Offspring: None
~Pack~
Pack: Yes
Name: poteryal, no nashel (Meaning: Lost but Found [In Russian].)
Rank: Delta (Third in command, usually the one who's in charge of the hunters)
~Other~
Personality: Tavi is a sweet, but hard headed wolf. He will defend the pack's territory until his last breath, but he's also a true negotiator. If he can avoid any fighting, he will. He's generally a very sneaky wolf and he is very prone to be clumsy. He's lithe, sarcastic, he feels the need to constantly prove himself, funny, brave, can be rude on his bad days, he can be a sweet-talker, kind, courageous, playful, energetic, agile for a wolf, and very caring. He will do anything for those he cares about, and that's the one trait everyone loves about him.
~Some backstory info~
Tavi was the runt when he was born, small and helpless, but his mother cared for him and loved him even though she knew he might not live. As the months passed Tavi grew into a courageous young wolf. After his siblings grew up and left, Tavi stayed behind to take care of his mother, and as life went on he found it harder to find open territory. Constantly, Tavi had to fight even for a small piece of meat just to feed his mom. Life got harder and harder as new packs stared forming and more territory was claimed. After a year passed Tavi and his mother joined a pack, accepted by the fierce, grey wolf, Alpha. Luthos, the pack's alpha saw potential in Tavi's life and let him fly through the ranks. After Tavi showed great responsibility on all hunting parties he lead, the alpha sought to put Tavi at a higher rank. Soon enough he became Delta, the third in command. After some while Tavi started spending the nights in the forest, talking to a blind female wolf. He found himself caught in a loving friendship and couldn't get enough of it. Almost every night Tavi snuck off into the forest just outside of their territory to speak with his newly made friend. They grew a close bond and ever since, Tavi's visits with her became the most regular thing he did.
~Quartz's lineart made by Miyuuma~
Name: Quartz
Nickname: Quart
Age: 2.8
Gender: Female
Breed: Red alaskan malamute red wolf mix (Red Malamute wolf mix)
~Family~
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: Unknown
~Size~
Height: 4.5" (To shoulder) (Taller since she's a mix between a dog and a wolf)
Length: 3.7" (Tip of tail to tip of nose)
~Romance~
Mate: N/M Looking, but not sure
Offspring: None
~Pack~
Pack: Used to be in one (now a loner)
Name: None
Rank: None
~Other~
Personality: Quartz is a quiet, shy, blind, and cute wolf. She has some anxiety issues, and she has a hard time trusting just any wolf. Quartz has never been a wolf to pick a fight, at any sign of danger she will most likely flee. She feels as if she's not enough for the world (Self-doubt). Quartz believes that her blindness was a curse from the spirits, due to her rebellious, young wolf nature and leaving her born-into pack. Quartz has a lot of bad days and she's usually likely to shut herself out from the world and hide away in the dark side of the forest. Even though she has a lot of doubt and a lot of struggles in her life, she's easily to get along with once you get to know her and earn her trust, and at needed times she's proven to be a very loyal friend.
~Some backstory info~
Before Quartz ever opened her eyes her mother left. She was raised by a nursery wolf and given the proper care. Once she grew into her "teenager" years she became rebellious and wished for a better life, one where she knew if she had any siblings, one where she knew her parents. As her rebellion boiled inside her for several months, she left the pack. She wandered the plains for two months then stumbled across farmland. She was taken in by the farmer and cared for like a dog. Although she liked being by herself she found that the company of the elder dogs on the farm was pleasant. As a year flew by Quartz found herself getting into way more trouble then she had ever asked for. On one cold night Quartz decided to look around the still unfamiliar rooms. She found herself in a large room, crammed with tons of cabinets and some large metal boxes that radiated a little heat. Quartz was curious as to what these "boxes" were and decided it was best for her to get a better look from above, jumping onto a countertop, she looked across from herself at the metal box. It had three rings on the top of it that glowed a bright red, Quartz had leapt over onto a metal box and let out the most horrific cry for help ever, she squealed at the top of her lungs and jumped over to another counter, later, falling face first into a bag of weed killer. She had tried her hardest to get out but couldn't seem to turn herself upright and her eyes burned, bad luck had struck Quartz and soon (from the weed killer) her eyesight was taken. She fled the farmland and never returned, she constantly told herself never to look back, because she would never be able to see it anyways.
~Crowe's lineart made by Ksega~
Name: (Scare)Crowe
Nickname: Crowe
Age: 3.5
Gender: Male
Breed: British Columbian eastern Timber wolf mix (British and Timber mix)
~Family~
Mother: Saniah (Deceased)
Father: Erwis (Deceased)
Siblings: None
~Size~
Height: 5" (To shoulder, tall from long legs and mixed species)
Length: 4" (Tip of tail to tip of nose)
~Romance~
Mate: N/M Isn't really interested at the moment
Offspring: None
~Pack~
Pack: Used to be in one (Now loner)
Name: Nachtwanderer (Meaning: Night Walkers [In German].)
Rank: Used to be Beta
~Other~
Personality: Crowe is a quiet, and kind of rude wolf. Well spoken and possessing the potential to be extremely influential. He likes authority and likes to exercise it whenever he can. Crowe appears to those around him to be fine (fine being a relative term) but his cold, and dispassionate exterior hide a lapse in sanity. He can be found lost in thought, or slowly drifting into a daze from sleepless nights. Crowe is lonely, but finds it hard to admit it. He tries to hide his feelings, and doesn't let others know a lot about him. His past can sometimes haunt him like a ghost and that's often what causes horrible nightmares and loss of rest. Even thought Crowe can, and usually does, come off as cold, emotionless, and stubborn he can be a really good friend at times. He is a very good listener and was even given the title "Psychiatrist" when he was in the pack.
~Some backstory info~
Crowe had a normal life growing up, but was often an introverted pup, unlike all the others. He was picked on some of his life, but it never really became a problem until his mother passed away and his abusive father was all he had left. His father would leave Crowe without food for nights and often left him in the den with the other pups, which doesn't really seem bad, but it caused a lot of emotional stress on the young pup, Crowe. As he got older things started turning around for him. His father passed away trying to achieve a higher rank (killed by a younger, more agile wolf). Around Crowe's teenager years he was fine, but as he reached around a year old the other wolves started picking on him again. Things that were just totally unneeded. Crowe started finding it hard to concentrate when hunting in a party and soon enough he always started watching his back, becoming paranoid. Once he reached about a year and a half he challenged the alpha, the fight was short and bloody. Crowe was torn up like a piece of prey, but the alpha admired Crowe's strength and resilience. Soon after Crowe became beta he left the pack, knowing he would do better on his own. As he wandered the new unexplored work he came across wolf traps. He managed to run into three of them, they gave him deep and unforgiving gashes in his legs and one on his snout. After time passed they got infected and the last he knew he passed out in the forest from said infection. For what felt like several weeks, Crowe awoke and found himself placed in an unknown part of the forest and all his gashes stitched up, till this day he still has yet to find out who or what had helped him.
, until u get on her aggressive side. Awesomely done!
